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“Arrogant,” Ning Cheng sneered dismissively.

The battle below had reached a fever pitch.

Although Ye Han had summoned his blood-colored banner, exuding a divine might that unleashed countless sword beams, it still failed to harm the Beast Taming Sect disciple’s beast. The fight had become increasingly one-sided.

If nothing unexpected happened, it seemed Ye Han would soon be defeated.

After more than half an hour, Ye Han’s earlier vigor had clearly waned. His aura began to show signs of decline, and many spectators realized that his secret technique was reaching its limit.

The Beast Taming Sect disciple standing atop the beast’s head brightened with excitement—now was the time!

Seizing the moment of Ye Han’s weakening strength, he needed to strike decisively and kill him. Otherwise, if Ye Han admitted defeat, he would lose his chance to act.

“Concede!”

The Beast Taming Sect disciple called out.

Although his words suggested he wanted Ye Han to surrender, his actions told a different story. He moved quickly, not giving Ye Han any opportunity to respond.

Forming a series of hand seals, he directed their power into the beast. The already massive creature grew even larger.

The beast roared skyward. One of its enormous claws extended forward, each nail several meters long and shimmering with a cyan-golden hue. Blue lightning crackled and sparked around them.

A suffocating, destructive aura filled the air—a violent and terrifying power.

The cyan-golden beast claw expanded further, covering the sky. In an instant, it spanned a hundred meters, flashing with thunder and lightning, like a storm cloud blotting out the sun.

Ye Han was completely engulfed in its shadow.

This strike…

Even the Profound Elixir Realm experts in the spectator stands couldn’t help but show unease on their faces.

“Brother Li, have Ye Han surrender,” Yao Feng urged. He couldn’t bear to watch any longer. This strike was something even he would need to approach cautiously—let alone Ye Han.

If Ye Han were genuinely at the Spirit Meridian Realm, that would be a different story.

But he wasn’t!

He was merely a late Qi Condensation Realm cultivator!

Nearby, Ning Cheng observed the scene unfolding on the platform, a confident smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Unless something unforeseen occurred, the first place in this competition would undoubtedly belong to the Beast Taming Sect.

If Ye Han didn’t admit defeat, in less than three breaths, he would surely be reduced to a pool of blood!

With that thought in mind, Ning Cheng turned his attention to Li Xun.

Would Li Xun intervene at this critical moment to save Ye Han?

If Li Xun truly couldn’t restrain himself and tried to rescue Ye Han, Ning Cheng resolved to step in and block him.

With Ning Cheng holding off Li Xun, Ye Han’s death was certain!

Forcing Li Xun to watch helplessly as the junior brother he had been protecting fell before his eyes would surely drive him mad.

“No need to rush,” Li Xun replied calmly, his demeanor as relaxed as ever. “Just keep watching.”

Li Xun still had faith in Ye Han. If even with a protagonist’s aura, Ye Han couldn’t defeat a mere supporting character, it would be a disgrace.

If Ye Han’s life were truly in danger, Li Xun would undoubtedly step in to save him out of loyalty to their sect.

However, if that happened, Ye Han’s standing in Li Xun’s eyes would drop significantly.

“Heh.”

Ning Cheng sneered at Li Xun’s words. How could he remain so calm at a time like this? Did he really not fear Ye Han dying on the platform?

Crack!

Blue lightning wove across the sky, striking down from the beast’s colossal claw.

The massive claw loomed overhead, its oppressive power suffocating all who felt it.

“Do you really think I’ve reached the end of my rope?” Ye Han spoke softly.

Without any visible movement, his aura suddenly shifted. His late Qi Condensation Realm cultivation surged upward, breaking through to the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm in an instant.

Under the effects of the Blood Burning Secret Technique, Ye Han’s cultivation surged from the late Spirit Meridian Realm directly to the peak of the Spirit Meridian Realm.

In this moment, his vitality erupted like a dragon, piercing the heavens and shaking the surroundings. The immense blood energy, radiant and boundless like the sun, enveloped the entire arena, shocking everyone present.

As the massive beast claw descended rapidly, Ye Han remained composed. His response was simple and direct—he clenched his right fist and struck upward.

The golden fist gleamed as if it were not made of mere flesh and bone, but freshly forged in a divine furnace.

Boom!

The fist collided with the beast’s claw in a dazzling explosion. To everyone’s astonishment, the golden fist shattered the enormous claw in an instant.

Crimson blood rained down from the sky as the beast roared in agony. Yet, Ye Han remained imposing, his brilliance undiminished.

Bang!

The golden fist, imbued with unparalleled destructive force, punched through the beast’s head, shattering it completely. Bathed in blood, Ye Han stood like a demonic god.

Lightning-fast, his hand shot out toward the Beast Taming Sect disciple standing atop the beast’s head.

“How is this possible?”

The disciple’s eyes widened in disbelief. Just moments ago, victory had seemed assured. Now, his beast was obliterated in the blink of an eye.

From heaven to hell, all in an instant.

In desperation, the disciple formed a hand seal, conjuring a barrier of light in front of him in an attempt to block Ye Han’s strike. But to his dismay, the barrier was no match for Ye Han—it shattered like paper.

Then, a golden palm struck his chest.

The Beast Taming Sect disciple was sent flying, half his body shattered and bloodied, white bone exposed.

“Please— spare me— I—” he stammered in terror.

Terrified, he scrambled backward, his body trembling as he begged for mercy. Just as he opened his mouth to concede—

Ye Han moved again, his figure transforming into a bolt of lightning. His palm, sharp like a heavenly blade, sliced toward the disciple’s neck.

“Too late!” Ye Han declared coldly.

From the start, his opponent had sought to kill him. Now that the tables had turned, why should Ye Han show mercy?

“Impudent!”

Just as Ye Han’s hand was about to strike the disciple’s neck, a thunderous voice roared across the arena.

Before the voice had fully faded, a towering figure stepped down from the spectator stands and appeared directly in the arena.

In an instant, the figure threw a powerful punch toward Ye Han’s chest.

The punch was swift and ferocious. If it landed, Ye Han would be gravely injured, if not killed outright.

But just as the punch was about to connect with Ye Han, a faint purple figure appeared, light and graceful, standing protectively in front of him.

This figure, with one hand clasped behind their back and the other forming a fist, met the incoming punch with apparent ease.

Yet, this casual strike collided with the fierce punch from Ning Cheng, producing a deafening explosion. The terrifying shockwaves rippled outward in all directions.

The faint purple figure stood motionless, while Ning Cheng was sent flying, crashing through seven or eight arenas before finally coming to a stop.