"Huabin!"
Zhu Lu's scream pierced through the chaos. The sight of Dai Huabin's bloodied form shook her. She tried to break free from her fight—
Shing—
A flash of cold light cut across her cheek. Blood trickled down.
She turned sharply. Qin Lan stood in front of her, expression masked, but the mocking tone made her flinch.
"Still distracted?" Qin Lan taunted.
"I hope something better than this"
Her first soul ring lit up again. Speed surged through her limbs, and with a blur, she split into a trail of afterimages, encircling Zhu Lu. The illusion disoriented her completely, forcing her onto the defensive.
If it continued, she'd be eliminated in seconds.
—
On the other side of the field—
Dai Huabin staggered, blood soaking through his torn uniform.
But the third soul skill's transformation kept him barely standing.
And more importantly—Chen Junting had held back.
Just enough to humiliate him.Not to end him.
Chen Junting stepped forward.
The Seven Killing Sword shimmered with calm malice.
He slashed down.
"ROAR!"
Dai Huabin's eyes blazed. Fury surged, eclipsing pain. With a growl, he planted his feet, summoned every ounce of strength he had left—and swung a tiger claw straight toward the incoming sword.
It collided—
Boom—!
Steel met fury.The Seven Killing Sword burst with energy.Its yellow star lit up, and a shockwave tore the air.Dai Huabin's claw split open,blood spraying from his palm.
Before he could recover—
Slash. Slash. Slash.
Chen Junting was already on him.Fast consecutive slash raining in his body.
Each strike of the Seven Killing Sword carved through the air and across Dai Huabin's body. Sword wounds bloomed like crimson petals. Though not fatal, each one stripped away a piece of Dai Huabin's pride.
Then—a kick.
Chen Junting sent him flying.
Whether by design or coincidence, Dai Huabin's broken form slammed down in front of Zhu Lu.
He struggled to rise, face pale, eyes burning.
"I'm going to kill you!" he roared, then turned to Zhu Lu, snarling—
"Zhu Lu! Martial soul fusion—NOW!"
Tiger's rage. Pride on the brink. He wouldn't hold back again.
Zhu Lu didn't hesitate.
She charged through Qin Lan's strikes, letting herself take wounds just long enough to activate her skill—Nether Thrust—and knock Qin Lan away. Then she spun, bloodied but focused, and raced to Dai Huabin's side.
When she saw his shredded body, the murderous fury in his eyes, her chest tightened.
Still, she stepped into position.
Her body flickered, turning ethereal—like smoke merging with shadow.
—
Qin Lan tensed, ready to intercept—
But Chen Junting raised a hand.
A silent command:Let them.
She froze for a moment, caught his eyes—and understood.she saw smirk appear on his face.A terrifying smirk that make you shudder.
He wanted the fusion.
He wanted to kill their pride, not just their power.
—
From the viewing platform,Mu Jin's heart leapt to her throat.
She'd been thrilled to see Chen Junting dominate.But now…
Letting Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu fully unleash the Netherworld White Tiger?
What was he thinking?
She opened her mouth, but there were no words.
Because deep down, she knew—they never would have gotten the chance if he didn't let them.
All she could do was sigh.
"Don't screw this up, kid..."
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Even Qian Duoduo frowned.
"Arrogant brat. He has the Dark Gold Terror Claw, sure, but letting the White Tiger fusion go off? He's gambling too hard."
Next to him, Elder Xuan smirked, gnawing his chicken leg.
"He pulled the soul bone back on purpose. You think this boy's stupid?" He raised his gourd, took a swig. "He's not arrogant. He's just finished playing with his food."
Yan Shaozhe said nothing.
But his eyes were sharp.Focused and Expectant.
—
On the battlefield—
Zhu Lu's phantom form collided with Dai Huabin's. White and black aura surged, swirling into a singular vortex.
Power erupted—
The fusion ignited.
The earth trembled.
And where two stood—now loomed a towering white tiger, over eight meters long. White fur. Black stripes. Cold violet eyes. Its razor claws dug trenches into the arena floor.
The Netherworld White Tiger had arrived.
"ROAR—!"
Its roar cracked the air.
Its massive body lunged like a bolt of lightning, claws raised, bloodlust radiating.
But as it flew toward Chen Junting—
Something changed.
A pressure.
Not from the tiger—but from the swordsman.
A storm of invisible force exploded from Chen Junting's body. Murderous intent turned into an ocean of killing will.
The Sword Power of Seven Kills finally awakened.
And the Netherworld White Tiger froze mid-air.
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(End of Chapter)
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