A Clash of Power
Old Bai moved like a lightning bolt, his spear slicing through the air with unmatched ferocity. Each strike manifested as a dragon-shaped spear light, thousands of them surging forward with the force of an unstoppable tide, rolling toward Ji Wuhui.
The sheer power warped the surrounding space, leaving behind black, mirror-like cracks as if reality itself were shattering under the pressure.
If this duel were taking place in reality, Bai Lao would have held back. His title as the White Spear God wasn't just for show. Even Ji Wuhui, standing at the pinnacle of Eminence, would have struggled to gain the upper hand against Bai Lao at full strength.
But this was the Tower of Trials, where death was meaningless, and resurrection instantaneous. There was no need for hesitation or restraint.
Bai Lao unleashed his ultimate technique without reservation—Heavenly Dragon's Descent!
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Ji Wuhui's expression turned serious as he faced the incoming barrage. He exhaled deeply, a wave of imperial energy rippling from his form.
In an instant, the already dim sky grew darker, and a grand vision materialized.
Behind Ji Wuhui, a towering humanoid phantom clad in a dragon robe rose into view, its colossal form over a thousand meters tall. The phantom mirrored Ji Wuhui, holding a massive sword identical to his own.
It was the Holy Emperor Dharmakaya, the hallmark technique of the rulers of the Star Empire.
Ji Wuhui raised his blade, and the phantom followed suit.
With a flash of cold light, a blazing golden flame ignited along the edge of the massive blade. The fiery aura consumed the air itself, leaving nothing but searing heat in its wake.
The Emperor Sword's might was world-splitting, its power cleaving through the heavens and the earth.
As the blade descended, the mountains below fractured and crumbled, leaving behind a yawning abyss a thousand feet wide.
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The two ultimate techniques collided in a flash of brilliance.
The world seemed to freeze for a moment, as if holding its breath. Then, an immense explosion of light erupted from the point of impact, blindingly bright and consuming everything in sight.
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"What just happened?"
Those watching the display gasped in frustration. Just as the battle reached its climax, the screen was flooded with blinding light, making it impossible to see.
"Who won?" Bu Lige asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
"The outcome is clear," Luo Chuan said calmly, his voice carrying an air of certainty.
The others turned to him in surprise.
"Boss, how can you tell? We can't see anything!" Bu Lige asked, confused.
"Instinct," Luo Chuan replied nonchalantly.
"...Seriously?"
"I think the match is nearly settled as well," Yao Ziyan added, smiling.
"Sister Ziyan, who do you think won?" Bu Shiyi asked curiously.
Yao Ziyan shook her head, teasing them with a sly grin. "You'll see soon enough. Just wait."
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Gradually, the light on the screen began to fade.
The battlefield came into focus, revealing a wasteland of devastation. The ground was riddled with craters and fissures, while fractured space flickered as it slowly repaired itself.
In the sky above, two figures floated, facing each other.
As the image sharpened, everyone held their breath.
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Old Bai's breath was shallow, and his face deathly pale. A gaping wound stretched across his chest and abdomen, exposing even his internal organs. Bright red blood poured from the injury, pooling beneath him as though endless.
Without the immense vitality granted by his Pathseeker-level cultivation, he would have already fallen.
In stark contrast, Ji Wuhui appeared calm and unscathed, his regal aura unbroken.
The outcome was undeniable.
"It's clear—His Majesty is the victor!" Jiang Shengjun exclaimed.
Bu Shiyi and Bu Lige nodded in agreement.
Old Bai's grievous injuries left no doubt. In a real battle, he would have been completely incapacitated. Meanwhile, Ji Wuhui's composed demeanor showed he had barely exerted himself.
The match was over. Ji Wuhui had claimed victory.
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