One should say, Huaa Wushuang’s luck was not too bad.
The Vortex Scattering Hand, positioned crucially in front of his chest, coincidentally blocked a Red Jade Seal.
The red radiance burst open like a tide, submerging both the surging Protective Spirit Force around Huaa Wushuang and the Vortex Scattering Hand in front of his chest.
Huaa Wushuang’s very special two-colored Protective Spirit Force struggled violently in this red light tide, its radiance growing dimmer and dimmer.
In the intense energy clash, Huaa Wushuang’s figure was blown backward, flying away...
Outside the curtain of twilight light, the observing martial artists, whether average Spirit Transformation Realm warriors or those elite geniuses like Bu Changtian, Mo Xinsui, Yem Yuan, or even the top powerhouses of the Soul Sea Realm such as Qingyi, Zhii Sheng, Thousand Illusion Eagle King, Hai Luoshuang, were all stunned.
Each one was dumbfounded, their expressions becoming incredibly bizarre.
Because they witnessed an extremely strange and abnormal scene.
Unlike Huaa Wushuang who saw sixteen Red Jade Seals, the martial artists watching from outside only saw three Red Jade Seals.
The three Red Jade Seals struck towards Huaa Wushuang like lightning.
The three Red Jade Seals were somewhat terrifying, but in everyone’s view, Huaa Wushuang should have been able to handle them, at least easily catching two Red Jade Seals; even if he couldn’t catch the third, he should have been able to withstand it.
But what they saw was that Huaa Wushuang acted as if the other two Red Jade Seals were nonexistent, only catching the first one coming straight at him and reacting a bit slowly.
Even letting those two Red Jade Seals hit him, the Vortex Scatter Hand hovering above his head did nothing to stop them.
He just let them be!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This is unscientific!
Of course, except for Caiyi!
From the beginning, Caiyi sensed something different, even though the Domain of Illusion created by Ye Zhen did not exclude her, she still felt something from those extremely subtle Divine Soul Waves.
The reason for this visual illusion was actually one—Ye Zhen’s Divine Soul Cultivation was not enough, far from enough!
The Phantom Soul Beast King’s talent for creating illusions is divided into low and advanced levels, which Ye Zhen crudely categorized himself.
The low level is like what Ye Zhen is doing now, first using Divine Soul Power to condense a Domain of Illusion, the size of which is also related to the strength of the practitioner’s Divine Soul Power.
Within the Domain of Illusion, it is easy to use Divine Soul Power to form illusions to affect the opponent.
This kind of illusion is only effective within the Domain of Illusion, and people outside the domain see everything normally and are not affected by the illusions.
Just like the current situation at the Dragonhead Arena, where Huaa Wushuang saw sixteen Red Jade Seals, very terrified.
But the martial artists watching from a hundred meters away saw three genuine Red Jade Seals, and in their eyes, Huaa Wushuang’s actions were incredibly foolish.
For the Phantom Soul Beast King’s advanced illusion talent, strong Divine Soul Power support is needed; with strong Divine Soul Power, the Divine Soul Power can drive the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to directly congeal the illusions into reality.
Although this kind of reality does not have much attack power, everyone who sees it perceives the illusion, or rather, what appears to be real, which is very hard to see through.
In the short term, Ye Zhen was not capable of using the Phantom Soul Beast King’s advanced illusion talent.
"My God, has Huaa Wushuang gone mad, how can he act like this?"
"Damn, what’s with this World’s No.1 Young Master, the level of this move? If it were me, I wouldn’t have messed up so terribly."
"Big talk! Why don’t you try going up there!"
The huge discrepancy led to outbursts of surprise and curses echoing through the air; Bu Changtian and other elite geniuses, including the powers of the Soul Sea Realm like Qingyi, were furrowing their brows, deeply contemplating the mystery.
If they thought that Huaa Wushuang was stupid just now, then they were the real fools!
However, the battle did not end there!
Under normal circumstances, the explosive power of the two Red Jade Seals, regardless of Huaa Wushuang’s life or death, would have sent him flying off the Dragonhead Arena.
If one party is knocked out of the arena, it is considered a defeat!
But at this moment, on Dragonhead Stage No.8, there was a curtain of twilight light, which became Huaa Wushuang’s life talisman.
Huaa Wushuang, battered by the Red Jade Seals, his body covered in fresh blood, slammed violently against the curtain of twilight light and then bounced back fiercely onto Dragonhead Stage No.8.
In the middle of Dragonhead Stage No.8, amidst the not-yet-dispersed red light waves, a passage suddenly and violently opened up like a water current.
A jade-colored finger abruptly appeared, striking like lightning towards Huaa Wushuang’s forehead!
The sound of gasping filled the air; if this finger really hit, Huaa Wushuang would undoubtedly die.
"Young Master!"
Butler Huaa roared loudly, rushing towards the twilight curtain like a crazed beast, but he was resolutely blocked by the light barrier.
At this moment, Huaa Wushuang had no protection left, not even the Protective Spirit Force, his clothes ragged and dripping with blood everywhere.
Seeing the Floating Cloud Finger approaching, Huaa Wushuang, shaken and swollen-headed, glared furiously and even in this moment of life and death, he could no longer maintain the image of the World’s No.1 Young Master, screaming in distress.
At that moment, Huaa Wushuang felt an urge to curse the unjust heavens.
Why was his luck so lousy?
The first battle left Caiyi heavily injuring his Divine Soul. It took him a whole day to recover, and just when his Divine Soul injuries were almost healed, he was struck by the Divine Thunder summoned by Mo Xinsui from the sky.
The most deadly part was that Mo Xinsui, utilizing the divine authority of the heavens, directly shattered his High Grade Treasure Armor.
That was his life-saving treasure.
With his Cultivation, equipped with that High Grade Treasure Armor, even facing a Martial Artist at the Peak of the Fifth Stage of the Soul Sea Realm, he could have easily retreated.
If he had that High Grade Treasure Armor, Ye Zhen’s Red Jade Seal’s attack would have been nothing!
Not to mention two, even if it were three Red Jade Seals, with his Protective Spirit Force and High Grade Treasure Armor, he could have almost completely blocked them.
But things often turn out to be so unfortunate!
This morning, the High Grade Treasure Armor shattered.
Now, the man after his life had come!
For the first, Huaa Wushuang felt death so close by.
This was a feeling he had never experienced before. His heart throbbed violently, as if it would leap out of his chest at any moment, and sweat uncontrollably poured out.
Huaa Wushuang’s eyes became completely frantic.
In his panic, Huaa Wushuang suddenly realized that he still held a folding fan in his hand.
As if fortune favored the brave, or perhaps by instinct, Huaa Wushuang moved the Flower King’s fan, passed down from his ancestors, to his forehead with the fastest speed he had ever mustered in his life.
This Flower King’s fan was also a High Grade Treasure!
The sound of the Floating Cloud Finger hitting the folding fan almost coincided, and Huaa Wushuang felt a severe shock in his palm, causing the Flower King’s fan, which he couldn’t hold on to, to harshly smack his forehead.
The immense force not only caused his head to bleed profusely, but also slammed him harshly back into the glow of the dawn sky.
"He doesn’t die even from that..." A trace of astonishment flashed through Ye Zhen’s eyes, as his remaining Spiritual Power surged to his fingertips.
Sensing the wave of Spiritual Power emanating from Ye Zhen, along with the unmasked killing intent, Huaa Wushuang became scared.
For the first time, Huaa Wushuang’s fear overcame his innate pride. Not wanting to face the sensation of death a second time,
These three words from Huaa Wushuang, like thunder, awakened Elder Qingyi from his contemplation in the sky.
Almost at the same instant he heard these words, the Black Dragon Token emerged above Elder Qingyi’s head, a streak of dawn light shot down swiftly shielding Huaa Wushuang thoroughly, regardless of whether Ye Zhen attacked or not.
Are you kidding, if Tiannan Huaa Family’s heir and the Flower King’s direct descendant Huaa Wushuang was to die on the Dragonhead Stage No.8 he was presiding over, no matter the outcome for Ye Zhen, Elder Qingyi certainly couldn’t escape responsibility.
The Tiannan Huaa Family had always been one to hold grudges, always!
"Ye Zhen against Huaa Wushuang, Ye Zhen wins!"
With Elder Qingyi’s swift announcement, the last contest representing the Black Dragon Ranking concluded.
However, all the spectators showed no signs of leaving or discussing. They just stood there staring, fixated at a blood-soaked Huaa Wushuang, some parts even revealing white bone.
Is this still the World’s No.1 Young Master Huaa Wushuang?
Those Martial Artists who had firmly believed that Huaa Wushuang would defeat Ye Zhen all quietly shut their mouths, for facts trump all rhetoric!
The Dragonhead Stage No.8 was a mess, everywhere splattered with Huaa Wushuang’s blood.
But the most eye-catching was the fallen folding fan.
The High Grade Treasure folding fan that saved Huaa Wushuang’s life, woven entirely from special materials, with various rare materials used to make the fan bones.
The folding fan was closed, but at the moment, on the outermost fan bone, there was a hole caused by a finger, striking and alarming.
The hole was deep; the sixteen fan bones and the fan face all folded together made up more than eighty percent of the fan, impaled from the side.
One could imagine, if the material used for this High Grade Treasure fan had been even slightly inferior, Huaa Wushuang’s forehead might have had a similar hole.
Ye Zhen hovered in the air, looking down at Huaa Wushuang like a deity, watching him lying on the ground curled up, blood gushing all over, Ye Zhen couldn’t help but throw his head back and let out a long howl.
The howling sounded like metal striking stone, piercing through the heavens!
The pent-up frustration that had accumulated in his chest over the past half year dissipated completely with this roar.
The disgrace from the three-move agreement was washed away clean at this moment.
Amidst the howl, the watching Martial Artists’ gazes towards Ye Zhen gradually changed; this was a man who could defeat the World’s No.1 Young Master Huaa Wushuang head-on.
As the howl tapered off, Ye Zhen’s figure slowly landed on Dragonhead Stage No.8, leisurely walking toward the lower area. Glancing casually at Elder Qingyi in the sky, Elder Qingyi immediately understood Ye Zhen’s intention, the brilliance on the Black Dragon Token flashed, retracting the dawn light screen of Dragonhead Stage No.8.
As Ye Zhen passed by the fallen Huaa Wushuang, he suddenly stopped.
"The World’s No.1 Young Master, is just this!"
In an instant, Huaa Wushuang was like struck by thunder!
In the depths of Huaa Wushuang’s heart, something called ’pride’ was utterly shattered...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote and donate on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com).

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