"Let’s fight, Lingxiao Pavilion. You’ll find out soon enough!"

Feng Jue’s voice echoed through the air. With a single step, the sharp edge of a blade bloomed forth.

At the same time, a frenzied Saber Intent, like a relentlessly surging tide, swept across the Battle Platform, causing it to hum and tremble. The intent of the blade’s edge spread through the hearts of the crowd—so sharp!

’An aura... no, it’s Saber Momentum!’

Feng Jue’s aura was his Saber Momentum, as if it were innate, which amazed everyone present.

But how could they know? The Saber Demon Body was a special physique, born to wield the saber. His Saber Momentum was his aura, possessing an intangible Killing Power.

The Cyan Race expert’s eyes narrowed, and he gave a mocking smile. "So you do have some strength. No wonder you’re so arrogant. But this little bit of strength... it’s not enough."

As he spoke, the Cyan Race expert strode forward. A sinister wind gusted, carrying a chilling, bone-deep aura that made one’s skin crawl, as if being watched by a venomous snake.

"Lingxiao Pavilion... I don’t know it, nor do I care to. But today, I will trample that Lingxiao Pavilion you’re so proud of under my feet."

The Cyan Race expert declared loudly, his tone full of disdain and contempt. A single man, vowing to trample Lingxiao Pavilion underfoot!

Below the Battle Platform, Ye Wushuang’s eyes turned cold. ’Just a Spiritual Spring Fifth Layer, and he dares to claim he’ll stomp Lingxiao Pavilion underfoot? How arrogant.’

Beside him, Jian Bufan shook his head, a scornful smile on his face.

BOOM!

The Cyan Race expert shot into the air, looking down on Feng Jue. "The trampling," he said coldly, "begins with you!"

"Green Snake Dance!"

With a cold shout, terrifying energy erupted from the Cyan Race expert. It was like a power from Hell itself—ghastly, dreadful, and chilling to the soul.

HISSSSS...

As the energy was released, countless giant phantoms of green snakes flickered into existence behind the Cyan Race expert, their savage heads dancing in the air.

Pairs of large, blood-red eyes stared at the charging Feng Jue, radiating a terrifying killing intent. The snakes rushed down, a chaotic dance of serpents, all scrambling to be the first to bite down on their single target: Feng Jue.

Beneath the overwhelming might of these giant snakes, Feng Jue’s figure seemed tiny, like a lone duckweed in a vast ocean, about to be swallowed by a tidal wave.

"Hahaha, Green Snake Dance is a Supreme Combat Skill of my Cyan Race! This kid is dead for sure."

The members of the Cyan Race immediately started laughing.

The Cyan Race revered the Snake God as their Divine Spirit. They received its protection and possessed the bloodline of the green snake, which granted them the special talent of manifesting green snakes in battle.

Green Snake Dance was a Supreme Combat Skill developed from this talent, its power immense.

’The Cyan Race has always kept a low profile. I didn’t expect them to be this strong. I’ve truly underestimated them.’

The crowd’s gazes sharpened, clearly wary.

"Aren’t you worried?"

Below the Battle Platform, Jian Bufan turned to ask Ye Wushuang, only to see that Ye Wushuang’s expression hadn’t changed much.

"Not worried."

After a moment, Ye Wushuang uttered two simple words. He wasn’t worried about Feng Jue in the slightest.

Their exchange left Yunn Xiao and Dii Qingxue puzzled. ’Worried about what? Worried about Feng Jue?’

Their gazes turned back to the Battle Platform.

The giant snake phantoms occupied the space above the platform, like vicious serpents born from Primordial Chaos, crushing down through the air. Each phantom carried a terrifying Power of Destruction.

If they were to land on someone, the crowd had no doubt: would Feng Jue even have a chance of survival?

"Slash!"

Feng Jue’s eyes were still as red as blood, but his Saber Intent had grown even sharper.

A Silver Battle Saber appeared in his hand. He lifted it upward abruptly, with such an understated motion!

Instantly, the endless, frenzied Saber Intent was rapidly devoured by the Silver Battle Saber. A brilliant gleam of saber light shot out from the blade.

That single gleam of light was faint and small, but as it rose, it whipped up terrifying storms.

BOOM!

The moment the saber light collided with the green snake phantoms, it erupted—brilliant, frenzied, its edge laid bare!

In the eyes of the crowd, only that one flash of saber light flickered!

BOOM!

In an instant, the furious Saber Intent annihilated every last snake phantom in the sky.

The terrifying storm also raged outward, slamming violently into the Cyan Race expert. With a THUD, he was sent flying, crashing into a corner of the Battle Platform.

The pupils of the crowd below contracted in utter shock. ’That slash just now... it was horrifying!’

The members of the Cyan Race were stunned stiff. Their Supreme Combat Skill had been broken so easily. By a single slash. Just one!

This slash, coming from the black-clad man they had just been mocking, was a huge slap in the face.

"Lingxiao Pavilion... *This* is the Lingxiao Pavilion you wanted to trample!"

Feng Jue spat out the words hoarsely, raising his Silver Battle Saber and walking toward the Cyan Race expert. ’Insult Lingxiao Pavilion, and you die!’

"Cough, cough!"

The Cyan Race expert coughed up a trace of blood, his eyes filled with venom. Feng Jue’s words were so ironic. The Lingxiao Pavilion he wanted to trample, the person he wanted to trample, had trampled him instead. It was laughable!

"I haven’t lost yet! You’re getting ahead of yourself!"

The Cyan Race expert gave a cold smirk. He suddenly raised a hand, and a streak of golden light shot out from him at astonishing speed!

’A hidden weapon?’

A glint flashed in Feng Jue’s blood-red eyes as he swung his Silver Battle Saber, cleaving violently at the golden light.

CLANG!

With the ringing clash of metal, the Silver Battle Saber struck the golden light, halting its momentum. However, the golden streak was incredibly agile, like a living creature.

It wasn’t a hidden weapon, but a Golden-Scaled Snake!

This Golden-Scaled Snake was also called a Vajra Snake. Its body was incredibly tough and extremely venomous. It killed unseen. Anyone in the Spiritual Spring Realm bitten by it would surely die.

It dodged around Feng Jue’s saber and lunged for his neck.

Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed, emitting cold gleams. ’A sneak attack is one thing, but to go for the kill!’

"Get lost!"

On the Battle Platform, Feng Jue roared in anger. The instant the small Vajra Snake was about to bite his skin, a terrifying Saber Intent erupted from his body, directly blasting it away.

"If that didn’t kill you, then I’ll just have to kill you myself."

The sinister smile on the face of the grounded Cyan Race expert deepened. He seized the opportunity, launching himself off the floor and charging at Feng Jue with killing intent.

’Attacking when his guard is down, using a hidden weapon... when that fails, he launches another sneak attack. How shameless. What a disgraceful Cyan Race!’

Seeing this, Jian Bufan’s eyes narrowed, and he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

"Hmph, the rules of the finals don’t forbid hidden weapons. If he can’t dodge it, it’s because his own strength is lacking. He’s just trash. Who can he blame!"

On the other side of the Battle Platform, a young man from the Cyan Race snorted coldly.

His name was Qing Xun, one of the two members of the Cyan Race to step onto the Battle Platform!

"So just because the competition has no such rule, the Cyan Race can be so shameless? Nothing but a pack of cowards. Today, I’ve truly seen it all."

Ye Wushuang also spoke coldly. The word "cowards" pierced right through Qing Xun’s heart and made the faces of the Cyan Race members below the platform turn incredibly ugly.

Before, they had insulted Feng Jue, calling him a coward. But now, their own use of a hidden weapon—a cowardly act—left them with no room to argue.

The insult they had hurled at Feng Jue had now become the greatest irony and humiliation for them.