WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 128: Yi Ran’s True Intention!

Yi Ran's eyes narrowed, her facade finally cracking.

"Well, well... I suppose there's no point in pretending anymore," she said, her voice low and tinged with amusement. "I should end this dull little match."

Slash!

Her blade swept upward with sudden, ferocious speed.

The mist around them was torn apart, swirling violently before it began to fade—revealing the battlefield in stark, chilling clarity.

And with it, the crowd erupted.

"Look! The mist's clearing—we can see the fight now!"

"Yeah, yeah! Now I get to see my goddess in action again!"

"Yes! I can't wait to watch my Goddess Yi Ran utterly crush that... uh, what's-his-name again?"

"Quick, place your bets! This is our chance!"

"500 Sect Points on Yi Ran"

"1000 on Yi Ran "

"1500 on Yi Ran"

"2500 on Yi Ran"

"5000 on Yi Ran"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, loud and proud above the crowd—

"I'm putting 10000 Sect Points on my Big Brother, Xue Taiyang!" Xu Yang shouted, his voice brimming with unwavering faith.

For a moment, silence fell.

Heads turned in unison.

"Who the hell is this lunatic?"

"Ten thousand?! Has he lost it?!"

"He's clearly gone mad—everyone knows how this ends!"

"Hahaha! Maybe he came here just to burn his fortune."

A more seasoned, bald disciple laughed. "Kid, listen to your elders. Don't throw points away just because you know someone. Xue Taiyang's finished."

Xu Yang didn't flinch. "I could say the same to you. Just because Yi Ran looks strong doesn't mean you know how deep the ocean runs. Don't underestimate my Big Brother."

"Tch. Fine. Cry later when your points vanish. I'm going all in—15,000 on Yi Ran!"

"Don't bother with him. He's clearly an idiot."

...

In the heart of the dueling arena—

"W-What?!" Reon staggered a step back. "You're... dispersing the mist? I told you I didn't want an audience!"

Yi Ran's lips curled in a smile, sharp and cold.

"But I did. You see, the real reason I challenged you—wasn't some test or formality. I wanted to publicly humiliate you. Break you in front of everyone. Record your defeat... and shove it right in someone's mutt-eyed face."

Reon's eyes narrowed. "So that's your reason?"

"Of course. Why else would I bother approaching a low-rank nobody like you?" Her laughter was cutting, her arrogance palpable.

...

[Ding! The Host has completed the selected option. Reward: Digital Mini Map (Epic-Grade).]

[The reward "Digital Mini Map" has been successfully integrated into the system. Say 'Open Map' to view the world through the eyes of an eagle.]

...

Reon blinked as the interface appeared before him—just enough to stir a spark of reassurance... and a pang of disappointment.

"So that's it, huh?" he muttered, voice low. "I thought... maybe you had a better reason."

Yi Ran sneered. "Please. What use would I have for a weakling who isn't even top ten in the Outer Sect? I can't even exploit you. You're worthless."

He chuckled bitterly. "Hah... I should've known. It's you, after all. The so-called 'Deceptive Saber Demoness.'"

"I never intended to go all out," Reon said, his voice calm, almost lazy. "I just wanted to finish the mission."

His smile slowly twisted—something darker lurking behind it.

"But now that the system task is complete..."

A devilish grin spread across his face.

"Heh... I suppose it's only fair I give you a proper 'thank you.'"

"What was that?" Yi Ran asked with a tilt of her head. "Tch. Whatever. Let's just end this already."

Suddenly, her aura surged—violent and magnificent.

She activated her physique: Ethereal Lotus Saber Physique.

A lotus bloomed behind her—two petals gleaming vividly, seven more shimmering with illusionary grace. At its center, not a stigma, but a radiant Immortal Saber stood tall.

Gathering every last drop of her spiritual energy, she lifted her blade to the Heavens and whispered, slow and solemn—

"False Heaven Cleave Technique—

Third Form: Heaven's... Hollow... Decree!"

BOOM!

A beam of silvery-gold light burst forth from the heavens, sacred and beautiful—yet laced with an eerie darkness, casting half the arena in an ominous twilight.

"This is my ultimate move," she said with a smirk. "I was saving it for the Inner Disciple Selection Ceremony. You should feel honored—you're the first to witness it in battle."

"Upon contact, the beam drains your spiritual energy, clouds your mind in divine paralysis...

Then—using both your energy and mine—it crushes you under an unbearable, blood-soaked pressure... so immense, it feels as if every bone in your body is breaking, one by one."

"Your resistance will crumble to nothing, for without Spiritual Qi, you'll teeter on the edge of death—no more than a mortal before an Immortal."

"Hahaha!" She laughed. "If you're in a lower realm than me—which you are—you might even piss yourself in front of the whole sect."

"If I wished, I could kill you with this at any moment... though I doubt it'll come to that."

...

From the audience seats, Yang Mi narrowed her eyes.

"That technique... it's terrifying. Amplified by her unique Physique—one that enhances any saber-type techniques to monstrous levels.

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If that had been aimed at me, I wonder... could I have taken it without going all out?

Xue Taiyang is likely finished."

A few seats down, Rou Jin, still wrapped in bandages from his brutal clash with Zi Chen, grinned through clenched teeth.

"Damn... that attack looks insane. I want to feel it crash against me—even if it burns me to ash.

Raw muscle versus that light... heh, it'd be worth it just to feel that moment."

Further along the row, Min Xhen, ranked sixth among the Inner Sect disciples, crossed his arms.

"I'd rather not face Yi Ran—or that move—at the Inner Disciple Selection Ceremony. That kind of power... it's dangerous."

Beside him, Rin Jen, the seventh-ranked disciple, nodded quickly.

"So right. Me too."

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd of ordinary disciples, their voices low but tinged with awe and unease.

"What is that light? It doesn't look like a normal attack..."

"Yeah... but even from here, I can feel it. That thing's dangerous."

"I swear, the moment I touch that beam, I'll probably piss myself and see my late grandmother smiling down at me."

"Pfft—hahaha! Xue Taiyang might be meeting his ancestors in a moment too."

"You're damn right, hahaha."

Someone in the crowd glanced around, brows furrowing.

"Hey... where did that brat go? He's about to lose all his points!"

Another voice chimed in, smug and mocking—belonging to that bald disciple with a crooked grin.

"Yeah, yeah. Where are you now, little overconfident rat? Cat got your tongue? Or are you hiding 'cause you're too embarrassed to watch your hero get roasted?"

"Hmph! What do you know?" Xu Yang snapped, arms crossed. "My big brother is strong—just you wait. He's coming out of this without a scratch."

"Tch. You're delusional, kid. Admit it—you're just scared to see the truth."

"Shut up, you bald, rotten old bastard!" Xu Yang barked, eyes blazing with fury. "You don't know a damn thing!"

The older disciple's face darkened.

"What did you say, you little shi—" He stepped forward, hand reaching for Xu Yang's collar—

—but then he froze.

His eyes turned, drawn back to the arena.

Something had changed.

...

A moment ago, back on the arena—

As the beam struck Reon's body, it began to ravenously drain his Spiritual Energy—like gluttony given form.

Yet he stood unmoving.

Then—he smiled.

"Good," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "Let's see what your so-called 'Ultimate Move' can really do."

Slowly, he raised his right arm, voice low and calm as a storm on the horizon.

"Luna. Activate it."