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When Fang Qingyu stepped onto the stage to face Tu Qianshan, who wielded a blood-colored long blade and was surrounded by a dense, bloodthirsty aura, the result was already determined.

Tu Qianshan did not concede.

He roared, pushing his frenzied Sword Intent to the extreme; the dark red Qi Blood smoke akin to a boiling sea of blood, with the long blade in his hand transforming into a fierce bloody light tearing through the sky.

Carrying the crazed Will to cut everything, he slashed towards Fang Qingyu.

"Blood Prison·Soul Breaking Slash!"

Faced with this frenzied strike enough to strike fear into a normal Peak Martial Saint of the Third Tier.

Fang Qingyu didn’t even move his feet.

He simply and calmly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers, towards the impending bloody blade light.

Crack—!!!

A Golden Thunder Spear condensed to the extreme, like a judgment spear drawn from the Ninth Heaven, instantly tore through the air, carrying a Heavenly Might that penetrates everything, reaching there first despite being launched later.

Boom!!!

The Golden Thunder Spear precisely struck at the peak point of the bloody blade light.

The piercing gold light and blood light collided.

In less than half a second, the seemingly unmatched frenzied bloody blade light shattered inch by inch under the most formidable Shenxiao Thunder.

The Thunder Spear’s force remained unyielding, like golden lightning it fiercely pierced into the hastily raised Protective Qi Blood of Tu Qianshan.

Thud!

Tu Qianshan’s burly body trembled violently, his Protective Qi Blood instantly dispersed; fresh blood spurted from his mouth, and he flew back several dozen meters as if struck by a Heavy Hammer, crashing heavily onto the Force Field at the edge of the stage, the symbolic Blood Prison Blade in his hand flying out, buzzing as it stuck into the ground not far away.

The referee’s voice followed swiftly: "Winner, Thunder God!"

Decisive and overwhelming! Still a crushing victory!

The audience was once again boiling, the cheers for Thunder God deafening.

Next up was Shi Hao.

His opponent, Huo Wu, was a goddess who controlled flames, with fierce flames burning Heaven, the momentum vast.

However, those terrifying flames enough to melt gold and iron left only a few shallow white marks on Shi Hao’s bronze skin, failing to cause even a hint of scorch.

Shi Hao walked leisurely, like strolling in his backyard, under the sea of flames.

Ignoring all attacks, he walked step by step to the shocked Huo Wu, simply delivering a punch.

Boom!

Huo Wu’s flame shield shattered like paper, and she flew out of the stage like a kite with a broken string, completely knocked out.

"Winner, Shi Hao!"

Another crush! Another dominance!

The most anticipated final match was Jiang Wei against Sun Qian.

After the drama in the lounge, Sun Qian faced Jiang Wei with a mental state already unbalanced.

"Winner, Bai Huo!"

The final four emerged undeniably.

Thunder God, Bai Huo, Shi Hao, Thousand Threads.

And that night.

After the final four emerged, what the audience anticipated...

Was the grouping for the semifinals.

Would Thunder God face Shi Hao early?

Or face his friend Bai Huo, with two acquaintances meeting early in the semifinals.

But this wasn’t much of a suspense for Fang Qingyu.

Predictable that his next opponent would definitely be Shi Hao.

After all, Da Lei is Jiang Wei’s Guardian; it’s unlikely Shi Hao, the terrifying opponent, would meet Jiang Wei prematurely.

Evening came.

The matches were announced.

As expected by Fang Qingyu.

When the grouping was revealed, the entire City of Injustice exploded!

[Semifinal Match 1: Jiang Wei VS Thousand Threads]

[Semifinal Match 2: Thunder God VS Shi Hao]

"Holy crap!!!"

"The finals played early!!!"

"Thunder God battles the muscle-bound demon! In the semifinals!"

"The officials know how to put on a show! Too exciting!"

"It’s over, Thousand Threads and Bai Huocheng are just filler, the real championship battle is ahead of schedule!"

The internet was completely flooded by this matchup.

Almost everyone believed the winner between Fang Qingyu and Shi Hao would be the ultimate champion of this tournament!

This semifinal was the ultimate showdown brought forward.

Semifinal tickets sold out within three minutes of the draw being announced, with black market prices escalating to staggering heights.

The entire City of Injustice was permeated with a fervent anticipation of a coming storm.

And this matchup was quite to Fang Qingyu’s liking.

Defeat Shi Hao, advance to the finals, reunite with Jiang Wei, and claim both the championship and runner-up.

Seize the vast amount of Pure Crystal enough to propel him to the Peak of Second Tier!

Almost a perfect script.

...

Meanwhile.

Celestial Punishment Association Headquarters.

Deep underground.

The dim oil lamp flickered, mixing with the sweet and rotting smell and chilling air.

A gigantic cross stood like a tombstone in the center of the space.

Chen Wudi’s gaunt body was tightly bound in the center of the cross by several gleaming black metal chains, his head drooped listlessly, his hair disheveled, obscuring his face, with his breath as weak as a flickering candle in the wind.

Directly below the cross.

A scarlet-robed figure stood quietly.

The robe’s edges were covered in intricate, twisted designs of thorns and eyes embroidered with dark gold thread.

The spacious hood completely hid the face, revealing only eyes filled with near-maniacal fervor.

He gazed at the lifeless body on the cross, chanting softly in a harshly intoned language.

With the chant, dark purple runes silently lit up on the smooth black stone ground around the cross.

As light swirled, shadowy human-shaped images hovered around the cross.

Silently watching the center.

Prayer ended.

The chanting in the scarlet-robed figure’s voice ceased.

He slowly turned, facing those surrounding projections.

Underneath the hood, a faint, hard-to-detect smile seemed to appear.