Chapter 517: Spirit Hall’s Foundation Is Far More Powerful Than Imagined
Chapter 517: Spirit Hall’s Foundation Is Far More Powerful Than Imagined
At the tip of the sword, the unbearable, scorching golden flames breathed wildly.
As the golden flames flickered, they tore through the surrounding air, emitting a harsh, sizzling sound.
The incomparably sharp, icy glare pointed straight at Tang San’s exceptionally fragile throat.
That Angelic Sacred Sword, condensed from pure light elements and holy spirit power, remained locked and suspended just half an inch in front of Tang San’s throat.
The bone-chilling sharpness and astonishing heat emitted by the sword blade intertwined, having already pierced the thin skin on his neck.
A trickle of dark red blood slowly slid down his slender neck.
As soon as the blood left the wound, it was instantly vaporized by the temperature at the tip of the sword.
The cold wind carrying charred debris whistled across the arena.
The entire Great Spirit Arena was dead silent, to the point of near solidification.
In the massive venue, the dropping of a needle could be heard.
Only the lingering heat emitted from the shattered bricks on the stage rose silently.
On the stands, a full one hundred thousand noble and Spirit Master spectators from all over the continent,
at this moment, all held their breath, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Countless pairs of eyes stared fixedly at that shimmering, gold-flowing sword, their eyes filled with shock.
"W-What is she trying to do?"
"Could she be planning to kill that Tang San?"
"Hiss! Things are going to blow up big time!"
Who could have imagined,
that this SeraphimSpiritGenius, who had suddenly removed her golden mask not long ago and amazed the entire audience with her world-shocking talent,
would actually harbor a naked, must-kill intent toward the Soul figure of the Shrek Team, Tang San.
That was not the competitive Spirit of a spar on the same stage.
It was an unmasked, bone-chilling intent to completely root out and eradicate him.
This peerless Genius cultivated by Spirit Hall with all its resources,
could she truly be planning to publicly slaughter Tang San in front of all the prominent figures across the continent?
Qian Renxue’s pair of golden eyes were as cold as frost.
In them, not a shred of a winner’s arrogance could be seen, only a bottomless aura of grim slaughter.
The combat power displayed just now by the young man collapsing in a pool of blood before her made her feel a long-absent sense of vigilance and chill.
Whether it was those ghostly, indefensible, and bizarre Hidden Weapons methods,
or the crazy action of unreservedly and fiercely shattering his spirit ring in a desperate situation,
both possessed a terrifying threat capable of overturning the battle situation.
Furthermore,
he was only fourteen this year,
yet he had already stepped into the threshold of a Spirit Emperor.
The most fatal thing was that the Bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect flowed through his body.
He was the son of Tang Hao, who had injured her father back then.
If such a person could not be completely strangled today, he would undoubtedly become a heaven-overturning future trouble for Spirit Hall’s grand enterprise.
"This child must not be kept alive."
Qian Renxue let out a cold snort in her heart.
The killing intent in the depths of her eyes was fully revealed.
The divine Holy Light around her body instantly flourished greatly.
That pair of golden wings slammed open behind her, stirring up a violent wind pressure.
Her slender wrist trembled slightly,
and the Angelic Sacred Sword, carrying the momentum to shatter the Void Realm, viciously stabbed down toward Tang San’s throat.
Just at this moment,
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong’s Spider Emperor scepter in her hand smashed heavily onto the hard granite ground.
"Thud!"
A thunder-dull shockwave rapidly spread out centered on the stage, roaring across the entire magnificent Great Spirit Arena.
The granite-built ground rippled visibly to the naked eye, and even the stone pillars on the high platform roared and trembled along with it.
The immensely strong power conducted along the surface of the ground shook the gravel beneath Qian Renxue’s feet, making them jump up one after another.
"Today’s match schedule ends here."
Bibi Dong’s voice drifted down from on high.
It was as calm as a deep pool without a ripple.
Not a shred of joy or anger could be heard from it.
Nor could any trace of emotional fluctuation be heard.
That absolute majesty of controlling everything instantly enveloped the entire audience.
"Tomorrow, the finals will take place."
Qian Renxue’s downward-stabbing wrist stopped abruptly.
That soaring must-kill intent was abruptly interrupted by this sudden loud noise and icy voice.
She reined in the downward-stabbing sword blade.
Her deep golden-yellow eyes pierced through the flying dust all over the sky, locking from afar onto Bibi Dong’s cold and noble dark purple eyes on the high platform.
Separated by a hundred-meter-wide colossal arena, the mother and daughter silently gazed at each other under the gaze of countless people.
The temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point instantly, pressing down so hard that people could hardly breathe.
Qian Renxue was extremely clear in her heart.
Bibi Dong was not protecting Tang San.
Instead, she was maintaining Spirit Hall’s surface rules and supreme authority.
In front of all the major Sects of the world and the major forces of the two Empires, publicly slaughtering a contestant who had already lost the ability to resist on the arena.
Such behavior had far too great an impact on Spirit Hall’s reputation.
Bibi Dong was using the Supreme Pontiff’s majesty and the global chess game to tightly hold back her impulsive desire to kill.
"Hoo..."
Qian Renxue let out a long breath, suppressing the churning anger and killing intent in her chest.
The brilliant, divine golden flames enveloping her body began to slowly extinguish.
With a thought, she smoothly dismissed the immensely powerful Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand.
"Consider yourself lucky."
Qian Renxue let out a cold snort.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, she turned around, strode with her slender legs, and stepped down the stage step by step on the cold ground.
Bibi Dong also slowly stood up.
The incomparably luxurious Supreme Pontiff robe on her body swung an elegant and cold-arrogant arc accordingly.
She walked straight down the high platform and disappeared at the end of the gloomy corridor.
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School’s seating area, Ning Fengzhi slowly closed the feather fan in his hand.
His complexion was as heavy as iron, and his eyes were filled with unmaskable apprehension and complexity.
"Uncle Jian, Spirit Hall’s foundation is a hundred times more terrifying than we previously anticipated."
Standing behind him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin wore a solemn expression.
A pair of sword-sharp eyes stared fixedly at Qian Renxue’s departing back.
"This female—not yet twenty-five years old—has already stepped into the realm of a seven-ring Spirit Saint."
"What’s even more terrifying is that the Spirit she possesses is Spirit Hall’s LegacySpirit, the Seraphim."
"Not only does she have a Domain, but she can also perfectly control the Angel True Body."
"Such talent and growth speed make her future achievements simply immeasurable; I’m afraid even Tang Hao back then would find it hard to match."
"Fengzhi, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, I’m afraid we must make preparations early."
As the higher-ups of various top forces left one after another,
that oppressive atmosphere hanging above everyone’s heads to the extreme finally began to slowly dissipate.
The originally dead-silent spectator stands came back to life and boiled over.
People stood up and dispersed one after another.
Buzzing discussions and exclamations rose and fell, endless to the ear.
However,
within the rest area of the Shrek Team, a death-like despair and heaviness still permeated the air.
On the shattered resting platform, a pungent smell of blood and scorched odor mixed together.
Dai Mubai slumped limply on the ground.
His complexion was as pale as paper, and several broken ribs were stabbing his chest with excruciating pain.
He bared his teeth as he tightly pressed against his chest cavity.
"Cough, cough, cough, dammit..."
Every breath brought forth a burst of violent coughing and icy bloody foam.
He had been hit head-on just now by the heaven-destroying aftermath of the Angelic Sacred Sword.
The internal organs within his body were violently churning, and he had suffered extremely heavy internal injuries.
Not far away, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were even more slumped on the ground.
Each of their faces was bruised and swollen.
On their skin exposed through the torn clothes, it was covered with charred black burn marks from the divine golden flames.
They couldn’t even manage to stand, and could only lean against the corner of the wall, groaning in pain.
Yu Tianheng and the others likewise lowered their heads with dejected expressions, their eyes devoid of any luster.
Their past pride had been completely torn to shreds.
But the most miserable one was still Tang San, lying in the very center of the venue.
The extreme backlash brought by forcibly shattering his spirit ring,
coupled with the destructive suppression of the Angel True Body and the holy Domain.
At this moment, his whole person had an ashen face like death.
His breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible, plunging him into an extremely dangerous deep coma.
Yu Xiaogang knelt and sat on the cold, damp ground with glazed eyes.
His hair, which had originally been combed neatly, was now in complete disarray, and a few strands of white hair had appeared at his temples at some unknown point.
The GeniusDisciple into whom he had poured half a lifetime of painstaking effort and raised as his own flesh and blood,
was actually ruthlessly crushed to pieces in front of Spirit Hall’s absolute strength.
"Fake... it’s all fake..."
Yu Xiaogang muttered absentmindedly, his voice as hoarse as an old bellows.
His withered fingers dug deeply into the soil, the gaps between his fingers stained with sludge and blood.
Everything before him completely shattered his proud ideals, turning them into unmanageable ashes all over the ground.
(End of Chapter)
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