"Shattering Yuan Five Peaks!"
As Gong Junfeng's voice fell, the spiritual energy within him surged, instantly transforming into a colossal mountain that blotted out the sky, descending upon Li Xuan.
Li Xuan's expression turned serious. He rapidly formed hand seals, and his immense spiritual energy shot upwards, piercing through the dense clouds like a radiant beam.
With a thought, Li Xuan pointed a finger at the descending mountain.
"One Art to Suppress Heaven!"
The golden pillar and the mountain collided with earth-shattering force, sending shockwaves rippling outwards. Fortunately, the pre-existing stabilizing force absorbed these waves as they reached the edge of the arena.
"It seems I underestimated you!"
Seeing Li Xuan nullify his attack, Gong Junfeng's demeanor grew grave. He then summoned a long spear into his hand.
The spear was a gleaming silver-white, its tip glinting with a sharp, cold light. As the spear materialized, a mere gentle sweep through the air caused space to ripple like water, collapsing inwards.
"A Spirit Treasure of no fixed level..." Li Xuan's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected Gong Junfeng to possess such a powerful artifact. However, recalling the Exquisite Pagoda in Di Kaiting's possession earlier, Li Xuan felt a sense of understanding.
That pagoda's level was likely comparable to a Spirit Treasure of no fixed level. The difference in their offensive capabilities naturally resulted in different levels of power.
"Li Xuan, you can make me reveal the Ice Soul Silver Spear, and that is enough to make you proud!"
Grasping the Ice Soul Silver Spear, Gong Junfeng's aura intensified. Clearly, empowered by the Spirit Treasure of no fixed level, his current strength far surpassed his previous state.
"Receive my spear!"
With that, Gong Junfeng thrust his spear into the void. Li Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, his reflection in his eyes catching a piercing glint of cold light. Gong Junfeng's spear moved as if through a sea of blossoms, untouched by dust. In an instant, it was before Li Xuan.
Li Xuan immediately channeled his spiritual energy, activating his physical defenses to their maximum. Furthermore, he erected spiritual energy barriers.
He dared not show any complacency in the face of a Spirit Treasure of no fixed level.
*Crack!*
The Ice Soul Silver Spear, like a dragon emerging from its lair, struck Li Xuan's spiritual energy barrier. Within mere moments, Li Xuan heard a crisp sound from his barrier. It was evident that the barrier alone could not withstand the power of the Spirit Treasure of no fixed level.
"Overlord Fist Unrivaled!"
Li Xuan roared. Facing Gong Junfeng's spear, he refused to test the limits of his physical defense. He unleashed a full-powered punch, its terrifying force colliding directly with the spearhead.
*Boom!*
A punch against a spear, two immense streams of spiritual light locked in opposition. At this moment, Li Xuan and Gong Junfeng's gazes met once more.
However, after a brief glance, a flicker of unease surfaced in Li Xuan's heart. He noticed a mocking curve at the corner of Gong Junfeng's lips.
"I must admit, your physical defense is incredibly strong. But you fail to grasp the reason behind my Ice Soul Silver Spear's name. Do you feel a chill now?"
Just as Li Xuan's unease grew, Gong Junfeng's voice reached his ears. Li Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he instantly focused on the tip of the Ice Soul Silver Spear.
Indeed!
The cold glint at the spear's tip was now exceptionally brilliant. As Li Xuan looked, a chill had already infiltrated his body.
Feeling this, Li Xuan inwardly cursed his misfortune.
These Spirit Treasures of no fixed level possessed unique attributes, and higher levels meant stronger attributes. Their names were naturally derived from these very properties.
Now, having come into contact with the Ice Soul Silver Spear, he was being corroded by its attribute. With this realization, Li Xuan's thoughts raced, and he immediately shot backwards.
Seeing Li Xuan's action, the mocking curve on Gong Junfeng's lips widened. He made no move to pursue Li Xuan but instead held the Ice Soul Silver Spear, his gaze chillingly fixed on Li Xuan.
"This chill will freeze the circulation in your divine mansion and dantian, gradually draining your spiritual energy. Moreover, the faster you circulate your energy, the faster the freezing process will be. Are you already starting to feel the strain?" Gong Junfeng's voice echoed again.
Li Xuan's brow furrowed even tighter. After an internal scan, he found his body's condition to be exactly as Gong Junfeng described.
Furthermore, the moment he retreated, the chill had reached his dantian, causing its circulation speed to halve.
Seeing Li Xuan's grim expression, Gong Junfeng's face flashed with triumph. He spoke slowly, "Surrender. The longer you resist, the deeper you will be frozen. In the end, you will be completely encased in ice from the inside out. You have no chance now."
Li Xuan remained silent, frost already beginning to appear on his body.
"Give up. Otherwise, once you're turned into an ice sculpture, no one can save you!"
Seeing Li Xuan's continued defiance, Gong Junfeng's expression grew somewhat strained. After all, Li Xuan was a disciple of Peak Master Luo Kang of the Seventh Peak. Any mishap would likely bring him severe repercussions.
"I, Li Xuan, will not surrender until the very last moment!" Li Xuan gritted his teeth and said with great difficulty.
At this moment, the chill within Li Xuan had erupted completely, freezing even the last vestiges of his spiritual energy.
Li Xuan clearly felt his body becoming immobile. He could also sense the chill rapidly spreading towards his head.
"Li Xuan, you no longer possess the strength to continue fighting. Do you choose to forfeit?" Duan Ya Zi, having noticed Li Xuan's state, was compelled to ask as Li Xuan teetered on the brink of complete freezing.
"Surrender... Should I surrender?" Li Xuan's consciousness was beginning to fade. As Duan Ya Zi's voice reached him, Li Xuan mumbled.
"No!"
"Even if I die, I, Li Xuan, will not surrender!"
A powerful will, seemingly from nowhere, instantly restored clarity to Li Xuan's fading consciousness.
When Duan Ya Zi heard Li Xuan's reply, he was momentarily stunned. He glanced at the eighth pillar of light in the sky, where Luo Kang resided, shook his head slightly, and resumed his seated position.
*Ding.*
Simultaneously, Li Xuan's entire body was instantly covered in a layer of frost. Seeing this, He Xidong, watching from below, hastily stood up, a clear trace of worry in his eyes.
"Elder Duan, this battle can conclude now." On the arena, Gong Junfeng, observing the frost on Li Xuan rapidly solidifying into ice, turned to Duan Ya Zi.
"This..." Duan Ya Zi heard him and then nodded helplessly. Li Xuan indeed no longer had the strength to fight, and his life might even be in danger. Announcing the end at this moment might still save Li Xuan's life.
Moreover, the frost on Li Xuan had already transformed into ice, forming a human-shaped ice sculpture.
With this thought, Duan Ya Zi spoke, "Fifth Arena match, the victor is..."
*Crack!*
Just as Duan Ya Zi was about to announce the victor, a crisp sound suddenly echoed. Duan Ya Zi looked towards Li Xuan's location.
He saw a crack abruptly appear on Li Xuan's icy exterior, which then spread rapidly like a spiderweb.
"How is this possible!"
Gong Junfeng's face contorted in shock. Li Xuan was unable to wield even a sliver of spiritual energy; how could the ice layer have fractured?
At the same time, as the ice on Li Xuan's body completely cracked, a sharp sword qi erupted outwards.
"This sword qi is so powerful!"
Duan Ya Zi sensed it and his expression turned serious. In Li Xuan's slightly clouded eyes, a sharp glint now flickered.
"Damn it! Could it be that Li Xuan can break the attributes of my Ice Soul Silver Spear!"
As this sword qi radiated from Li Xuan's position, Gong Junfeng dared not make any further moves. The Ice Soul Silver Spear in his hand trembled the moment this sword qi appeared.
A sword qi that could instill such fear in a Spirit Treasure of no fixed level, Gong Junfeng certainly didn't dare to act.
*Crack!!*
As more cracks appeared, the sound of breaking ice grew louder. With each piece of ice that shattered, Gong Junfeng's expression grew more somber.
*Boom!*
As the cracks multiplied, the faint sword qi intensified. Then, a golden light erupted from the gaps in the ice. With a resounding boom, the ice layer shattered and disintegrated. The blinding golden light forced Gong Junfeng to close his eyes.
*Ching!*
Following a sword's hum, a kingly aura permeated the heavens and earth. The gentle breeze seemed to still. Everyone present turned their gazes towards the golden light, shock etched on every face.
After the sword's hum, the arena beneath Gong Junfeng and Li Xuan began to tremble. A sharp, killing aura radiated outwards in all directions.
In a mere moment, Gong Junfeng was unable to evade and was struck by this sudden sword qi, sent flying backward heavily. A wound, deep enough to reveal bone, opened on his chest, spurting blood.
Seeing this, Duan Ya Zi waved his hand, and immense spiritual energy transformed into a colossal net, descending swiftly upon Li Xuan.
*Bang!*
Duan Ya Zi's face changed, and he let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood. However, he paid no heed to his internal injuries, his face filled with profound astonishment.
Clearly, he hadn't expected that even with his strength, he couldn't suppress the sword qi emanating from Li Xuan.
As the sword qi within Li Xuan grew more potent, a beam of spiritual light shot down from the pillar of light in the sky. After more than ten breaths of suppression, the sword qi within Li Xuan finally subsided.
At this moment, Li Xuan's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.