Minor Evil Curse

Believe it? How could I not?

Heng Hua raised a hand, and firelight flickered across his palm before transforming into a feather fan.

The arena battle was entirely a manifestation of Divine Sense.

Their true bodies could not descend here, so naturally there were no actual magical treasures. If they wanted magical treasures, they had to condense them with their own mana.

Such magical treasures were akin to one-use secret artifacts.

What Heng Hua condensed was the feather fan passed down by his father, the one he habitually used.

Just as he finished crafting it, moonlight flared beside him, and twelve bright moon rings appeared around Dongfang Yunqi.

Across from them, the Sage Emperor and the Empress entered the arena hand in hand.

Thirty-six Heavenly Crystals hung suspended around the Sage Emperor, while the Empress, Sun Qiushui, condensed her mana into a Phoenix-Beak Golden Sword.

Clang—

When the Western Continent official announced the start, all four attacked at once.

Vast golden light clashed against Taiyin silver radiance, battering the entire arena until it teetered on the verge of collapse beneath the mana of the Sage Emperor and Dongfang Yunqi.

Meanwhile, translucent, crystalline lotus patterns emerged around Fu Henghua, blocking Sun Qiushui's sword strike as it tore through the air to assassinate him.

"Your swordsmanship is quite good. It seems that all these years of pampered luxury haven't made you neglect your cultivation."

Sun Qiushui said nothing, devoting herself wholly to her swordsmanship. Her sword wheeled and danced, snow-white blossoms of sword-light colliding with the glazed lotus patterns again and again, yet she could not pierce Fu Henghua's defenses.

On the other side, the twelve bright moon rings around Dongfang Yunqi spun at high speed. Every ring embodied a Taiyin law she had comprehended. Twelve Taiyin laws revolved around her as