Although it was just a simple stab, it was accompanied by an extremely low temperature. The entire arena was covered in a thick layer of ice after this stab. Even Zhou Yang's feet were frozen by the ice.
Boom!
Abruptly, Zhou Yang's body stiffened. The ice below him instantly shattered as three crimson flaming greatswords appeared in front of his greatsword.
Crimson Flame Sword Qi!
"Bzzz …"
The violent crimson flame sword qi rushed towards Luo Han.
"Crimson Flame Sword Qi!" Luo Han's eyes widened, his face filled with fear. He hurriedly halted his attack and retreated a few steps as he hurriedly brandished his sword.
After he brandished his sword, a blue cold qi appeared on the surface of the Desolate Cold Sword. Following which, a large amount of blue qi formed layers of ice in the air.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
The crimson flame sword qi was like a hot knife through butter. In the blink of an eye, it broke through the seven layers of ice and slammed into Luo Han's Desolate Cold Sword.
"BREAK FOR ME!"
Luo Han roared. A blue gemstone on the hilt of the Desolate Cold Sword glowed brightly.
Bang!
The light enveloped the crimson flame sword qi. In the end, the crimson flame sword qi exploded as lava dripped from the air. Luo Han was caught off guard and was struck by a few drops of lava. If it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing a robe, his body would have already been pierced through.
But even so, the impact still caused him to retreat to the edge of the arena.
"This …"
The first exchange of blows caused the spectators to be dumbfounded.
"Crimson Flame Sword Qi, Zhou Yang finally managed to cultivate it. That strike was too powerful."
"That's right, the reason why Luo Han could remain undefeated was because of the Desolate Cold Sword and his robe. If not, it would be impossible."
"Seems like in terms of true strength, Luo Han is weaker than Zhou Yang."
The spectators below the stage discussed. Luo Han, who was on the stage, could no longer remain calm. The discussions of the spectators were like swords stabbing into his heart.
He, was inferior to Zhou Yang.
"Shut up, all of you shut up. It's merely the Crimson Flame Sword Qi. I, Luo Han, will not be able to block it." His enraged voice caused the spectators to quieten down.
But his anger could only intimidate the spectators, not Zhou Yang.
"If you have any other abilities, then use them all. I will let you know that other than the clan behind you, you are nothing!"
"Zhou Yang, you deserve to be hacked into pieces."
After speaking, Luo Han finally released his Astral Soul.
This was also a sword, and its appearance was similar to Ye Zhining's Sword-type Astral Soul. However, the difference was that Luo Han's Sword-type Astral Soul was sea-blue in color.
"A high-grade Earthly Fiend Astral Soul, the Sword of the Sea God. Luo Han's talent is truly shocking. This is a Sword-type Astral Soul that's only inferior to the ten sword-types."
"According to the legends, the Sword of the Sea God, contains the power of the boundless ocean. If one can unleash it to its peak, they would be able to freeze the entire ocean."
"Looks like Luo Han is going to use his trump card."
Neptune's Sword!
Zhou Yang sized them up with interest. He had seen the Ten Great Sword Souls in the Star Soul Hall before.
Although the Neptune's Sword wasn't ranked within the top ten sword-type Astral Souls, it was one of the three sword-type Astral Souls that were second only to the top ten sword-type Astral Souls.
Moreover, it was known as the Sword Soul with the strongest destructive power below the Ten Great Sword Souls.
The Sword That Separates the Seas!
"Frost Sword!"
The murmurs were accompanied by a soul-shaking sword chime. After a few moments, the boundless coldness in the air congregated within the Neptune's Sword Astral Soul on Luo Han's back.
In the end, the Sea God's Sword turned into a stream of Sword Qi that condensed on the Cold Desolation Sword.
"After this sword, there will be no more Zhou Yang."
Swoosh!
The sword carried Luo Han as it sped through the air, like a bolt of white lightning, instantly piercing towards Zhou Yang. The immense force of the sword slashed through the ground, and the surrounding area was filled with a cold wind, causing frost to form on the heads of the spectators.
The blinding sword light caused Zhou Yang to close his eyes, causing the spectators to sigh and shake their heads.
"Not good."
Below, Yue Siqin's countenance was filled with panic. "Zhou Yang, my life is yours. Today, I'll return it to you."
Instantly, Yue Siqin dashed towards the platform with a speed that wasn't inferior to the Cold Desolation Sword. However, she knew that although her Mandate of Wind could increase his speed, it definitely wouldn't be able to block Luo Han's sword.
"Zhou Yang, farewell forever …"
Bzzz!
A wave of Qi gushed forth from Zhou Yang. Yue Siqin, who was about to block Luo Han's sword, was forced back a few steps.
At the same time, the cold light dissipated as the spectators once again turned their gazes onto the platform.
"Zhou Yang!"
Yue Siqin instinctively called out, but soon after, her jaw dropped.
In front of her, Luo Han's Cold Desolation Sword, which was condensed with the power of his Astral Soul, was caught between two fingers by Zhou Yang.
This was a pair of fiery red fingers, the Magnetic Flame Fingers.
Silence!
The entire martial arena was so silent that it was terrifying. It was as though time had stopped.
Such a shocking sword strike was actually caught by a pair of fingers. Was this a joke?
"How … how could this be?"
After a long while, Luo Han finally regained his senses. He stared at Zhou Yang's shoulder as though he had seen a ghost.
He had clearly pierced towards Zhou Yang's chest. Why did his hand end up on Zhou Yang's shoulder? Not only that, that was an attack condensed with the Astral Soul of the Neptune's Sword. Even a Mercury Realm cultivator would choose to avoid it.
But why did it end up like this?
"You, Luo Han, are arrogant and conceited. Relying on the power of your clan, you have no scruples. However, what you don't know is that in this world, the things you can rely on won't be your protective talisman forever. No matter how strong your backing is, there will be a day when it disintegrates. And you, are just a weakling."
Bang!
The tip of the sword trembled in Zhou Yang's hand. The powerful recoil sent Luo Han flying three meters away with a thick red flame.
"Being born into a powerful clan is your luck. But sometimes, luck is also relative. It will cause you to become arrogant, thinking that everyone will fear your clan's power. Just like Liu Kaiyuan. Sadly, I am not Liu Kaiyuan. I, Zhou Yang, am not someone you can afford to offend."
The Desolate Cold Sword shot out from Zhou Yang's hand, directly piercing into Luo Han's chest.
Kacha!
The sword penetrated through Luo Han's chest, deeply penetrating into the stone platform. Luo Han's countenance paled, his eyes filled with terror.
He didn't know how he lost, nor did he want to know. Right now, he only wanted to live.
"I've lost, I've lost. Zhou Yang, you only want the position of the top ten. I'll give it to you." Luo Han gripped his sword tightly as he spoke.
"Give it to me? Do you need it? " Zhou Yang was somewhat disdainful. "Some things can be forgiven, but some cannot. You desecrated my Zhou Clan's ancestral temple and attempted to kill my people. Jin Ruo, if I don't kill you, how can I face my Zhou Clan's ancestors? If I don't kill you, how can I face Cheng Qiaoqing who risked her life to protect my Zhou Clan's ancestral temple?"
The cold voice was merciless. In the next moment, Zhou Yang pulled out his sword.
As the sword was pulled out, Luo Han's blood started to flow. Very quickly, it flowed onto the stage.
"Save me, save me …"
Luo Han looked around, but no one went onto the stage. Even Zhou Shao Yu and the others who had already arrived did not see him.
No one would save him.
"Zhou Yang, my father will definitely avenge me."
With a roar, he used up the last bit of energy in his body.
One of the top ten geniuses of the county city, Luo Han, dead!
The wind blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of blood. The audience was so silent that only the heartbeat of the crowd could be heard.
Even Luo Han, one of the top ten, had died. Who would be next? Would it be Zhou Yang or another genius of the top ten?
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