"Blazing Sword Slashes Evil Phoenix!"
The Azure Lotus Sword trailed a crimson tail flame several meters long.
Ultimate sharpness, overlaid with scorching red flames, further enhanced by Three Sword Splendor—this one sword had already glimpsed half of the White Jade Capital.
Li Dixian swung his sword.
Meeting the sky full of fire rain.
Directly pointing at Ma Hongjun in mid-air.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
Only a subtle, yet soul-shaking, "hiss" sound.
Like the sharpest, hot blade cutting through thick, oil-soaked paper.
The Azure Lotus Sword, burning with red flames, faced the sky full of fire rain as if it were nothing.
Wherever the sword edge passed—
Puff—!
Puff—!
Puff—!
Each drop of fire rain was like a pricked bubble.
Before it could even explode, at the moment it touched the sword edge, it was silently annihilated by the extreme sharpness and scorching heat.
The fire rain turned into wisps of green smoke, which were then instantly devoured by the red flames coiling around the sword body.
The crimson sword light, its momentum undiminished.
Shot straight through the sky, locking onto Ma Hongjun.
The anger and arrogance on Ma Hongjun's face froze, and for the first time, fear surged in his eyes.
He frantically flapped his Phoenix Fire Wings, trying to ascend and escape.
But it was too late!
Li Dixian's sword was incredibly fast!
A red flash flickered!
Pch—
A dull yet clear sound of penetration.
Echoed through the silent Soul Arena after the fire rain had dissipated.
One Phoenix Fire Wing, along with half an arm, broke off at the sound.
The fire wing shattered into a sky full of sparks, burning the blood that splattered in the air.
"Ah ah ah ah ah—!"
Ma Hongjun crashed onto the arena, his remaining hand desperately clutching his severed arm.
Smoke still rose from the wound, veins bulged on his forehead, and he let out a heart-wrenchwrenching scream.
And Li Dixian's Blazing Sword.
After cutting down Ma Hongjun, it still carried terrifying residual power.
Boom—!
The Blazing Sword heavily struck the arena.
Leaving a sword mark several feet deep, only an inch wide, with edges that appeared like molten glass.
The sword mark originated from under Li Dixian's feet, tearing and extending all the way to the edge of the arena, emitting wisps of green smoke.
Although the sword edge did not touch the Soul Power barrier.
The overflowing energy aftermath made the barrier groan under the strain.
Some areas that had previously shown cracks, shattered like glass with a boom, their fragments dispersing into points of light.
A heatwave surged out like a broken dam, and the audience in front felt a hot wind blast their faces, their skin stinging, and their hair singeing.
Seats were overturned, a scene of chaos.
After a brief commotion.
Whether it was the audience or acquaintances in the VIP boxes, everyone held their breath, looking at the frozen scene on the arena:
The white-robed swordsman stood with his sword, the flames on the sword body gradually dissipating.
Ma Hongjun, clutching his severed arm, rolled on the ground, screaming hoarsely.
One sword.
The victor was decided.
"Hongjun, surrender quickly!"
Below the stage, Zhao Wuji roared hoarsely, his voice strained.
If he hadn't been blocked by the Spirit Masters of the Soul Arena, he would have rushed onto the stage long ago.
Hearing Zhao Wuji's voice.
Ma Hongjun's pale lips trembled, just about to speak.
Swoosh—
A sword qi suddenly swept across.
Slicing off his lips along with his teeth.
The intense pain almost made Ma Hongjun faint.
And seeing such a bloody scene, everyone was stunned, looking in shock at the cold-auraed white-robed swordsman.
"Hmm?"
Dugu Bo frowned.
"What is Dixian this kid doing?"
Dugu Yan quickly said:
"Grandpa, this fat fire chicken has teachers accompanying him, you must protect Dixian Didi."
Dugu Bo nodded.
"Don't worry."
In the other two VIP boxes.
Madam Ye had already ordered her staff to keep a close eye on the arena.
Beside Xue Qinghe, Porcupinefish Douluo had disappeared at some point.
On the arena.
Ma Hongjun's right arm was severed at the shoulder, half of his body was stained with blood, his fat face was a bloody mess, and half of his gum line was exposed.
He twitched all over from the pain.
He wanted to surrender, but could only utter muffled whimpers.
Under countless gazes of shock and horror.
Li Dixian walked step by step towards Ma Hongjun.
"Vicious brat!"
"How dare you!"
Below the stage.
Zhao Wuji finally couldn't hold back.
He flung away Qin Ming who was holding him.
He roared, and his powerful seventy-sixth-level Soul Power surged, sending several Spirit Masters of the Soul Arena flying.
He made to pounce onto the arena.
Whoosh whoosh—
Several figures suddenly appeared.
Blocking Zhao Wuji's path.
"A dispute among juniors, outsiders do not interfere."
"Get lost!"
Zhao Wuji punched in a rage.
But he only fought one of them to a draw, and was himself shaken back, stumbling.
Dugu Bo and Porcupinefish Douluo, who were in the dark, withdrew their condensed Soul Power when they saw this.
"You all..."
Zhao Wuji swept his gaze towards the white-robed swordsman on the arena, bloodshot eyes blazing, and roared hoarsely:
"Brat!"
"If you dare to harm Ma Hongjun in the slightest, I'll make your life worse than death!"
On the arena.
Li Dixian ignored Zhao Wuji's threat.
He walked in front of Ma Hongjun, looking down at the disheveled figure in the pool of blood.
Ma Hongjun's eyes held only fear, and he dragged his broken body, desperately crawling on the ground, wanting to get away from this executioner.
"A beast like you, plagued by Evil Fire."
"Making your life worse than death is the only way to somewhat atone for the evil you have done."
Those girls on whom Ma Hongjun vented his Evil Fire were all innocent commoners.
According to Yu Xiaogang and Flender, they willingly befriended Ma Hongjun, and even dated like normal couples.
Heh... in a fantasy world where martial power reigns supreme.
When commoners face Spirit Masters, where is true willingness?
How could their choices be as they wished?
Ma Hongjun possessed the Evil Fire Phoenix Spirit, a top-tier beast Spirit.
How could uncultivated commoner girls endure his torment?
Reality was more cruel than the original novel.
Their fate and outcome were imaginable.
"This matter originally had nothing to do with me."
"But since you provoked me, then I will intervene."
"I only seek to be worthy of my sword, my heart, and my conscience."
Li Dixian brought his sword-fingers together.
A chilling sword qi swept horizontally towards Ma Hongjun's vital spot below the crotch.
"Debts of the root of evil, repaid by the root of evil."
"Since you cannot control the Evil Fire of your root, today it shall be severed."
"Ah ah ah ah ah—!"
Ma Hongjun threw his head back and howled miserably, the veins on his neck twisting like earthworms, his eyes bursting with spiderweb-like blood vessels.
"Hongjun!"
"You brat, you deserve to die!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to charge again, only to be stopped by the Ye family guards.
Li Dixian didn't even spare Zhao Wuji a glance.
He seemed deaf to the mountain-and-sea-like shouts of the audience.
Under countless gazes of fervent admiration, he walked down the arena step by step.
As he passed through the backstage passage.
He paused, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over a shadow in a corner.
There, a hunched figure in a green robe, trembling with excitement, was frantically recording something on a wooden board with charcoal.
A golden flash between his fingers.
A gold coin, with a light whoosh, accurately embedded itself in the Storyteller's lapel.
"You better praise me well tomorrow."
The Storyteller suddenly looked up.
He only saw a plain white back disappearing at the end of the passage.
"Today's grand spectacle will surely spread throughout Heaven Dou tomorrow!"
The Storyteller excitedly put away the gold coin and his recording board.
Quickly disappearing into the crowd.