"Why did you never leave me alone?! Why did you keep chasing me, whispering my name, pestering me with your pity?!"
His voice broke, rage mixing with something… else.
"Every time I tried to advance… to prove myself… you were there. Smiling. Watching. Wavering my Dao Heart!"
A growl, then a scream—desperate.
"I HATED YOU!!"
The words rang out like a curse, heavy, final.
And the crowd—misunderstood.
A realization swept through them like wildfire.
Hate. He hated her.
And what had he done?
Lan Meiyu and her friends had been raped. Brutalized. Left broken.
The whispers turned to gasps.
"It was him…" someone muttered in horror.
"He did it—because he hated her!"
"Then… where is she?!"
A dreadful silence.
Lan Meiyu was nowhere to be seen.
Could he have… killed her before coming here?!
The idea sank into their bones—a chilling, horrifying possibility.
And as the fear settled, Liu Zhenhai’s blackened eyes snapped onto Su Xiaobai.
"AND YOU—!!"
He roared, voice shaking the arena.
"It’s because of you…!!"
His nails dug into his palms, blood spilling freely.
"If you weren’t here—if you had just died like a dog in the Outer Sect—none of this would have happened!"
The hatred in his voice was growing.
"You think you’re untouchable?! You think your filthy bloodline makes you better than me?!"
A crazed laugh.
"I’LL TEAR YOU APART!"
And then—
BOOM!
A tornado of black miasma erupted from Liu Zhenhai’s body, swallowing the entire arena in an instant.
"ARGHHHHHH!!"
His agonized scream tore through, his veins bulging, pulsing like blackened roots spreading across his skin.
His body swelled to twice its size, his robes exploding into shreds of fabric.
His once sharp and noble features—
Gone.
His golden hair darkened, streaked with ashen gray.
His eyes—no longer human.
Two crimson orbs burned in their sockets, filled with nothing but insanity and slaughter.
His mouth twisted into a permanent sneel, his lips curling over sharp, jagged fangs.
A monster.
A beast of pure, mindless destruction.
A fallen swordsman, consumed by the abyss.
KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"
The arena trembled.
The walls cracked.
The disciples shivered.
Just hearing his voice sent cold fear down their spines.
This wasn’t Liu Zhenhai anymore.
This was a demon wearing his skin.
And before anyone could react—
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
A thousand sword threads erupted from his body!
Each thread whipped out violently, cutting through the air like invisible silk sharp with sword intent.
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Everywhere—cutting, slashing, destroying.
A simple flicker of his aura had turned into a torrent of blades.
The terrified screams of people caught in the mutual destruction merged with the symphony of shattering steel—
And Su Xiaobai was caught in the storm.
Puchi!
In one second—
A hundred cuts.
In three seconds—
A thousand.
Blood poured from Su Xiaobai’s arms, chest, and legs.
His clothes were shredded, his flesh sliced open by the endless bombardment of razor-thin sword intent.
And yet—
Liu Zhenhai wasn’t done.
He rose to his feet, his demonic eyes locking onto Su Xiaobai, his entire body dripping with black mist and slaughter intent.
"KILL!!!"
BAM!
His foot slammed forward, sending a shockwave through the battlefield.
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His sword—or rather, the phantom of his shattered will—burned with a mad, unstable reddish glow.
A killing move.
A technique fueled by nothing but destruction.
And at its center—Su Xiaobai, bloodied and smiling.
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"Su Xiaobai! Dodge!"
"That’s not Liu Zhenhai anymore! That’s a monster!"
"Is he even human at this point?!"
Even the elders and peak lords—men who had lived for over a hundred years—
Felt unease.
The Nine Hells Berserker Pill wasn’t just forbidden—
It was a death sentence.
A temporary ascension into absolute madness, where the user’s strength multiplied endlessly, but their life burned away with every second.
A man-made demon.
And Liu Zhenhai had given in completely.
Liu Zhenhai’s sword threads rippled, cutting apart the ground itself, forming a storm of death that threatened to consume everything in its path.
And standing in the eye of the storm—
Was Su Xiaobai.
His red eyes flickered, his smile widening.
"Finally."
He cracked his knuckles, letting the blood drip freely from his wounds.
"I was wondering if you had any fight left in you."
The rest gasped.
Did he not understand the danger?!
But Su Xiaobai only grinned wider.
His dragon scales pulsed, his aura shifted, and—
He moved.
The next strike—
Would decide everything.
The sect elders, who had been ready to intervene, suddenly halted. A subtle yet absolute will descended from above, invisible yet commanding.
The Sect Master had spoken—
The battle was not to be stopped.
But how?
Liu Zhenhai’s power had skyrocketed beyond reason. Every strike carried a bloodthirsty crimson aura, suffused with the essence of slaughter itself. Could they not see it?
And yet—
"Hmph!"
A cold snort echoed from above.
Liu Chenfu, seated in the Peak Lords’ postion, leaned forward, his eyes flashing with cruel delight.
Before him, Liu Zhenhai—a monster in human skin—lunged forward.
His sword arm blurred, and with each step—
BOOM!
The earth shattered beneath his feet, deep cracks splintering out like a spiderweb.
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
His howls of slaughter echoed through the air, his presence a beacon of unstoppable destruction.
Liu Chenfu’s lips curled into a grin of victory.
And that was the moment—
Su Xiaobai moved.
A deep breath—
Then—
BOOOOOOOM!!!
A shattered ray of pure spiritual energy burst forth, a roaring tidal wave of destruction straight from his core!
Dragon’s Breath!
It tore through space itself, a beam of absolute annihilation aimed at the berserk Liu Zhenhai, who was mere inches away.
Time seemed to freeze.
Liu Zhenhai’s eyes twitched.
He glanced down.
And saw it.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
A gaping hole had been blasted clean through his stomach.
The blackened blood of the berserker spilled onto the cracked ground, its cursed essence hissing as it ate away at the stone like corrosive poison.
"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A wail of agony and madness.
A sound that did not belong to a human anymore.
And yet—
He did not fall.
He did not collapse.
Instead—
He laughed.
A ghastly, ear-splitting cackle.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Su Xiaobai’s pupils narrowed.
Something was wrong.
Instead of dying, Liu Zhenhai’s oozing blood began to twist, to rise.
The dark gooey liquid coiled into the air, forming a tornado of cursed essence, thobbed with an insatiable hunger.
The ground trembled.
The very heavens seemed to recoil from the sheer abomination forming before them.
And then—
"Enough. End the match."
A voice.
Ancient. Unshakable. Divine.
Swiish!
A single figure moved.
Before anyone could react—
Zhao Tianxuan, had already appeared.
Above Liu Zhenhai.
His hands clasped lightly behind his back.
His eyes indifferent, as if gazing at an ant.
And then—
THUD.
The blood tornado halted.
It did not disperse—
It was pressed down.
A force beyond comprehension descended, as if the sky itself had chosen to crush Liu Zhenhai.
The entire arena shook, the winds howling, the ground caving in under the sheer magnitude of the suppression.
Liu Zhenhai—
The monster, the berserker, the raging demon—
Was squeezed into the ground.
Crushed like a mortal beneath an immortal’s decree.
His body—
Exploded.
Splash!
A sickening splat—
And Liu Zhenhai was no more.
The battlefield fell into absolute silence.
Not even the wind dared to move.
And above it all—
Zhao Tianxuan merely sighed.
"How meaningless."
And with that—he vanished.
The next moment—
He was already back in his seat.
The elders, peak lords, and disciples who had barely followed his movement felt a shiver of awe.
For a brief, fleeting second, they simply stared.
Then—
"SECT MASTER!!!"
A deafening cheer erupted.
The arena shook with the voices of thousands, roaring in unrestrained admiration.
The Sect Master had taken action.
After years—decades—of ruling like a shadow in the heavens, he had finally moved.
And it was effortless.
No grand techniques, no flashing divine arts—just a simple suppression.
That was true power.
And Su Xiaobai?
Standing there, staring at the puddle of blood that had once been Liu Zhenhai, he felt something strange—
His glory had been stolen.
But—
He did not complain.
He understood.
Zhao Tianxuan had done this on purpose.
It wasn’t just about stopping Liu Zhenhai—
It was about solidifying his own authority.
And indeed, as Zhao Tianxuan sat, his gaze swept over the crowd, watching their unwavering devotion bloom.
A slight curve touched his lips.
Yes.
This was how a sect master should be worshipped.
But Su Xiaobai?
He simply chuckled.
He didn’t care.
His own plans had went far smoother than expected.
And there were more pressing matters.
Zhao Tianxuan’s gaze turned sharp.
"Where is Liu Chenfu?"
His voice was calm, but within it was an undeniable authority.
"Find him. Do not let him escape."
At that moment—
His fingers moved slightly, an almost imperceptible signal.
Xu Tianran, seated near, gave a slight nod— And vanished. Somewhere beyond the arena, a fleeing figure tore through the sky.
Liu Chenfu had already abandoned all dignity.
The moment he saw Liu Zhenhai crushed like an insect, he knew—
He had lost.
And now, he had to run.
The sect acted as if nothing had happened, resuming the final match of the day—
But every peak lord present?
Their eyes were elsewhere.
They waited.
Would Liu Chenfu be caught?
Would he escape?
The true storm had yet to begin.