490: What kind of monster are you?!

Buzz!

In Fang Hanyu's hand, the longsword finally emitted a clear, resonant chime. A wisp of Chaos Sword Intent, seemingly originating from before the creation of heaven and earth when all things returned to nothingness, slowly awakened within his body.

He spoke no more, merely taking a single step forward.

With that one step, the Sword Qi surrounding him was no longer sharp and piercing; instead, it transformed into a hazy, gray Domain.

Within this Domain, earth, water, fire, and wind did not manifest; Laws and order did not exist. Only the most primitive Chaos flowed, returning all to silence!

The moment the Holy Light Tiger Emperor avatar touched this Chaos Sword Domain, it actually emitted a sizzling sound. Its light dimmed and dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Impossible! My Imperial Dao Holy Light!!"

Bai Hao's pupils constricted sharply as he let out an incredulous scream.

He felt his power, Bloodline, and even the resonance with the Legacy of his father rapidly draining away within that gray Domain, being assimilated and annihilated!

"Just what kind of monster are you?!"

Bai Hao was completely panicked. He unleashed various Imperial Clan secret techniques, transforming Holy Light into sharp swords, spears, and giant towers, all crashing toward Fang Hanyu.

Yet, like a clay ox entering the sea, they were all swallowed and decomposed by the Chaos Sword Domain!

Fang Hanyu moved with his sword, transforming into a gray streak of Chaos light. Ignoring all Holy Light Divine Abilities, he pierced directly through Bai Hao's layers of defense and appeared before his true body.

The longsword hummed softly and thrust straight out!

"No—! I am the Son of the Emperor! I..."

Bai Hao's roar came to an abrupt halt.

That strand of Chaos Sword Qi seemed to ignore all his defenses and Imperial Blood protection, tapping directly onto the center of his forehead.

The Holy Light Tiger Emperor avatar behind him let out a mournful cry and shattered with a bang.

The brilliant Holy Light surrounding Bai Hao was instantly extinguished, as if all his essence and spirit had been drained away.

His eyes grew dull, and he fell straight from the sky. With a thud, he slammed onto the arena stage, falling unconscious, his aura withered to the extreme.

An instant kill!

A clean and efficient, even crushing, instant kill!

And the one killed instantly this time was a genuine biological son of a Great Emperor!

The son of a Great Emperor! This was no ordinary Prodigy!

The entire world fell into a terrifyingly dead silence.

Even the sound of the wind blowing was clearly audible.

Everyone's eyes were wide, as if they had been petrified.

Whether it was the Current Era Demon Clan, the Ancient Demon Court, or all the Human Race spectators, including the Ancient Imperial Prince on the high platform, their expressions all changed!

Shock! Fear! Incredulity!

Numb. Everyone was truly stunned.

Sword White Robe—he hadn't just won; he had forcefully defeated a Son of the Ancient Emperor in a crushing manner!

This was no longer a question of victory or defeat; this was a battle that completely overturned their perception of Prodigies!

They could accept someone defeating a Son of the Ancient Emperor, but to kill one instantly... what kind of monster was this?

Even from within the distant Bronze Ancient City, a faint, obscure ripple emanated!

Fang Hanyu ignored the crowd's reaction, slowly sheathing his sword as the Chaos Sword Domain retracted into his body.

His gaze swept across the Ancient Demon Court's camp, lingering for a moment on the ashen-faced Ancient Imperial Prince and the two other misty figures before he walked off the stage.

"Seventh match, Current Era Demon Clan wins."

The announcement from the Demon Court Great Saint, carrying a barely perceptible tremor, broke the dead silence.

In the next moment, the Current Era Demon Clan camp erupted in earth-shattering cheers, the sound waves nearly flipping the sky!

Meanwhile, the Ancient Demon Court side was a scene of deathly gloom.

The Ancient Imperial Prince stared fixedly at Fang Hanyu on the stage, his face incredibly dark. Just who was this person?

To think such a Heaven-Defying existence existed!

Four to three!

The dead silence brought by Fang Hanyu's crushing defeat of the Holy Light Tiger Emperor's son had not yet dissipated. The frozen air seemed to have turned into heavy blocks of lead, weighing on the heart of every witness.

Breathing was choked by an invisible hand, and thoughts seemed to have stopped functioning.

In the midst of this extreme silence, the voice of the Current Era Demon Clan's Old Demon Saint boomed like thunder, filled with a triumphant vigor and even a faint tremor.

"Eighth match! Rotation starts first! Current Era Demon Clan, please send your next combatant!"

Swish!

With almost no interval, a cold figure had already condensed like a phantom, standing silently in the center of the arena.

Azure Rakshasa, Ling Xi.

Her simple long dress was untainted by a speck of dust, and her aura was restrained to the extreme, forming a sharp contrast with the surging, terrifying Demonic Qi from the Ancient Demon Court camp that threatened to overturn the heavens!

This extreme stillness instead radiated a heart-palpitating, unfathomable majesty.

A suppressed commotion stirred within the Ancient Demon Court camp. Bai Hao's crushing defeat was like an icicle piercing through their previous arrogance and fanaticism, leaving behind cold fear and incredulous bewilderment.

The Ancient Imperial Prince's face was so dark it could drip ink, and his aura fluctuated unsteadily.

This time, without waiting for the Ancient Imperial Prince to speak, another figure shrouded in nine-colored dawn light stepped forward.

Mist flowed, divine and ethereal, instantly diluting the hostility that permeated the field due to the crushing defeat, bringing a higher level of pressure.

The mist dispersed, revealing a handsome face with crystalline skin. Within his pupils, there were scenes of galaxies collapsing and the Reincarnation of all things.

He looked at Ling Xi, his gaze calm and carrying a sense of transcendence that scrutinized all things.

"This Prince, 'Tui', is the Son of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor. I hope you do not disappoint me."

The Son of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor!

The crowd below erupted in an uproar once again!

The Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor was legendary for attaining the Dao through nine transformations, each transformation being an extreme leap in life level.

His Bloodline was mysterious and unfathomable, arguably one of the top existences within the Yao Race!

Prince Tui spoke no further. Nine-colored dawn light circulated around him, and his figure became blurred.

In an instant, he seemed to transform into nine phantoms that flickered between reality and illusion, each phantom radiating a completely different aura.

Some were as scorching as the great sun, some as cold as the lunar moon, some full of vitality, and some as silent as the end of all things... nine completely different Law Domains unfolded simultaneously, weaving into a Law net that shrouded the heavens and earth, covering toward Ling Xi!

"Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations! One Thought, Myriad Laws!"

An old veteran cried out in shock. This was the supreme Divine Ability of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor, capable of manifesting myriad Laws and suppressing all Daos with infinite mystery!

However, its true terror lay in the fact that those nine seemingly separate Law phantoms were actually interconnected and would eventually return to one.

Twisting the power of nine extreme Dao Laws into a single force, it would erupt in a finishing blow capable of piercing through all Daos and destroying all Laws!

Clearly, he had learned from the lesson of the Holy Light Ancient Imperial Prince's instant defeat and gave this mysterious woman before him the highest level of respect.

His first move was his true trump card, intending to use the invincible technique of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor to settle the outcome in a single blow amidst the ever-changing Law pressure.

He aimed to completely crush Ling Xi and reclaim the Ancient Demon Court's crumbling momentum!

Facing this overwhelming, ever-changing Law Domain that hid a singular killing blow, Ling Xi's expression did not change in the slightest.

Just as she had viewed Wang Zhan's earth-shattering punch, she calmly looked over Prince Tui's nine phantoms once.

The Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor Bloodline and the Dao of Nine Transformations were indeed mysterious. Unfortunately, they possessed the form but lacked the spirit.