In the arena.
"Xia Ping!"
Xie Anshou stared at Xia Ping. "You actually forced me to use my trump card. You are quite impressive. Someone like you is not qualified for me to use."
"But your actions have completely infuriated me. This time, I will definitely let you taste unforgettable pain and use your blood to wash away the shame on me."
His eyes were filled with boundless anger. He was an expert at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Master Realm and a monster who had bathed in dragon blood. His strength was much stronger than others.
It should have been easy for him to deal with a junior of the seventh level of the Martial Master Realm.
But now, he was actually forced to use his trump card. This was simply a great humiliation to him, and he felt as if he had lost all his face.
The more this was so, the more he hated Xia Ping. He had to completely defeat Xia Ping in order to save his face.
Boom!
Xie Anshou circulated the True Essence in his body and infused it into the glove. Instantly, the inscriptions on the glove flashed and emitted a terrifying aura of a dragon. There seemed to be an earth-shattering roar in the air, causing the blood of the surrounding audience to boil. This was a pressure that came from the soul. Even the energy barrier could not block it.
King Level Superior Grade Martial Technique — Dragon Binding Hand!
At this moment, Xie Anshou's entire body flickered and seemed to be wrapped in a ball of True Essence. It was incomparably violent. The air behind him twisted and actually transformed into a giant dragon that soared in the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! In an instant, countless fist prints appeared in the air. Each punch was condensed into a solid form, like the attack of a dragon. It had the terrifying power to move mountains and fill up the seas. It contained the power to destroy the world.
Any martial artist who faced this attack would feel as if they were a small boat in the middle of a storm, as if they could capsize at any moment, and the boat would be destroyed along with the lives on board.
"Too strong."
The surrounding audience could not help but jump up. All the cells in their body seemed to be trembling. They could not believe that this was the power of a move that a martial master could use.
After using the treasured weapon, the Dragon Glove, it seemed that Xie Anshou's strength had increased by several times. The power of the Dragon Binding Hand was also incomparable to before.
It was as if at this moment, he had already become a grandmaster. Each of his moves had the natural aura of a grandmaster. An attack through the air could collapse a mountain.
"Treasured weapon? Don't think you're the only one who has it! Today, I'll show you what unparalleled power is. Killing you will be as easy as killing a chicken. "With a boom, a spear appeared in Xia Ping's hand. It was the Hell Spear.
As soon as the Hell Spear appeared, a terrifying energy field sprang up around him, filled with the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. A blood-colored aura spread out, making it seem as if the gates of hell were about to open.
The entire arena shook for a moment, and the shockwaves swept through the area within a radius of several kilometers. Xie Anshou's fist force was instantly shattered into pieces, and he was even pushed back dozens of meters. His feet slid along the ground, leaving behind a deep crack.
"Impossible! How could you possess a Prized artefact?"
Xie Anshou's expression was sinister. He was completely stupefied. He thought that after bathing in dragon blood, even going to an ancient ruin to obtain a fortuitous encounter and a precious artifact, he would be invincible. He thought that he was a natural protagonist, a child of destiny, invincible.
But who would have thought that this brat would also have a precious artifact? Moreover, it was emitting an evil aura of hell, and its grade seemed to be even higher than his Flood Dragon Gloves.
He couldn't accept this result at all. It was too absurd.
"This brat also has a precious artifact. This joke is too big." A core student was dumbfounded. It was one thing for Xie Anshou to have a precious artifact, but why did this brat have one as well?
"No wonder this brat was so confident in winning. I didn't think he would have such a trump card."
"This is unreasonable. What's wrong with the juniors nowadays? They're all so rich, and they even have precious artifacts. How unreasonable. Even us core students don't have such treasures."
"It's over, it's over. This brat also has a precious artifact. Who can stop him from winning?"
Many core students were gloomy. They were completely stunned by the series of events. Everything that had happened in just a short ten minutes was too much for them to handle. They couldn't react at all.
"Hell Spear? That's the legendary cursed Hell Spear. This brat actually got it?! " In the VIP seats, a king level cultivator was also shocked. He could see the precious artifact on Xia Ping's body.
"Impossible. This Hell Spear is cursed. Any martial artist who gets it will go crazy, go crazy, and turn into a homicidal maniac. In the end, they will be killed by others without exception."
"But no matter how I look at it, this brat doesn't look like he's being controlled by the Hell Spear. His spirit is clear, and his mind is clear. The aura on his body has fused with the precious artifact, and there's a trace of the Lord of Hell's aura. It's like he's completely subdued the Hell Spear."
"It can't be. This is something that even king level cultivators might not be able to do. How did this brat subdue the Hell Spear?"
"If he can do something like this, it'll be like adding wings to a tiger. We humans will have another great general."
"Youngsters these days are incredible."
Originally, many king level cultivators were high and mighty, looking down on the competition. They treated it as a supplement to their daily cultivation and didn't really care about it.
But now, Xia Ping took out the Hell Spear and even subdued the precious artifact, making it his. This really shocked many king level cultivators. They felt that it was unimaginable.
"Let me show you what true power is and what despair is." Xia Ping gripped the Hell Spear tightly. His Quintessential Energy vibrated, and the inscriptions on it vibrated, emitting a majestic aura of hell.
In an instant, he stabbed out with the spear.
Xiu!
At this moment, Xia Ping seemed to have become the god of hell. The spear pierced out, and a black cold light flashed. It was incomparably sharp and indestructible.
This cold light left a trajectory in the air like a meteor, containing the majestic aura of hell. It was like the god of hell had descended to harvest souls.
It could be said that this spear not only had shocking power, but it even activated the aura of the Hell Spear, shaking even the soul. This was not a power that a peerless king level martial skill could withstand. It was not an attack from the human world, but an attack from hell.
"Damn it, what is this?"
Xie Anshou was indescribably shocked. He could feel Xia Ping's spear piercing towards him, and it seemed to contain an unstoppable force. This sharp force was invincible, and its winding trajectory seemed to ignore space itself. In an instant, it arrived beside him.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to block, and even activated the Flood Dragon Glove.
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