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It seemed that Yun Fan had the upper hand. Yang Feng had been struck by that sword, and even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured and incapable of fighting back. In that case, it would be easy to slay him and put an end to this Sheng Si Dou.
Just then, the dust on the Arena slowly began to settle, revealing Yang Feng as he crawled up from the debris. His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and there was a horrifying wound on his chest, deep enough to see the bone beneath, blood gushing out in torrents.
His face was twisted in pain, eyes bloodshot as he looked at Yun Fan in the Arena. As he opened his mouth slightly, a spray of blood shot out!
A hoarse voice gradually emerged. "Yun Fan, you are indeed strong. But since you didn't kill me with that sword, you will undoubtedly die today."
The crowd around him was taken aback, some even showing disbelief. Yang Feng had sustained such severe injuries; it seemed impossible for him to have any fighting strength left, yet he claimed that Yun Fan was doomed.
Sitting nearby, Zhou Da Cong scoffed and muttered, "Brother Feng, I think Yang Feng must have hurt his head. How can he say that Yun Fan is definitely going to die? It’s just a fantasy before death."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded in agreement. He felt that Yang Feng was just boasting; with such serious injuries, if he didn't get immediate medical attention, he would likely die right there.
Standing on the Arena, Yun Fan furrowed his brows tightly. Only he could truly sense that Yang Feng was different; he wasn't just bragging but carried an absolute confidence.
In an instant, Yun Fan gathered all his focus and began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his Dantian, preparing to unleash his full power and eliminate this threat once and for all.
Yang Feng's face twisted in agony as a cold smile crept onto his lips. His aura erupted once more, though it was somewhat weakened. Yet the confidence on his face never wavered as he slowly grasped the long sword behind him.
The moment the sword was drawn from its sheath, a tremendous wave of energy swept through the air, causing the entire formation to tremble.
A proud voice echoed out. "This sword is my trump card. It once killed a powerful being who had just stepped into the Diyuan Realm. Anyone who has seen this sword will undoubtedly die—so you are no exception."
With a single sweep of the sword forward, a terrifying force surged skyward, producing a whistling sound as if it could destroy heaven and earth—unstoppable.
The crowd surrounding the Arena was filled with shock at this overwhelming power.
Yang Feng's powerful killing move was unexpected, no wonder he was so confident. Even Li Qingyang, who was stationed beside the Arena, felt the terrifying force of this sword strike and couldn't help but smirk coldly. Yun Fan would definitely not be able to withstand this blow; he was surely doomed.
Zhou Da Cong and Feng Qingyang sensed the impending danger, their faces filled with anxiety as they wondered if Yun Fan could endure such a horrifying sword technique. If he couldn't hold on, it would likely mean certain death.
Yun Fan gazed at the devastating attack sweeping toward him, the Arena itself cracking under its pressure. His heart trembled, and a serious expression filled his eyes. However, he quickly steadied his mind, and a fierce light flickered within his gaze.
In an instant, he unleashed a terrifying surge of spiritual power. The Jiu Yang Sword in his hand radiated with blazing sword light as he executed the Jiu Xiao Sword Technique.
With a thunderous roar, the entire world seemed to explode with sound. The ultimate sword light blossomed like a flower, sweeping through the Arena like a ferocious tempest, causing the very void to tremble. The onlooking disciples could barely comprehend the brilliance of this strike.
Sword energy surged forth in all directions, glimmering with a chilling radiance.
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