In tandem with his pyromancy, the clash of ice and fire left the thieving star lord either dead or, at the very least, flayed of a layer of skin.
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"Ice Soul Divine Light!"
"Triple Dragon Divine Fire Barrier!"
Upon the tumultuous arena, between heaven and earth, True Monarch Bingyang’s face, pale and beardless, bore an exceptional air of elegance.
As he tangled in battle with Yi Chen, a hint of helplessness fleetingly crossed True Monarch Bingyang’s eyes, followed swiftly by a steely determination. Abruptly, an ice-patterned vertical pupil erged on his forehead, emitting a stream of white light from its center that shot towards Yi Chen’s robust purple-gold figure.
Suddenly, a massive chunk of ice plumted onto the stage, and at the sa mont, from within the broad sleeves of True Monarch Bingyang flew a fiery-red glazed miniature bowl. The bowl expanded with the wind, transforming into a fiery barrier that enveloped Yi Chen’s form and imdiately trapped him.
The seamless connection between spell work and the power of the magical treasure flowed like water, clearly indicating long-foreseen intent.
Amidst his billowing white robes, True Monarch Bingyang descended onto the stage, smiling and nodding to the cheering cultivators around him.
Although Lord Tan Lang had been more troubleso than he had anticipated, the outco was favorable. In the end, he had captured his foe and advanced to the top sixteen, securing his place for his na to be engraved upon the Sixteen Peaks.
At this mont, Gui Erchun outside the arena was also overwheld with excitent; although he was a little short of breaking even, seeing Lord Tan Lang take a beating brightened his mood.
Feeling the admiring gazes of many cultivators, True Monarch Bingyang’s heart suddenly sank.
No, sothing was not right.
Why hadn’t the enforcent referee declared his victory yet?
Right then, the sound of ice cracking suddenly filled his ears.
Sneaky bastard~
A relentless surge of purple-gold light broke through the icy seal, shattered the Divine Fire Barrier, and with fierce montum, struck True Monarch Bingyang’s unprotected lower back, thrusting him sideways.
True Monarch Bingyang felt as if an ancient behemoth, a Kui ox, had ramd into him.
Fortunately, with a tily reaction, two waves of Ice and Fire Divine Light burst forth from his body, narrowly fending off Yi Chen’s powerful onslaught.
"Good! Good! Good! Lord Tan Lang, truly despicable!"
"Next ti, I will not grant you such an opportunity."
With a laugh born of fury, True Monarch Bingyang’s expression soon beca rigid.
Above the void, Yi Chen stood with the Holy Halberd in hand, pointing downward to reveal that True Monarch Bingyang had exceeded the edge of the stage by more than a ter.
"True Monarch Bingyang has exceeded the boundary, in this bout of magic combat; Lord Tan Lang claims the victory!"
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The Great Qin enforcent referee, donned in black and gold robes, smiled kindly at Yi Chen and declared the result of the match aloud.
It took him by surprise—he had secretly bet heavily on Lord Tan Lang’s victory.
"Daoist Gui, Daoist Gui, what happened to you?" Far from the platform, a cultivator fell face up to the ground, prompting a clamor of alard shouts from the surrounding crowd, with even Yi Chen casting a surprised glance in that direction.
"Is this Daoist friend betting that heavily..."
"Dressed in a robe green as garlic chives, it’s a color brimming with life, he should not die~"
After the crowd dispersed, news about Lord Tan Lang’s formidable resistance to ice and fire magic also circulated secretly. In no ti, following the notorious thieving star lord, the na of the despicable star lord once again spread wildly.
Two days later, atop the Sixteen Peaks, Yi Chen faced Fairy Huàn Xi from the Floral Goddess Sect. In another narrow victory, he defeated Fairy Huàn Xi and advanced to the quarterfinals.
"Though it was difficult, I still won," declared the purple-gold Daoist, holding the Holy Halberd and ’panting heavily,’ as he saluted the crowd below.
By then, a few cultivators had started to realize sothing was amiss, and so who enjoyed betting against the odds began to secretly switch their support to Lord Tan Lang.
Of course, they still publicly waved the banner of opposition to the despicable star lord.
Business and life, they could clearly distinguish between the two.
The main peak among the Sixteen Peaks was called Qin Peak. No matter how much everyone cursed, the Hidden Dragon Taoist resolutely followed the path leading to Qin Peak.
During the quarterfinals, Gui Erchun, trembling, wagered again on Lord Tan Lang’s defeat, risking the money gained from thirty years of service to Great Qin.
He was not convinced.
He was determined to break even; if he did, he would quit.
Today, as Lord Tan Lang faced Master Ku Chen of the Great Sumi Mountain Monastery, he didn’t believe that despicable scher could continue to win.
Fierce winds howled, dancing across the sky.
Yi Chen stood with his halberd, a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, his cool gaze upon the white-browed monk before him.
The monk was shouldering a bell lacking its top, from which surged endless waves of sound.
"Good! Good! Good! I didn’t expect the Buddhist Lion’s Roar to co with a gaphone!"
"I won’t hide it any longer. Pure Yang Holy Seal, Heavenly Light!"
Never had Yi Chen imagined, just as he was about to advance from the final eight to the semifinals, he would be forced to unleash the Pure Yang Holy Seal.
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