The unique white patterns of the Killing God Domain rose from the Seven Killing Sword—and in the very next instant, they turned transparent.
But that single heartbeat was enough to make the Enchanting Demon—the fused form of Xie Yue and Hu Liena—turn pale in shock.
"No!"
A scream tore from the androgynous figure, filled with sheer terror, as if they had glimpsed the most horrifying thing imaginable.
They weren't the only ones. On the main platform, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo shot to their feet, exchanging stunned looks.
"What is that? It can shatter Nana and Xie Yue's Martial Soul Fusion!" Chrysanthemum Douluo said bitterly.
Bibi Dong's face had already turned ashen. Outwardly, she still sat calmly upon the Pope's throne, but the tightly clenched jade hands on her armrests betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
"The Killing God Domain… so it really is that…"
Her voice was low and heavy.
She hated to admit it, but there was no mistaking it—this was the true, genuine Killing God Domain. As someone who also possessed it, she knew its aura better than anyone.
"That child really has been to the City of Slaughter… and not only survived, but won a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Arena… and even passed through the Hell Road!"
Her gaze turned deep and unreadable, thoughts churning in the silence.
In contrast to the Spirit Hall's three great figures' momentary loss of composure, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo remained much calmer.
Ever since Sword Douluo had brought Chen Feng back, he had told them about the Killing God Domain. Still, none of them had expected it to so perfectly counter the Enchanting Demon.
The moment the white patterns bloomed, the crimson mist dissolved like snow under sunlight, vanishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And that was just what could be seen.
On the arena floor, the Enchanting Demon—standing across from Chen Feng—was not only shaken by the mist's collapse but also felt their strength being rapidly drained away.
The Killing God Domain bolstered its user's momentum while weakening opponents by 10%, allowing the wielder to unleash 110% of their power. With greater spirit power and killing intent, its effects grew even stronger.
In this exchange, the Enchanting Demon's power was plummeting while Chen Feng's continued to rise.
The killing intent—thick enough to feel tangible—was like being dragged into the depths of hell, cold enough to choke the breath from one's lungs.
Chen Feng said nothing. Holding the Seven Killing Sword, he strode forward in great, unhurried steps.
With every pace, the Enchanting Demon felt their body tremble uncontrollably.
Avoid him—stay away!
No thought of resistance arose. They pulled what remained of the crimson mist around themselves, trying to slow Chen Feng's approach.
But how could their speed compare to Chen Feng's top-tier movement technique?
His figure blurred, leaving only an afterimage. The Seven Killing Sword swept forward, releasing an unstoppable, razor-sharp force.
Clang!
A crisp, ringing impact. The Enchanting Demon felt an irresistible power crash into their arms, followed by a strange penetrating force that raced up their limbs, forcing their fingers open and knocking the moon blades from their hands.
A heartbeat later, their face turned deathly pale. Without their moon blades, how could they possibly fight?
They stumbled back at top speed, channeling spirit power in an attempt to recall the flying blades—but Chen Feng wasn't about to stand still and let them recover.
"Now!"
Chen Feng's shout split the air.
Yu Tianlong, Yang Dianfeng, Zhu Zhuqing, and Feng Tao all instantly abandoned their opponents, retreating several meters before—just like Ning Rongrong and Oscar earlier—jumping down from the arena of their own accord.
Before anyone could figure out why they'd done so, the deep-black fifth spirit ring on Chen Feng's body flared to life.
That was explanation enough.
From where he stood, over a hundred azure sword-lights burst outward in all directions, covering the entire arena.
It was his fifth spirit ability—gained from a thirty-three-thousand-year Ironspike Porcupine—an area attack skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.
It needed no charge-up.
Before the Spirit Hall team could even react, the sword-lights moved—
Shing-shing-shing-shing—!
Over a hundred sword-lights, each equal in strength to a full-powered strike from the Seven Killing Sword, poured down like a torrential rainstorm. The sheer might of the attack was beyond imagining.
A dazzling sea of blue light filled the arena. Even among the audience of Spirit Masters, none could look directly at the blinding sword aura.
Three seconds later, the arena floor shattered, smoke and dust billowing high.
Through the haze, only two figures remained standing.
"It's the Enchanting Demon! He's still up—we jumped too early!" Yu Tianlong smacked his thigh in frustration.
Yang Dianfeng, however, remained calm, arms folded, quietly waiting for the outcome.
At that moment, every gaze locked onto the arena. The fate of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament's championship was about to be decided.
The smoke slowly cleared.
Chen Feng had already dismissed his Seven Killing Sword.
Across from him, the Enchanting Demon's body was riddled with wounds, blood flowing freely, its condition utterly miserable.
The moon blades they'd recalled at the last moment had been shattered, gouged with countless cracks by the Ten Thousand Swords. They had been unable to block the storm of attacks.
Their pupils lost focus. And then, like a toppled mountain, they collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
In contrast, Chen Feng stood untouched, not even the hem of his robe disturbed.
The arena was silent.
Chen Feng turned, facing the crowd, and slowly raised his right arm.
Only then did Bibi Dong rise from the Pope's throne. Though she hated to say it, as Spirit Hall's most outstanding Pope in history, she would not break her word.
"Match over! The Spirit Hall Academy team has lost all fighting ability. Seven Treasure Team—victory!"
Whaaa—!
The arena erupted in thunderous applause.
As the echoes rang out, Ning Fengzhi rose, lifting a hand. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared before him, radiant with jewel-like light.
"Go," he commanded.
The pagoda spun three times in midair, then floated forward. Streams of multicolored light fell upon the fallen members of the Spirit Hall Academy team.
As Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect Master and a tournament committee member, Ning Fengzhi's generosity in aiding even defeated opponents spoke for itself.
Under the holy radiance, the unconscious Spirit Hall members awoke within seconds. Hu Liena and Xie Yue, whose fusion technique had drained them to exhaustion, recovered a large portion of their spirit power.
Bibi Dong's expression softened slightly. She sat once more upon her throne, offering Ning Fengzhi a small smile and a nod of thanks.
"Many thanks, Sect Master Ning."
"A small matter, not worth mentioning," Ning Fengzhi replied with a polite nod.
The red-robed bishop serving as referee announced in a carrying voice:
Champion team of this year's tournament—Seven Treasure Team! Please come forward to receive your award!