234: Chapter 233 Xia Jin's Killer Move, Shi Chu Defeated!

This was the only thought remaining in Young Master's mind.

However, Xia Jin did not give him any more time to think.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The palm that had caught the blade suddenly exerted force—

" Buzz！！！"

A terrifying power erupted from Xia Jin's palm. Young Master felt an irresistible, immense force sweep along the blade, numbing the web between his thumb and forefinger and causing his entire right arm to tremble.

The Yellow Crystal blade in his hand actually began to show fine cracks along its body.

Young Master's expression changed drastically; he hurriedly released the hilt and retreated violently.

But Xia Jin's speed was even faster.

The moment he released the blade, Xia Jin had already closed in on him.

That tall, straight figure was like a moving mountain, carrying an unstoppable Aura as he instantly approached Young Master.

There were no fancy Moves.

There was no flashy spiritual light.

Xia Jin simply raised both his fists.

Then, the first punch slammed into Young Master's chest.

A visible ripple of shockwave exploded across the Yellow Crystal armor. Young Master was staggered back a step, but the Yellow Crystal armor only developed a few fine cracks and did not shatter.

" Bang！ Bang！ Bang！！ "

The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch...

Xia Jin's fists were like a torrential downpour, striking Young Master's Yellow Crystal armor one after another with brutal force.

Ten punches.

A full ten punches landed.

Although the Yellow Crystal armor on Young Master was covered in dense cracks, it still did not shatter.

His actual body, protected by the armor, had only suffered some slight shock, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

That was all.

" ha…… ha ha……"

Young Master staggered to steady himself, raised his head, and looked at Xia Jin. Within those two balls of golden flames, a frantic sense of triumph reignited.

"Although you are very strong... you still cannot kill me."

"Under my Yellow Crystal form, my defense is invincible. Your fists... are indeed heavy. But that is all."

The corners of his mouth curled into a chilling arc.

"For attacks of this level, even if this Young Lord stood still and let you hit me for a day and a night, you still wouldn't be able to do anything to me."

"I didn't expect your turtle shell to be so hard. But it seems you thought wrong. Just because one cannot break this turtle shell from the outside, doesn't mean it cannot be dismantled from the inside!!" Xia Jin walked towards Young Master with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean by that!?" Young Master's nerves tightened instantly, and he watched Xia Jin walking toward him with vigilance.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat and put some distance between them, but an inexplicable sense of oppression permeated from Xia Jin, actually giving him the illusion that he was unable to Move.

Xia Jin walked up to him.

Close at hand.

Then, he raised his right hand.

That palm, which had just caught the Yellow Crystal blade barehanded and thrown over a dozen heavy punches, now became exceptionally gentle.

His five fingers spread open, palm facing downward.

Gently, it landed on top of Young Master's head.

Young Master was stunned.

He did not understand what Xia Jin was doing.

This palm strike had no power, no spiritual light, and not even any temperature.

But at the next moment, deep within Xia Jin's Sea of Consciousness, the donghuang bell, which had already been repaired by three-fifths, suddenly shook.

A strange ripple passed directly through Xia Jin's hand, through the opponent's Yellow Crystal armor, through flesh and bone, and through all of Young Master's defenses, reaching straight into the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

"Click."

A cracking sound, which only Young Master could hear, echoed in his Sea of Consciousness.

Under the impact of this ripple, his Divine Soul shattered inch by inch, just like glass.

Then, the Yellow Crystal armor on his body began to peel off.

Piece after piece of yellow crystal fell from the surface of his body, losing their luster and turning into dull, colorless gravel, clattering onto the ground.

Young Master's body was revealed once again.

His withered flesh did not regain its fullness.

Within his sunken eye sockets, those two balls of golden flames were extinguished.

His gaze became unfocused.

He lost all vitality.

Young Master was dead, having died so quietly and without a sound.

At this moment, the entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the corpse lying on the arena, their minds blank.

What had happened?

No one had seen clearly.

No one understood.

Without even feeling a trace of spiritual light fluctuation, Young Master had just... died?

On the side of the arena.

Elder Wuhuan's smile froze on his face.

"No..."

"Impossible..."

The black-armored old woman beside him was equally stunned.

Her wrinkled old face had now drained of all color, becoming as pale as paper.

"Young Lord... is dead?"

Elder Wuhuan finally found his voice, but it had changed pitch, carrying a tremble that was nearly on the verge of collapse.

He turned his head abruptly to look at the old woman beside him, as if seeking a negative answer.

But the old woman just stared blankly at the corpse on the arena, her lips moving a few times, and in the end, she only spat out two words:

"...Dead."

Elder Wuhuan's knees went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

In his mind, only two thoughts remained.

The Young Lord is dead.

They... are also finished.

On the remaining five arenas, those few Prodigies of the alien races.

At this moment, their reactions were even worse than the two Elders.

"Young... Young Lord..."

"It's over... it's all over..."

The way they looked at Xia Jin was no longer the wariness from before.

It was fear.

Fear that pierced to the bone.

On the arena.

Xia Jin withdrew his palm and let it hang by his side.

He looked down at Young Master's corpse at his feet, a trace of mockery appearing in his eyes.

Then, he raised his head.

His gaze crossed over the corpse and landed on those few alien Prodigies.

"You few, if you surrender now, you can still save your lives."

"Otherwise... if you fall into this Prince's hands..."

"You will die."

Simple, few words.

No threats, no intimidation, not even an emphasis in tone.

But it was precisely these light words that caused the string in the deepest part of the hearts of the remaining alien Prodigies present to—

With a "snap," break.

It broke.

Surrender?

These two words falling into Elder Wuhuan's ears were like a red-hot iron needle, fiercely piercing into his chest.

He raised his head abruptly, and all the terror on that old face turned into ferocity in this instant.

"Surrender!? Impossible!!! Our Stone Race Yellow Crystal Lineage has only ever had death in battle; there is no option to surrender!!!"

The black-armored old woman beside him did not reply; she opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she only let out a heavy sigh and slowly lowered her head.

As for those few alien Prodigies still standing at the edge of the arena, they were in a different situation.

They heard Elder Wuhuan's roar, but no one dared to respond.

Five people, looking at each other.

No one spoke, but their eyes had already conveyed too much.

Hesitation.

Yes, hesitation.

Unprecedented hesitation.

Their Young Lord, the direct Bloodline of the Stone Race Yellow Crystal Lineage, was already dead.

He died so quietly under the palm of that Human Race youth.

If even the Young Lord was vulnerable before that person, were they going up... to throw their lives away?

"How about... we surrender?"

One of them moved his lips, saying these four words in an extremely low voice.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he shuddered himself, subconsciously glancing in the direction of Elder Wuhuan.

Elder Wuhuan's gaze, which looked like it wanted to eat people, was staring fixedly at them.

The alien Prodigy who had spoken let out a dry gulp in his throat and hurriedly shut his mouth.

But once the thought of surrendering was born, it grew wildly like weeds, and could no longer be suppressed.

If they didn't surrender, they would have to go onto the arena.

Once on the arena, it was highly likely they would encounter that person.

Encountering that person...

They secretly glanced at the figure standing with hands behind his back on the arena, their hearts shrinking in unison.

Even the Young Lord was dead.

Could they come down alive?

Even if they luckily won the first match, what about later? The second match? The third match?

As long as that person was still on the arena, they had no chance of winning.

None at all.

The five of them had faces turning pale and green, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads layer after layer.

If they surrendered, after returning, Elder Wuhuan would not let them go, and the rules of the clan would not let them go even more.

If they didn't surrender and went onto the arena...

They might really lose their lives here.

A dilemma.

A dead end.