[Name: Qian Feng]
[Cultivation: Profound Immortal Realm Third Level]
[Physique: Thousand Blossom Spirit Body (can be greatly enhanced by Wind Flowers)]
[Comprehension: Ninth Tier (can be greatly enhanced by Life and Death Spirit Flower)]
[Special Divine Abilities: None]
[Immortal Divine Ability: Thousand Moon Sword Flow]
[Destiny Value: Fifteen (Unknown Person)]
[Warning: Current target, origin is burning!]
The preceding information was unremarkable. The cultivation, physique, and comprehension were all as expected, except for the slightly low Destiny Value.
It was primarily the warning that captured Ye Yun's attention.
Burning one's origin was equivalent to simultaneously overdrawing life and potential; it was essentially no different from suicide.
"It's just an exchange gathering, yet they resort to such suicidal attacks?"
Ye Yun found it hard to believe, but then he seemed to realize something, his gaze falling on Qian Hong in the distance.
Could it be that this fellow was behind it?
Yet, looking at the situation on the field, Qian Feng was fighting with explosive enthusiasm, not like someone who knew he was about to die.
"No... this guy, he might not know, right?"
Upon considering this possibility, Ye Yun's heart chilled. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Perhaps Qian Hong had done something to make him unknowingly enhance his combat power by burning his origin.
But the problem was, among so many people present, including himself, no one had figured out what was going on. Even stopping the match felt somewhat inappropriate.
In the end, Ye Yun could only sigh softly, casting a mournful glance at Qian Feng, who was locked in fierce combat.
"Alas, after all, his life and death have nothing to do with this seat..."
If it were someone he knew, he would have intervened to stop such a critical matter of life and death, even if it meant terminating the wager.
But towards this person who had just injured his disciple, Ye Yun felt no pity whatsoever.
As for Qian Hong opposite, he watched Qian Feng, who was burning his origin and growing stronger until he suppressed Ye Yao, with a face full of excitement.
"Hahaha, if this momentum continues, we're sure to win this time!"
Clearly, he didn't know that what Ye Yao was displaying was merely her regular combat state.
In Qian Hong's eyes, Qian Feng only needed to burn a little more of his origin to secure this victory.
Then, facing Lin Xueyan or Chen Lingyi, he could use the same method to easily claim first place in this exchange gathering!
As for Qian Feng's origin being severely damaged? Heh, on the way back, perhaps he would die in an ambush by some mysterious person?
A genius, no matter how much benefit he brought to Qian Xun Mountain, was not as important as him obtaining a supreme-grade immortal artifact!
"Qian Feng, oh Qian Feng, you mustn't disappoint this seat!"
In fact, Qian Feng himself seemed stunned by the surging power within him.
He hadn't noticed his origin burning rapidly within him. Instead, he was invigorated by this sudden influx of power.
"Hahaha! I truly have infinite potential!"
Qian Feng suppressed Ye Yao, launching a barrage of thunderous attacks while laughing wildly and maniacally.
"I really have to thank you for awakening my thousand miles. As a reward, I will definitely cherish you well later!"
With his current immense power, he no longer worried about Ye Yao being able to make any comeback.
For instance, with a single sword strike, the surging power directly sent Ye Yao, who was fully resisting, flying over a hundred meters away, landing in a rather disheveled manner.
The spectators in the stands shook their heads. Although they couldn't figure out how Qian Feng was getting stronger,
it seemed that Ye Yao was undoubtedly going to lose if this continued.
On the battlefield, Qian Feng tilted his head and laughed wildly.
"What's wrong, little sister? Weren't you quite capable at the beginning? And now you're being suppressed by me!"
On the ground, Ye Yao looked up at him.
It seemed she realized that relying solely on these newly learned combat techniques wouldn't be enough to deal with the abnormal Qian Feng.
"My apologies, master. I'll have to trouble you a bit more..."
Ye Yao sighed inwardly and then put away her two daggers.
Seeing this, Qian Feng continued to sneer.
"Putting away your weapons at this time? Trying to surrender? It won't be that easy!"
Before he finished speaking, he surged towards Ye Yao again, this time with even greater speed, like a fleeting shadow streaking towards her.
It was evident that he intended to prevent Ye Yao from speaking, but in reality, Ye Yao had no such intention.
Looking at the approaching Qian Feng, Ye Yao's expression turned cold. She directly raised her hand towards him, faint wisps of black mist appearing on her arm.
"Black Soul Blade!"
Ye Yao shouted coldly.
Instantly, three to five slender blades, like pieces of black cloth, materialized in front of her and shot towards Qian Feng.
Ye Yun, watching from afar, immediately recognized this as the technique Xing Wu had used at the Four Sects Grand Assembly.
"So... this is the ability of the Abyss race..."
Ye Yun mused thoughtfully.
Qian Feng, however, was startled by this sudden attack.
"What the hell is this?!"
The five approaching slender blades spread with astonishing speed, forcing Qian Feng to dodge repeatedly.
His face changed slightly, but what shocked him the most was what happened next...
After seizing this moment, Ye Yao was engulfed by surging black energy that rapidly spread across the entire battlefield.
"This is..."
At this moment, all eyes in the ancient arena seemed to be frozen on the battlefield.
Ye Yao spread her hands, her eyes showing black patterns, and her long hair billowed with the swirling wind behind her.
She then looked forward and grunted again.
"Abyss Domain!"
As her voice fell, the black energy that covered the battlefield swirled up, forming a black vortex that enveloped the entire arena.
Darkness, cold, and storm descended simultaneously.
At this moment, the battlefield seemed to have transformed into a nine-layered hell, and the aura it exuded sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
Coupled with the oppressive feeling of the domain itself, Qian Feng, who was dodging in mid-air, became sluggish as if he had fallen into a swamp.
"How is this possible?!"
Caught off guard, Qian Feng was directly knocked to the ground by one of the black cloth blades.
But he forgot the pain, looking at Ye Yao with a sense of dread.
"Domain skill? How could you possibly have a domain skill?!"
Ye Yao stood at the center of the domain, like a night princess ascending her throne, noble and elegant.
And on the ground covered by the domain around her, hundreds of the black cloth blades that had injured Qian Feng had already spread out.
They hovered around Ye Yao like floating willow catkins, capable of killing Qian Feng dozens of times over, exuding an oppressive aura.
At this moment, not only Qian Feng was stunned.
Tens of thousands of spectators in the stands all stood up in unison, looking at the scene on the field in disbelief.
While some were indeed shocked by the domain skill, the reason the powerful individuals were startled was the power Ye Yao was wielding.
"Abyssal power?! This girl, is she from that side!"