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The dragon clan, naturally, surged forward, and it seemed that a chaotic battle was about to begin.
The Tianhu Elder was furious, his anger palpable: "You young ones, how can you behave like this? I—" But before he could finish, a woman's voice cut through his words, causing Zun Jing's spiritual energy to wane.
The Tianhu Elder was shocked. "This is an Underworld Artifact!"
The Thirty Heavens belonged to the celestial realm, which was predominantly yang; items associated with yin were rare, let alone artifacts of such caliber. At that moment, within the Celestial Fox Clan of the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Yin Qi was dense. Black mist began to rise from the ground, and where the Yin Qi condensed into water, cracks slowly formed, revealing an ancient stone bridge that felt unsettling to the soul.
The arch of the bridge perfectly encompassed the entire Arena. Yun Zhi Yue stood on the stone bridge, ignoring the wailing souls clawing at her skirt from the bridge's walls. She surveyed everyone around her and declared, "I’ve sustained some injuries today and have no desire to fight with you all. Yun Shijiu is my brother; no one is allowed to enter this Arena."
As an Underworld Artifact, it was on a level above even an Emperor's Soul Artifact—an item of the underworld that even the Imperial Realm could not shatter. "So just sit back and watch quietly."
A member of the Peacock Clan scoffed, "What are you bragging about? If the Imperial Realm can't be shattered, why didn't you bring it out before you got hurt?"
Yun Zhi Yue squatted on the bridge, propping her chin on her hand as she looked at them. "Is it really so bad to be so ignorant?"
At that moment, Zhao Yue spoke up calmly: "The so-called Underworld Artifact exists because of the needs of the underworld. As long as the underworld exists, so will Underworld Artifacts; they are part of it. While they can be controlled, they do not recognize a master; they only serve their purpose. The Imperial Realm indeed cannot be shattered, but excessive force can backfire on the wielder—the artifact won’t break, but the person will."
Yun Zhi Yue clapped in approval. "A knowledgeable one! It's a pity you're with the wrong crowd. If you wish for the underworld, I can introduce you to Ming Jun."
Zhao Yue shook her head. "Though the underworld is appealing, I do not wish to leave the celestial realm."
Yun Zhi Yue found Zhao Yue intriguing and was about to continue their conversation when someone gasped in horror: "Oh no! Long Jie is in trouble!"
Below Nai He Bridge was already drenched in blood; space and sound were both confined. Thus, everyone could only watch a silent drama unfold. Yet even as a mute play, it was shocking to witness Yun Shijiu's ruthlessness and audacity.
Yun Shijiu was at the initial stage of Imperial Heaven Realm; he should not have been Long Jie’s opponent at this level. Moreover, Long Jie’s body was that of a dragon—his defense and strength were formidable. However, before Yun Shijiu, Long Jie’s azure scales seemed as fragile as paper, easily torn apart into bloody shreds.
Yun Shijiu deliberately tortured him; starting from the joints of his tail, he seized every opportunity to crush a segment inch by inch as he moved upward.
Long Jie writhed in pain on the Arena floor, likely screaming in agony, but they could not hear him. At this moment, he had been grasped by his most vulnerable spot—the reverse scale—causing alarm among onlookers.
Yun Shijiu pressed down on the reverse scale but did not apply further pressure. The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief as they watched Long Jie’s massive dragon head bow down to the ground—clearly submitting.
Yun Shijiu's smile was pure, but the wickedness in his demeanor faded as if he was about to withdraw. Azure Dragon Eye visibly relaxed, but the resentment in his eyes remained unmasked.
Yun Zhi Yue's gaze darkened; it was bad—Shijiu couldn't hold back. In that moment, as the reverse scale shattered and the crystalline dragon tendons were pulled out, the entire arena fell silent. No one dared to make a sound.
With the Heavenly Emperor present, the Dragon Clan Prodigy was being tortured by having his dragon tendons extracted. Han Xi's expression changed as she forced herself to stand up in front of the arena, warily watching the Heavenly Emperor.
If they were to die, they would die together. Though she felt reluctant, she had no regrets following such a man.
Yun Zhi Yue stood on the bridge, staring at Yue Qi. Her intention to protect her brother was evident, but honestly, she had no confidence at all.
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