#104 - Late stage of the calamity

The balance formed by the pitch-black saber light and the Yin-Yang fish was instantly broken.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black saber light ruthlessly destroyed the Yin-Yang fish.

The power of the pitch-black saber light did not diminish at all, and it attacked the Sand Sword behind the Yin-Yang fish.

Sand Sword's face was pale at this time, and his expression was even more miserable.

Looking at the pitch-black saber light that was rapidly attacking him, he said bitterly: "I still couldn't stop it, is Heaven going to kill me."

"Heaven may forgive sins you commit, but you cannot live with the sins you bring upon yourself, now go to hell," Qin Yi said.

"Chih!"

The pitch-black saber light landed on Sand Sword.

Sand Sword's body was almost instantly turned into ashes under the powerful force of the pitch-black saber light.

The attack of the pitch-black saber light did not stop there, and it flew towards the edge of the arena.

"Boom!"

The saber light crashed into the edge of the arena, causing ripples to appear on the edge of the arena.

With the experience of the last time, the audience was not panicked at all when they saw the pitch-black saber light attacking the edge of the arena this time.

At this moment, the pitch-black saber light suddenly exploded outwards, bursting out with dazzling light.

Many students with insufficient cultivation under the stage covered their eyes with their hands.

But even doing so was to no avail, and tears still flowed from the corners of their eyes uncontrollably.

Wang Chengfeng looked at the dazzling light on the arena and said, "The one who killed Sand Sword just now was not the strongest power of this saber technique."

"The dazzling light that is now erupting is the core essence of this saber technique. Such a saber technique is simply terrifying!"

"What kind of existence can create such exquisite and murderous saber techniques."

Speaking of Sand Sword's death, Wang Chengfeng's mouth showed a bitter expression again.

Of the eight senior mentors of the Great Ming Academy, two have died in such a short period of time.

Even Sand Sword, who was ranked in the top three, could not resist the opponent's offensive and died under the opponent's saber.

Wang Chengfeng only felt as if his heart was bleeding. The time, energy, and resources spent to cultivate a senior mentor were astronomical.

And Ying Ye, who was sitting next to him, had flickering eyes, wondering what he was thinking...

The ripples on the edge of the arena vibrated violently.

Under the strong light, the entire arena was shaking.

The vibration on the arena became more and more intense.

"Boom!"

A loud noise came, and a small hole appeared in the ripples on the edge of the arena.

The small hole became bigger and bigger. In less than a breath, the ripples on the edge of the arena were disintegrated into nothingness.

The dazzling light, without the obstruction of the arena, expanded rapidly outwards.

Wang Chengfeng secretly said when he saw this: "Not good!"

Without daring to delay in the slightest, those sitting under the stage were all students and teachers of the Great Ming Academy.

If an accident were to happen under the nose of him, the dean, then not only would he be unable to escape the blame, but his reputation would also be ruined.

Wang Chengfeng immediately stood up from his seat and flew into the air.

"Riding Wind Skill- Wind Control!"

Wang Chengfeng's robe moved without wind, and gusts of wind appeared beside him.

"Riding Wind Skill- Wind Wall!"

Wang Chengfeng pushed forward with both hands, and the gusts of wind beside him immediately flew towards the periphery of the arena.

They turned into wind walls around the arena.

The light shone on the wind walls, like hot water poured on ice and snow, making a "sizzling" sound.

After dozens of breaths, when only a thin layer of wind walls remained, the dazzling light dissipated.

The students and teachers under the stage breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when the light broke through the ripples of the arena, everyone felt a powerful and annihilating aura.

"Fortunately, Dean Wang took action in time, otherwise all of us present would be in danger."

"It's too terrifying. Just now, I felt like I was on the verge of death."

"Hoo~ I felt like I was suffocating just now. This feeling is too uncomfortable."

"Teacher Sand Sword is actually dead..."

"This challenger named Qin Yi is too powerful."

"Alas, who would dare to challenge three Tribulation Realm cultivators with a Body Integration Realm cultivation base in front of so many people without some skills..."

Wang Chengfeng landed from the air, his face was calm, but in fact, he was also sweating.

As a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator, if he had to face an attack from Qin Yi, a Body Integration Realm cultivator.

If he had to use two moves to block it, it would definitely be a laughing stock.

Wang Chengfeng looked at Qin Yi, who had already withdrawn the Killing Life Blade and was standing in place on the arena, and said through voice transmission: "Qin Yi, good skills! I hope you can survive the third battle."

Wang Chengfeng did not hide his killing intent at this time. Qin Yi killed two of his generals in a row.

The anger and resentment in his heart had already exploded. Wang Chengfeng hated that he could not personally go down to kill this kid.

Otherwise, he would definitely make Qin Yi die in pain.

Qin Yi looked at Wang Chengfeng and replied indifferently: "Dean Wang, you are too kind! Next, open your eyes and watch how I kill the person you send out in the third match."

Wang Chengfeng did not expect Qin Yi's answer to be so direct and arrogant, and he did not take him seriously at all in his words.

"Hmph! I hope you can still maintain this attitude before you are beaten to death in the third match," Wang Chengfeng snorted coldly through voice transmission.

Qin Yi did not waste any more words with Wang Chengfeng through voice transmission, and directly said to Wang Chengfeng: "Dean Wang, can the result of the second match be announced?"

Wang Chengfeng flew down to the arena below, his face was a little ugly, but he had to squeeze out a smile and said: "The winner of the second match, Qin Yi."

"The third battle will begin in half an hour!"

After saying this, Wang Chengfeng did not stop at all, and flew down the arena to Ying Ye's side.

Before Qin Yi could ask Ying Ye for the second bet, Ying Zhi's impatient voice spread throughout the audience:

"Brother, Qin Brother won a total of 100 million low-grade spiritual stones from me and Qin Brother in the second match. How do you plan to pay?"

Seeing Ying Zhi speak, Qin Yi stopped talking and went down the arena to Ying Zhi's side.

Ying Zhi's current state can be said to be radiant, and his expression reveals excitement.

Ying Zhi can't help but be excited. He has been suppressed by Ying Ye for so many years, and he has suffered a lot of grievances.

Now that he has finally caught the opportunity to be able to breathe a sigh of relief, how could he possibly let Ying Ye go?

Ying Ye sat in his seat, his face gloomy and very ugly.

One hundred million low-grade spiritual stones is also a considerable expense for him.

Losing this sum of spiritual stones, in addition to the necessary expenses, other parts will have to be slightly saved.

Under the eyes of everyone, it was impossible for Ying Ye to go back on his word.

Otherwise, it would be a fatal blow to the reputation of him, the eldest prince.

He slowly took out a space ring and threw it to Ying Zhi and said: "There are one million high-grade spiritual stones in here, Third Brother, please keep them safe for me first."

"I am sure to win the third match."

Ying Zhi took the space ring and probed into it with his divine sense.

After counting it slightly, he smiled and said to Ying Zhi: "Brother is indeed trustworthy, I have accepted these one million high-grade spiritual stones."