Emperor Xue Ye came to his senses.
He frowned, raised his hand, and gestured for Xue Qinghe to keep quiet.
He smiled and nodded at Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi understood, gave him a look of concern, and continued watching Ye Qiu's brilliant performance.
Although Xue Ye had come to his senses,
Qian Renxue, who was in Xue Qinghe's guise, still felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
Xue Ye's symptoms were becoming more and more severe, more and more frequent, and if no one called him, the duration was getting longer and longer, and he was becoming increasingly difficult to wake up.
Before, he could realize he was daydreaming on his own, then he needed a gentle touch, and later, he needed to be nudged.
Qian Renxue knew.
This was because Xue Beng and his group had poisoned him.
Her plan to seize the country would definitely be affected by this, and might even have to be brought forward considerably.
For now, she would suppress these matters.
Qian Renxue looked up at the competition, which was nearing its end.
...
The audience began to discuss among themselves.
A deafening roar of cheers erupted for Ye Qiu, like a tsunami, wave after wave.
His handsome appearance, extraordinary talent, and formidable strength
made him undoubtedly the most worthy and desirable choice for young women and married women to entrust their lives to.
Hearing the cheers around him,
Feng Xiaotian felt as if the whole world had abandoned him, and he was fighting a lone battle. A sense of
tragic heroism welled up within him.
After unleashing his thirty-fifth strike, he was once again sent flying.
Ye Qiu, however, had already descended quite a distance above the ground.
Since the twenty-eighth strike,
Feng Xiaotian had been steadily losing ground.
He knew clearly that his defeat was inevitable.
But he didn't want to give up now.
If he gave up, how could he ever move forward again?!
Ye Qiu would become a lifelong shadow in his heart!
Feng Xiaotian's eyes swept over Huo Wu, his teammates, and the audience, and a smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained face.
His nearly shattered azure wings reignited with azure flames, renewed and renewed.
Gritting his teeth, Feng
Xiaotian spun in the air, unleashing his thirty-sixth strike at Ye Qiu.
"Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"
Feng Xiaotian roared, as if declaring ownership, proclaiming the name of his self-created soul skill.
His voice held a hint of sorrow…
but he wanted to tell the world that this soul skill was his! It was created by him, Feng Xiaotian!
Ye Qiu was in relatively good condition.
His superior soul power and physical attributes compared to Feng Xiaotian made his Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes even more powerful.
Ye Qiu remained silent.
He respected Feng Xiaotian's emphasis on copyright. He
disdained deceiving the world and stealing fame, especially since so many people had witnessed it;
he was merely a learner.
Ye Qiu's eighteenth strike clashed with Feng Xiaotian's thirty-sixth.
The icy winds whipped up by Ice Soul, and
the endless wind blades released by Azure Wings
swept and churned, colliding high in the sky.
Ye Qiu frantically activated his Blue Silver Sacred Wings, promptly weaving and patching up any damaged areas, attaching sharp layers of ice.
Feng Xiaotian suddenly let out a fierce roar, his entire body surging with azure light.
Amidst a deafening roar,
Ye Qiu's Blue Silver Sacred Wings were mostly destroyed, his face turning pale, but he quickly began to heal under various healing skills.
Feng Xiaotian, however, was in dire straits.
His wings were completely shattered, a shower of blood scattering in the air.
Countless pieces of flesh, carrying powerful energy, rushed towards Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu's Blue Silver Sacred Wings shrank behind him, then were completely repaired, forcefully unleashing a hurricane.
The blow scattered the flesh and blood.
Without the control of his wings, Feng Xiaotian was thrown sideways by the immense force.
Although the wings weren't real limbs,
they were formed from Feng Xiaotian's own body, and broken wings couldn't heal in a day or two.
As Feng Xiaotian fell with his broken wings, the shattered flesh and blood didn't harm Ye Qiu.
The match was essentially over.
Ye Qiu quickly flew towards Feng Xiaotian, grabbed his shoulder, and began healing him with the "Endless Life" technique.
He landed him directly on the ground.
Relaxing his body, he spun around a dozen times to dissipate the remaining force before stabilizing.
Ye Qiu let out a long sigh.
He was just a little tired; he was fine.
He released Feng Xiaotian.
A feeling of dizziness continued to assault Feng Xiaotian's brain. He lost his footing and fell to the ground.
The two weren't far apart.
One standing, one fallen, they stared at each other.
Feng Xiaotian gasped for breath, his strength nearly exhausted, the broken wing further exacerbating his injuries.
He knew the match was essentially over.
"How did you do that?"
Feng Xiaotian struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse.
Anyone who had painstakingly honed their skills for years, only to have them learned overnight, used against them, and defeated,
would likely look as dejected as he did, perhaps even worse.
"I can only say my martial soul is somewhat special; it's not just about simple illusionary abilities."
Ye Qiu touched his eye sockets, a satisfied look on his face.
Feng Xiaotian looked at Ye Qiu's bloodshot eyes, finding them incredibly piercing and captivating.
Ye Qiu felt a sense of relief.
In this world, no one wanted to gouge out his eyes, or he would have been in serious trouble.
"Is that so?"
Feng Xiaotian nodded silently.
"Ye Qiu...can you tell me just how strong you are?"
"Me?"
Ye Qiu chuckled softly.
Those around the arena, those who overheard their conversation, all pricked up their ears.
They wanted to hear just how strong Ye Qiu really was.
Ye Qiu moved his lips slightly towards Feng Xiaotian, his voice barely audible, only clear to Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian's pupils trembled violently, staring at Ye Qiu in disbelief.
Could someone really achieve such terrifying combat power at this age, with the cultivation of a Soul Master?
If it were anyone else,
Feng Xiaotian would definitely think he had gone mad with greed.
But the person before him was Ye Qiu, a prodigy who had learned half of his Gale Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes after only seeing half of it.
Such a person possessed his own pride.
He would never speak nonsense. Feng
Xiaotian smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, "In this match, our Divine Wind Team has lost!"
Everyone was somewhat puzzled.
What exactly had Ye Qiu said to Feng Xiaotian, and why did Feng Xiaotian show such an expression?
Soul King?! No...
at least a Soul Emperor, for Feng Xiaotian to be so incredulous, right?
Upon hearing Feng Xiaotian's voice, the referee immediately announced the victory of the Blue Tyrant Academy team.
The Blue Tyrant Academy team has once again created a legend of solo domination.
Today's match brought many surprises to everyone; if word of the match were to spread,
the ticket prices for the Soul Arena would likely skyrocket.