Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

The Blue Silver Grass, now devoid of fire immunity, became the perfect fuel. The flames, following the veins of the vines, surged back towards Tang San at an absurd speed.

In the blink of an eye, half of the arena had been transformed into a golden-white sea of ​​fire.

"Break!"

In the face of crisis, Tang San could no longer care about his plan to absorb soul power. He bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to forcibly sever his mental connection with all the Blue Silver Grass on the stage.

Without the support of soul power, the Blue Silver Grass on the platform instantly turned into black ash in the flames and scattered with the wind.

The air on the ring was severely distorted by the high temperature, making the scenery in sight blurry.

Tang San took two steps back, his shoes leaving charred marks on the scorching stone. The Blue Silver Grass was completely ruined. The once resilient poisonous vine, once it extended within ten meters of him, crumbled and disintegrated in the blinding light without even a spark, turning into ashes scattered across the sky.

Ten meters became an insurmountable forbidden zone.

Tang San gritted his teeth and swiftly slashed his hands across the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist. More than a dozen cold beams shot out from his fingertips, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the opponent's throat, heart, and the blind spots of his joints.

hidden weapon.

This was his last trump card. But his usually infallible concealed weapon technique suffered a fatal mishap at this moment.

The intense light emanating from Qian San was like a blazing sun fallen to earth. Even with Tang San's Purple Demon Eye activated to its fullest potential, the surface of his eyeballs stung from the intense light, and tears streamed uncontrollably. Double vision inevitably appeared, making it impossible to lock onto his target.

The trajectory of the hidden weapon deviated by a fraction of an inch.

Qian San didn't even have time to dodge. From the dense array of light swords floating around him, a few swords randomly separated, drawing golden trails in the air.

"Jingle bells—"

Several crisp metallic snapping sounds rang out. The hidden weapons, crafted from fine steel, were shredded into fragments by the lightsaber before they could even touch Qian San's clothes, scattering across the scorching stone slab.

Tang San's heart sank.

Qian San's sword-wielding motion did not stop.

The twenty-first, the thirty-third, the forty-seventh...

As Qian San's wrist paused in the starting stance of the fifty-third sword strike, the arena was completely filled with golden and white sword shadows. The faint humming of light elements in the air converged, forming a chilling tidal sound.

A total of 1,431 lightsabers.

Tang San looked up at the sword formation that resembled a golden, inverted mountain, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

There were no blind spots, no way out. If the fight continued, his prized twin martial souls and hidden weapon skills would only become a farcical performance to highlight the opponent's strength.

His scheme to exploit others for personal gain now seemed utterly ridiculous.

Tang San lowered his hands; there was no point in continuing to hold on.

"I surrender."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, but enveloped in soul power, it clearly resonated throughout the entire arena.

Qian San stopped moving.

He looked at Tang San, who stood opposite him with his hands hanging down and his face ashen, and a wicked sense of amusement rose in his heart.

The limitations of the Divine Trial are there. He certainly can't take Tang San's life before this grand drama comes to an end, but that doesn't mean he can't scare this scheming bug hiding behind the rules out of its fear.

Qian San suddenly raised his right hand upwards.

The 1,431 lightsabers suspended in mid-air resonated, converging and compressing wildly above Qian San's head. Layers of light overlapped, and in the blink of an eye, the thousands of swords merged into one, transforming into a giant holy sword ten meters long.

cut!

Qian San lowered his right arm. The giant holy sword locked onto Tang San's location and crashed down.

The intense wind pressure instantly ripped Tang San's hair back, and the exposed skin felt like it was being pricked with needles.

Tang San's eyes widened suddenly; this was something he had never expected.

Has he gone mad?!

The rules of the Divine Trial flashed wildly through his mind, but the genuine killing intent brought by the giant sword falling from above was unwavering. Tang San's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.

Even with the divine test as a constraint, if the other party really disregards everything and kills him with a single sword strike, what can he use to file a complaint? Can he reason with the Grim Reaper?

"I give up!!"

Tang San roared in a panic. His voice was distorted with fear, and just as the giant sword was about to fall, a magnificent figure shot up from below the stage.

He's the referee for this match. A level 76 Soul Saint.

According to the competition rules, if one side clearly concedes defeat, the referee must intervene immediately to ensure the absolute safety of the participant. This dutiful Soul Saint completed his Martial Soul Possession the instant he jumped. A gigantic, armored bear phantom roared behind him, his seventh black soul ring lit up, and his Martial Soul True Form was released.

"stop!"

The referee roared, his two bear arms, encased in heavy iron armor, crossed above his head, forcefully blocking Tang San's path.

In fact, Qian San's sword wasn't aimed at Tang San. The blade's trajectory was calculated precisely, landing just two meters away from Tang San, beside him. What he wanted was Tang San's terrified and pathetic appearance.

Who would have thought that this referee would deliberately walk into the sword's edge in order to fulfill his duty?

"boom--!"

There was no stalemate, no sparks of collision.

The moment the giant holy sword touched the armored bear's arm, the martial spirit true body, which was said to have amazing defensive power, was sliced ​​in two without any resistance, like a piece of butter cut by a red-hot blade.

The referee's right arm, along with half of his shoulder blade, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Before the blood mist could dissipate, it was completely evaporated by the terrifying heat.

The sword's momentum remained undiminished, grazing the referee's mutilated body before slamming heavily onto the bluestone arena.

A blinding light swept across the entire arena. The clamor from the stands was abruptly cut off by this sword strike.

With a deafening roar, the entire granite arena split open neatly in the middle. A bottomless, charred chasm, its edges still flowing with crimson molten matter, stretched across the center of the arena.

Dust and gravel flew everywhere.

The teachers leading the team, the students watching, and even the usually disciplined Royal Guard all froze in place.

That was a level 76 Soul Saint who had activated his Martial Soul True Body, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move and lost an arm.

The smoke of battle was gradually dispersed by the wind.

Tang San slumped at the edge of the ravine. The fissure flowing with lava was less than two inches from his thigh. He was covered in dust, cold sweat soaking through the fabric of his clothes, panting heavily, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Seeing that he was still alive, Tang San forced himself to get up and stumbled off the stage without even looking back.