Chapter 664: Betting One's Life!

When Chi Tian Yi Lang's figure exploded onto the arena, that aura flared as violently as a barrel of ignited gunpowder.

His beard and hair fluttered in the air, the blood vessels in his eyes seemed about to spill out, and his whole face twisted to the extreme.

He could no longer mind any rules.

Zhongcun is dead; in the team he brought to Tianzhou, Zhongcun's strength was not the strongest, but his status was the highest.

Shinto Munenryu. One of the most central schools of martial arts in the Ying Kingdom, with thousands of disciples spread throughout the entire Ying Kingdom martial world.

That Old Ryūshu Zhongcun Jiben, at Half-step Wu Zun Cultivation, the contemporary Sword Saint of the Ying Kingdom, is one of the universally acknowledged strongest in the entire Ying Kingdom martial world.

In his presence, Chi Tian Yi Lang is nothing more than a junior.

And Zhongcun is the Old Ryūshu's most beloved grandson, cultivated from childhood as the Heir.

Today Zhongcun died, dying in Tianzhou, dying under Chi Tian Yi Lang's command.

How will he report back?

Who can bear the Old Ryūshu's anger?

"I killed you!"

Chi Tian Yi Lang's roar exploded across the Training Ground, carrying a near‑mad murderous intent.

His figure left a black afterimage in the air, moving so fast the naked eye could barely track it; that palm gathered the entirety of his Heavenly Person Peak power, dark‑gray true Qi roiling in his palm, bearing a momentum that seemed ready to crush the arena.

Qiao Zhenyu's pupils snapped shut; he had been on guard against Chi Tian Yi Lang, but that palm came too fast!

Fueled by anger, his strike speed was over thirty percent faster than usual; by the time Qiao Zhenyu reacted, Chi Tian Yi Lang's figure had already crossed half the arena, pressing toward Lu Zhanlian.

"Careful!!"

Qiao Zhenyu shouted loudly, his body springing forward, charging toward the arena.

But his speed was still a fraction slower; Chi Tian Yi Lang's palm wind had already neared Lu Zhanlian's face.

Lu Zhanlian stood there, watching the black silhouette wrapped in overwhelming murderous intent press toward him.

His body still ached, those injuries still bleeding, the stamina he had just broken through had not fully recovered.

Yet his facial expression held no fear, his gaze calm as a deep pool, even a faint, cold curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Well timed."

His voice was soft, yet carried a composure as if he had finally been waiting for this moment.

"My final strike just now hasn't been released yet. I'll use you to perform the sacrificial blade."

He raised his hand, grasping the white light in his palm that embodied the will of the Sha Po Lang Thirteen Swords, his body instantly tensing again, like a bowstring pulled to the limit.

That intangible blade trembled in his palm, emitting a low, lingering hum, like a pack of wolves howling at the sky on a full‑moon night.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

At that moment, his pupils seemed to hold a silver‑white giant wolf roaring under the moon.

The air over the entire arena solidified in that instant, as if an immensely heavy weight descended from the sky, crushing every sound, every ray of light, every breath.

"Sha Po Lang Thirteen Form!"

His voice was deep and distant, like wind heard from far away.

"Heavenly Wolf Extinction!"

The moment the words fell, a silver‑white blade aura burst from Lu Zhanlian's palm.

It was not ordinary blade aura, not light condensed from true Qi, but something deeper!

It was the embodiment of the Sha Po Lang destiny force, the sliver of Heavenly Mechanism that Lu Zhanlian had spent a lifetime striving to grasp.

At the instant the blade aura exploded, it split into countless fine silver streams, weaving above the arena to form a silver‑white giant wolf silhouette howling skyward.

The giant wolf's eyes opened in the void, its pupils two burning silver flames; it opened its maw, emitting a silent roar that made every soul present shiver.

That roar pierced the entire Training Ground, piercing every person's chest and heart.

Chi Tian Yi Lang's figure paused for a heartbeat.

He was enveloped by the silver blade aura, stared down by the giant wolf illusion, feeling an unprecedented pressure pressing from all directions.

He let out a roar, his fingers flicking rapidly before him, a cascade of complex runes flashing from his fingertips, those runes emitting dark black light, coalescing ahead of him into an extremely thick barrier.

"Heavenly Absolute Seal Method! Block for me!"

That terrifying, gloomy force surged from his body, colliding with the silver giant wolf illusion.

At the instant the two forces met, the sky above the Training Ground erupted in a blinding mixture of white and black light, a massive clang like a shattered great bell shaking everyone to cover their ears.

The warriors and soldiers on the Stand were tossed by the shockwave, some falling to the ground, some forced to shut their eyes.

Qiao Zhenyu's body was briefly halted mid‑air by the shockwave, his movement lagging a beat; by the time he landed, the two on the arena had already settled the outcome.

The dust cleared. Lu Zhanlian stepped back several times, each step leaving a deep imprint on the Green Stone Slab; on the final step his heel touched the arena's edge, half a foot hanging over the outside.

A strand of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently; the silver blade light had dimmed by more than half, yet his hand still gripped tightly.

And Chi Tian Yi Lang remained steadily where he stood.

His black kimono was sliced by the blade aura in several places, revealing pale skin beneath, but the cuts were shallow, as if something sharp had brushed without force.

His aura remained deep and steady, his expression gloomily extreme, those fierce eyes fixed on Lu Zhanlian as if to carve the old man's visage into bone.

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, bearing a restraint that suppressed raging fury while still holding onto the last thread of reason.

"What a move, Sha Po Lang. A mere Heavenly Person Initial Stage, yet it can stubbornly resist my Heavenly Absolute Seal Method."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lu Zhanlian, watching the blood‑soaked yet upright figure, his voice growing even more somber.

"You, Lu Zhanlian, well done."

When he finished those two words, his tone held no praise, only a chilling coldness that made the spine tingle.

And in that interval, a figure had already settled firmly before Lu Zhanlian.

Qiao Zhenyu stood between Lu Zhanlian and Chi Tian Yi Lang, his body upright, his gaze like torches.

His aura fully unfolded in that instant, the power of the Heavenly Human Realm Mid Stage surging from him like an invisible wall, blocking all of Chi Tian Yi Lang's energy outside.

"Chi Tian Yi Lang, your opponent is me."

"Chi Tian Yi Lang looked at Qiao Zhenyu's face blocking in front of him, then glanced at the blood‑soaked yet still standing Lu Zhanlian behind him, Mouth corner twitched slightly, but ultimately did not flare up."

"He slowly withdrew the true qi gathered in his palm, stepped back half a step, Standing at the Edge of the Arena, his gaze swept back and forth between Qiao Zhenyu and Lu Zhanlian."

"General Qiao, this battle the Ying Kingdom suffered Defeat... but between you and me, we can still fight again."

"If I Victory, I will take Lu Zhanlian's life! Will you agree?"