The moment Liu Wuxie unleashed his blade, his two remaining opponents and even the surrounding cultivators froze in shock. The blade ray swept across the battlefield, stirring storms of dust and air. The compressed atmosphere rumbled like thunder, echoing with the force of his strike.0

It wasn't the technique itself that shook them but the aura pouring from Liu Wuxie. In that instant, he seemed like an invincible deity descending into the mortal world.0

At the center of the battlefield, Mu Heng and Shen Yue's expressions darkened. Everyone knew the four slain attackers had ties to them, even if the men had acted on their own. Liu Wuxie's brilliance had stolen the glory that was supposed to be theirs, and now, their plan to remove him had backfired spectacularly.0

"Die!" Liu Wuxie's cold voice rang out. The temperature plummeted across the arena, and frost spread in a thin veil over the sky. His strike bent the very laws of heaven and earth, a force even Transcendent Realm...0