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After escaping the troublesome place with a flourish, Feng Shiniang found a secluded spot and kept rubbing her trembling chest.

"Thank goodness! Most people don't know who I am. That gentleman should be satisfied now."

After resting for a while, she suddenly remembered two people, immediately took out her phone, and dialed Luanfeng's number.

"You brat! Where did you and Fang Dan run off to?"

She wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered today.

Luanfeng on the other end of the phone shuddered in fright.

"Ah... I... I'm at... the Zunhuang Family Villa in the Junlin Tianxia Villa District..."

Feng Shiniang said coldly, "Come see me immediately!"

Luanfeng was almost in tears. "Palace Master, I... I can't leave now."

Feng Shiniang: "..."

Meanwhile, on the judging panel, Qian Shunkai saw the faintly visible "Special Supply for the Azure Dragon War Zone" logo on the sole of the shoe, and immediately looked at Xiao Zhantian with a livid face.

"Mr. Xiao, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Xiao Zhantian shrugged innocently, "The old man can't understand what you're saying."

As he spoke, he lifted his feet, "Look, my shoes are all here."

Hua Chengguang, standing next to him, rolled his eyes in disdain and tucked his bare right foot under his robe.

Seeing Xiao Zhantian's white cloth shoe, which was at least three sizes too small, Qian Shunkai was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape.

"Mr. Xiao, your shoes are quite unique! They're black and white, and all different sizes!"

Xiao Zhantian scoffed, "What? You think you can lecture me?"

Qian Shunkai gritted his teeth and shook his head, saying, "This junior wouldn't dare!"

He threw the "biological weapon" in his hand into the trash can with a look of disgust.

"Now, I declare that Yellow Number One will immediately begin his challenge!"

He now understood that Xiao Zhantian was deliberately stalling for time, trying to give Chu Yang a chance to catch his breath.

Ai Qiandao, sitting in the audience, shrugged at Chu Yang: "That guy looks really good. I hope you can hold on until I go up and play with you."

At this moment, Chinatsu Watanabe sensed a very strong aura emanating from the man in the Shura mask.

"Who is he? Why do I feel he's even stronger than Feng Shiniang?"

Chu Song smiled faintly and said, "The protector of the Asura Hall, known as the Life-Taking Asura, is Yan Wuji."

Watanabe Chinatsu's phoenix eyes widened in disbelief. "Is that the martial arts prodigy who became a Grandmaster at the age of twenty-five and reached the pinnacle of Grandmaster before the age of thirty?"

Chu Song nodded slightly: "That's right! The Asura Palace owed me a favor, and this time, his intervention has repaid it. I never expected that Chu Yang would make me lose such a huge favor. Are you still worried that Chu Yang won't die this time?"

Chinatsu Watanabe hesitated, then said, "It seems... he's definitely going to die this time!"

At this moment, Yan Wuji had already stepped onto the arena, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Forgive me!"

Chu Yang nodded slowly: "Hmm, it seems I guessed right. But I'm curious, if I had defeated Feng Shiniang just now, would you have come out?"

Yan Wuji's brows suddenly furrowed. He paused, then asked, "So... you were deliberately giving me a chance just now?"

Chu Yang said calmly, "A boil always needs to be popped, right?"

Yan Wuji's gaze towards Chu Yang changed slightly.

"You... are a very interesting person. If possible, I wouldn't want to kill you. But... I'm sorry, today, I have to kill you!"

Chu Yang's gaze turned serious, and he gestured with his right hand as if to invite someone.

Yan Wuji made a move!

Without any fancy opening moves, the figure suddenly blurred, leaving only an afterimage in place, and the person approached like lightning!

A gigantic fist, enveloped in dark blue aura and bulging with muscles, tore through the air with a deafening sonic boom, heading straight for Chu Yang's face!

Before the terrifying fist even landed, it sent fragments of the already cracked arena beneath Chu Yang's feet flying!

Chu Yang's pupils contracted sharply, and his upper body leaned back strangely, narrowly avoiding a punch that grazed his nose.

The fierce wind from the punch sent fragments of his tattered white shirt flying everywhere.

However, Yan Wuji seemed to have anticipated this. Before his punch was finished, his left leg swept across Chu Yang's lower body silently like a battle axe, with a tricky and ruthless angle!

Chu Yang touched the ground with his toes, his body spinning rapidly like a willow in the wind, barely dodging the deadly sweeping leg.

Yan Wuji frowned slightly, his offensive like a raging torrent.

His fists transformed into a dark blue shadow, each punch tearing through the air, the fierce wind as sharp as a knife, completely enveloping the space around Chu Yang!

Chu Yang weaved and dodged through the torrential rain of punches, each dodge fraught with danger, like a small boat adrift in a raging sea.

His gait was also very strange, unsteady, giving the impression that he might fall at any moment.

The aura emanating from him was far less powerful and vigorous than that of Yan Wuji.

The audience gasped in surprise, guessing that every time Yan Wuji launched an attack, it would be the time of his death on September 27th.

Yan Wuji seized upon Chu Yang's slight hesitation, his eyes flashing with fierce light, and his palm cleaved like a knife, instantly condensing his dark blue aura into a sharp blade of light over ten feet long!

"Asura Sky-Splitting Slash!"

Before the blade even flashed, the chilling killing intent had already caused the temperature in the entire arena to plummet, and the arena floor was cleaved open by an invisible blade aura, leaving a jagged, deep trench!

The blade's edge, accompanied by a deathly shriek, cleaved straight at Chu Yang's crown!

Everyone present was horrified.

No one expected that this yellow-number one substitute would be so terrifying.

Even from a great distance, they could feel the bone-chilling cold and terrifying power.

In everyone's eyes, Chu Yang, who was standing still with his body full of openings, was a frightened bird, completely terrified.

Qian Shunkai and the other two judges stood up excitedly. "Hahaha... What a magnificent Asura Sky-Splitting Slash! Even a Grandmaster at the pinnacle of cultivation would have no chance of survival if struck by it."

Chu Song nodded in satisfaction, his joy evident in his expression.

Chinatsu Watanabe's face was stiff, her tightly clenched palms pierced by her fingernails, yet she was completely unaware.

Xiao Zhantian and Hua Chengguang opened their mouths wide, but still couldn't breathe. They each clutched their hearts, like two fish about to die of thirst.

Ai Qiandao shook his head and sighed, "Alas! All my painstaking efforts and the surprise I prepared for you have been in vain. It seems you are not worthy to be my opponent."

Yan Wuji's "Asura Sky-Splitting Slash" was imbued with destructive power, its dark blue blade light tearing through the air, about to devour Chu Yang.

At the critical moment, Chu Yang's extremely yang energy was instantly contained and compressed.

His fingers, hanging at his sides, trembled very subtly.

A tiny vortex, the size of a soybean and as deep as a black hole, appeared instantly in front of Yan Wuji, visible only to him!

An irresistible and terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, and Yan Wuji was horrified to discover that the vast qi and even life essence gathered around his body were instantly swallowed up by this strange tiny vortex, losing a full ten percent of it.

The eerie miniature vortex also disappeared in an instant, from its appearance to its disappearance.

"Wh...what?"

Yan Wuji's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and an unprecedented fear exploded in his heart.