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“Dark Sky Grand Compass, obliterate the heavens!”
Wang Jie's hand seals became increasingly mysterious, and as these seals changed, Wang Jie's complexion gradually turned pale. Clearly, casting this attack came at a significant cost to Wang Jie as well.
However, it was undeniable that Wang Jie's technique made the compass appear even more formidable.
The dark compass was surrounded by purple-gold runes that gradually took on an unusual red glow. The appearance of this red light seemed to enhance the destructive power of the compass, as if it could annihilate all things in its path.
At the same time, the spear formed from Aotian's killing intent began to show fine cracks, indicating that even the Spear of Slaughter struggled to withstand the heavy pressure emanating from the compass.
In the audience, the students were captivated, their minds swaying. They understood that the boy wielding the spear was indeed terrifyingly powerful; even someone as strong as Wang Jie found it difficult to subdue him.
However, they also noticed that Aotian was not in a good situation. Wang Jie's attack could be described as inflicting a thousand points of damage to the enemy while suffering eight hundred in return; under such circumstances, no one had high hopes for Aotian.
Members of the Ink Society displayed expressions of great joy upon seeing Wang Jie gain the upper hand. Meanwhile, Snow Qincheng appeared extremely worried, her right hand gripping the hilt of her Crystal Sword, her gaze fixed intently on the Battle Situation on stage.
It seemed that once Aotian faced an unavoidable danger, Snow Qincheng would undoubtedly spring into action.
The vice president, Lin Chaoqun, maintained a calm demeanor, as if he had everything under control.
“Aotian, surrender!” Wang Jie sneered.
The power of the dark compass grew increasingly overwhelming, creating a terrifying sound of explosive energy as it spun. When the red light from the compass illuminated the spear, the cracks on it became denser and spread throughout its entire body.
Aotian's face turned as pale as paper, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. With each rotation of the dark compass, he felt as if his body were being sliced by blades, a pain that penetrated to his very bones.
Fortunately, an icy blue glow flickered beneath Aotian's skin, mitigating much of the force from the compass's attack thanks to the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body. Otherwise, Aotian would likely be in a state of bloody ruin by now.
“Is this all your power? How weak…” A mocking smile crept onto Aotian's pale face.
Wang Jie's pupils constricted slightly before he coldly replied:
"Even at death's door, you dare to be stubborn! Aotian, as long as you beg for mercy, I can spare you this once!"
The sarcasm in Aotian's eyes was evident as he replied, "Since my birth, I have never known what it means to beg for mercy!"
Wang Jie's expression darkened significantly, and then as if recalling something, he laughed loudly: "Someone like you, raised without a father or mother, truly doesn't know what it means to beg for mercy."
Aotian's face immediately calmed down, but anyone could sense the icy coldness surging beneath that calm exterior. "What did you say? If you have the guts, say it again!"
Aotian's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, causing those who heard it to shiver involuntarily, a hint of fear flickering in their eyes.
Wang Jie felt a slight shock in his heart but then sneered, "I said you are a wild bastard! No father to care for you! No mother to love you!"
Upon hearing this, Aotian's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the murderous intent that erupted from him was several times more terrifying than before. The temperature in the Duel Arena dropped due to this overwhelming killing intent.
For Aotian, his parents were his greatest weakness; touching that weakness was akin to touching a dragon's reverse scale—death would follow!
Previously, due to the nature of the duel, Aotian had been unable to unleash his full killing intent and had to suppress part of it. After all, this was not a fight to the death, so Aotian's Heavenly Slaughter Strike could not unleash its strongest power.
However, Wang Jie's words undoubtedly struck at Aotian's soft spot and ignited his murderous heart. At this moment, Aotian's killing intent was undoubtedly much stronger than before.
The dense killing intent surged wildly into the spear in Aotian's hand. The spear, which had been covered in cracks, slowly began to revert to its original form and appeared even more restrained than before. However, anyone could feel the overwhelming killing power contained within that spear.
This killing power was enough to make a Half-Step Human Spirit warrior tremble with fear!
Wang Jie’s expression changed dramatically, clearly not expecting that his words would have such a significant impact on Aotian. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit regretful, as he could sense the threat posed by that sharp spear, a threat that was potentially deadly!
“No one in this world can insult my parents. Since you dare to insult them, you will pay the price!”
Aotian's voice echoed like a demonic sound from the depths of the abyss, filled with a murderous intent that made everyone present turn pale!
“Heavenly Slaughter Strike, spear pierces the universe!”
Aotian gripped the spear tightly and suddenly exerted force. Instantly, the spear shot out, piercing through the air and striking fiercely onto the compass.
“Boom!”
A tremendous force of slaughter erupted from the spear, and the fierce attack caused the red light on the compass to dim. The entire compass appeared to be on the verge of collapse in mid-air.
The killing intent contained in Aotian's strike seemed capable of truly piercing through the universe, exuding an overwhelming dominance.
“Damn it! How could this kid unleash such a terrifying attack?”
Wang Jie shouted in disbelief. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinheads as he realized that his dark compass had been cracked by Aotian's spear.
“To defeat me? You’re dreaming!”
Wang Jie roared angrily and then spat out several mouthfuls of blood, causing his aura to instantly weaken.
“Dark Sky Grand Compass, Blood Ink Stabilizes Heaven and Earth!”
The blood he spat quickly merged into the compass. The originally dark compass transformed into a blood-red color in an instant, appearing extremely eerie.
The blood-red compass undoubtedly possessed much greater power than before. The once shaky and dim compass now radiated blinding blood light, forcefully blocking Aotian's Spear of Slaughter.
At this moment, Aotian's eyes were as red as two lanterns, with faint blood mist rising from his head, creating an extremely terrifying appearance.
"Malevolent Aura!"
When everyone saw the blood mist above Aotian's head, they were once again taken aback and immediately cried out in alarm.
"This is bad; this is a sign of losing control!"
Snow Qincheng looked at Aotian at that moment, feeling as if a heavy stone had struck her heart, her eyes filled with concern.
"These two have actually fought to this extent..."
The onlookers could clearly see the situation on stage.
Wang Jie had already used his last resort; this strike evidently had a severe impact on him, and it was possible that his cultivation would be permanently halted here.
Aotian was not in a better position. The malevolent aura emanating from his head was a sign of a martial artist losing control.
Clearly, Aotian's cultivation was insufficient, and he lacked the strength to harness the terrifying killing intent contained in the Heavenly Slaughter Strike. He was already showing signs of being overwhelmed by the urge to kill...
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