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Ling Aoshuang had no idea what had happened.

She felt as if her body was being filled by a scalding torrent.

Every muscle and every bone was cheering and jumping for joy. It felt like someone who was about to drown was suddenly pulled out of the water.

No.

Even more intense than that.

She clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking, and an unprecedented power surged through her body.

"This is..." She looked down at her hands, and an icy blue frosty aura was gathering in her palms. The intensity of that aura was more than ten times stronger than before!

SS-level talent.

She had never experienced this feeling before.

Jiang Chuan released her soft hand, took a step back, and turned his gaze back to the stands: "Go, don't let him get away."

Ling Aoshuang raised her head and looked at the gaunt figure standing in the center of the stands. In her bright blue eyes, the flames of hatred burned within the frost.

She moved.

He transformed into a streak of icy blue light and shot straight toward the stands!

A long trail of ice crystals was left in the air, and the temperature plummeted, covering all the surrounding railings with a layer of white frost.

Chen Duhu's pupils shrank suddenly. He had lived for more than sixty years and had experienced countless life-and-death battles.

Never before has there been a moment like this.

To feel such a strong threat from a sixteen-year-old girl!

"Hmph! You two snot-nosed brats, I'll send you both to your deaths right now!"

He roared and suddenly raised his hands. Thick black smoke surged from his body, transforming into dozens of pitch-black tentacles that, carrying a putrid stench, lashed out at Ling Aoshuang.

Each of these tentacles is as thick as a bucket, covered with ferocious scales, and ends in a gaping maw full of sharp teeth.

It was none other than his third-stage ultimate technique:

Soul-Devouring Demon Hand!

At this moment, the power of a sixth-tier peak cultivator was unleashed without reservation.

The entire stands were shaking.

The surrounding dignitaries retreated, their faces ashen. Chen Duhu had been famous for many years, his fearsome reputation was well-deserved, and his strength was indeed terrifying!

Ling Aoshuang did not dodge.

She went straight to meet her.

An ice crystal condensed in her hand, forming a long, crystal-clear spear. The surface of the spear was engraved with dense frost patterns, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

She raised her spear and gently swung it, sending out an arc of icy blue light from the spearhead, like a crescent moon streaking across the sky.

The dozens of Soul-Devouring Demon Hands were cut like tofu by a sharp blade the moment they came into contact with the arc of light.

They snapped off cleanly!

The black smoke dissipated, and the putrid stench was completely suppressed by the frosty cold air!

"What?!"

Chen Duhu's expression changed drastically.

He never expected that a first-tier professional could actually shatter his attack from a peak sixth-tier opponent!

This unscientific!

The difference in skill level is obvious. Even with an SS-level talent, it shouldn't be this ridiculously strong!

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Because Ling Aoshuang had already reached him.

The spear swung again, thrusting forward with a sharp, piercing sound, carrying a terrifying force capable of penetrating steel, aiming for Chen Duhu's chest.

Chen Duhu retreated rapidly, simultaneously conjuring a black shield in front of him with both hands.

boom!

The ice spear struck the black shield with a loud bang.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the shield, but it barely managed to block the attack.

Chen Duhu hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

The second shot has been fired.

Ling Aoshuang remained expressionless as she thrust out her spear in rapid succession, the shattered ice crystals coalescing behind her like dazzling divine halos.

A torrential downpour of icy rain.

Cover the sky.

Chen Duhu's black shield shattered after taking the third shot, and the fourth shot grazed his shoulder, taking away a large chunk of flesh!

"Aaaaaah!!"

Chen Duhu let out a scream, no longer caring about saving face, and shouted hoarsely towards the stands, "Lord Lu, save me!!"

The stands were in an uproar.

"Commander Chen was actually no match for Ling Aoshuang!?"

"Chen Duhu is a peak sixth-tier expert, how could he possibly be defeated by a little girl who has just awakened!"

"I must be hallucinating... I actually heard him calling for help!"

"It seems like he's really going to die!"

"..."

Su Lie's face was deathly pale, and the teacup in his hand had long since shattered into powder.

He stared at Ling Aoshuang in the arena, then glanced at Jiang Chuan standing on the stage.

My head was buzzing.

He couldn't understand why he had sacrificed his entire battle group to gain Chen Duhu's support and secure this meticulously planned martial arts tournament.

Everything was proceeding according to plan, and Su Yao was supposed to get a place in school and become the most dazzling new star in Tianyuan City.

But now everything is ruined.

And the person who destroyed all of this.

It's not Ling Aoshuang.

It was that boy who hadn't looked at him even once from beginning to end!

Lu Qingshan stood up, his expression more solemn than ever before.

Chen Duhu was an important pawn for him to check and balance Zhou Yuan.

This piece cannot be lost.

He took a deep breath, and the immense magical power within his body began to circulate. An invisible pressure emanated from him, the aura of a seventh-tier expert. The temperature of the entire arena seemed to freeze for a moment.

But just as he was about to make a move, a sharp aura, almost tangible, locked onto him without warning!

Lu Qingshan's movements suddenly froze.

moment.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

As a seventh-tier powerhouse, he had experienced countless brushes with death, and his sense of danger was ingrained in his very bones.

At this moment, every single cell in his body was frantically sending out warnings!

Don't move!

He'll die if he moves!

He slowly turned his head to look at the source of that thought, where Jiang Chuan on the arena was staring at him expressionlessly.

The boy was dressed in the most ordinary clothes and didn't even have a weapon in his hand.

But Lu Qingshan had a strange feeling that he was being targeted by a monstrous flood.

Just who is this guy?!

A drop of cold sweat slid down.

Faced with the choice between saving face and risking his life, Lu Qingshan decisively chose to follow his heart.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Duhu was already preparing to escape. As a third-tier professional, he ultimately had an advantage that Ling Aoshuang did not have.

That is flying!

A plume of black smoke lifted his body rapidly upwards, his cold eyes filled with venomous resentment: "You little bastard, just you wait, I'll skin you alive one day!"

hum! !

Suddenly, a sharp buzzing sound came from my ear.

Chen Duhu whirled around, a golden light rapidly magnifying in his eyes: "Not good!"

He tried to dodge, but the golden light suddenly changed direction in mid-air.

They've tracked us down!

"ah!!"

A pitiful scream echoed through the arena.

The black smoke was pierced by the golden arrow, and Chen Duhu's body fell from mid-air like a bird with a broken wing, dragging a line of blood, and crashed heavily onto the stone wall of the stands.

boom!!

The stone wall was shattered, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Wait until the smoke and dust clear.

Everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Chen Duhu was pinned to the stands by a golden arrow. The arrow pierced his shoulder blade, pinning him firmly to the shattered stone wall. His limbs hung limply, and blood trickled down the cracks in the stone wall.

The dignified leader of the Darkmoon Warband, a peak sixth-tier warrior, was now like a dead dog nailed to the wall!

The entire room fell silent.

"cough……!!"

Chen Duhu struggled to lift his head, coughing up blood clots. His cloudy eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. His lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Wait... don't kill me! I still..."

Before he could finish speaking, an ice-blue spear tore through the air, its chilling light piercing the air, and shot towards him from afar.

The spear tip pierced Chen Duhu's skull with pinpoint accuracy, blasting his entire head apart!

Bang! !

Blood and brain matter splattered on the shattered stone wall.

shocking!