Chapter 710: Recognizing the Warning (4/10, Autumn Subscription)

Someone cried out in shock, someone was stunned, someone was furious, and someone was bewildered.

Clearly, the Phoenix Organization, though hidden in Chunuan City for years, had not completely avoided leaving traces.

Some merely dared not speak of the Phoenix Organization, yet deep down, all had at least some suspicions.

Now that Fang Yue had mentioned it, the scene instantly erupted into chaos, with voices of every kind.

At that moment, Tai Yuema let out a thunderous roar, drowning out every other voice.

"You slander with lies! What Rabbit Seat? I know nothing of it—don't try such crude psychological tricks; let our weapons settle this!"

As his words ended, Tai Yuema leapt from the platform pillar toward Fang Yue.

Like a mountain-splitting slash, he brought his sword down upon Fang Yue.

Before the blade even reached, the violent inner qi wave shook the surrounding frost into a chorus of crackling sounds, revealing dense networks of cracks.

At that instant, Fang Yue drew his blade.

Clang!!

Ice Blade met iron sword in a violent collision.

As Tai Yuema's form halted, he immediately felt his inner qi flow slow, as if chilled, growing sluggish.

Even the sensation in his right hand was dulling—the thick, biting cold radiating from Fang Yue's blade swept over him; merely holding this stalemate for a moment, he realized he was already at a disadvantage!

With a slight change in expression, Tai Yuema leapt backward, creating distance.

Fang Yue made no move to attack, standing still and watching him coldly.

The blade formed by the Condensed Ring is determined by the nature of one's inner qi.

When Fang Yue still used Fire Heart Method, the Condensed Ring produced Fire Blade.

When Fang Yue used Night Attribute Heart Method, the Condensed Ring produced Black Blade.

Now, the blade formed by Fang Yue's Condensed Ring was Ice Blade!

Beneath the night sky, amid the firelight, Ice Blade resembled pure flowing water, frozen into ice, radiating thick, visible cold mist.

Merely holding Ice Blade in his hand, Fang Yue caused the surrounding temperature to plummet again!

The crowd, who had already retreated, instinctively pulled farther away; only those with considerable strength remained rooted in place, close enough to observe the battle between the two Grade-Nine experts.

Many had not clearly seen the previous exchange—it had happened too fast.

Both men on the platform were masters; their combat was swift and fierce, leaving observers unable to react.

The most direct impression was that Tai Yuema leapt from the platform, swung his sword downward, was blocked, then did not press forward—instead, he was driven back by Fang Yue.

Looking at it this way, was Tai Yuema falling into the inferior position?!

The crowd exchanged glances, stunned.

As for Fang Yue's earlier shout about Rabbit Seat, it was now entirely ignored.

The battle of the masters had seized everyone's full attention.

"That blade of yours—it's not from this ring… How could it be? This should be something from the Extreme Ice Sect!"

Surprisingly, Tai Yuema recognized the object in Fang Yue's hand.

Eyes half-lidded, Fang Yue asked: "You know what it is?"

Tai Yuema sneered: "This artifact in your hands is a waste of heaven's gift! Give it to me—I'll spare your life!"

Spare my life?

Fang Yue's surrounding cold qi erupted violently; with a single step, he closed the distance to Tai Yuema's face.

Tai Yuema clearly tried to retreat, but the freezing current had already coated his body in a thin layer of frost, slowing his movements beyond recovery.

By the time he reacted and shifted into a blocking stance, Ice Blade had already slashed toward his face.

Clang!!

Ice Blade struck iron sword again.

But Fang Yue raised an eyebrow.

"Quick reaction! Too bad—you must give up something today, or you won't leave this platform alive!"

Just now, Fang Yue had let Ice Blade turn ethereal, aiming to pierce straight through the iron sword and strike Tai Yuema's body.

Yet the man, seemingly familiar with the Condensed Ring, instantly synchronized his inner qi in resonance, perfectly defending against the strike!

"Arrogant! Do you think you can kill me?!"

Though he spoke thus, Tai Yuema kicked Fang Yue hard in the chest, sending him flying backward, then landed in a guarded stance, watching Fang Yue without daring to move.

He clearly sensed the gap in strength between himself and Fang Yue.

It was an unmistakable feedback.

Tai Yuema had given his all, yet in those few brief exchanges, he had been consistently on the defensive, completely dominated by Fang Yue!

This meant that right now, he was likely weaker than Fang Yue!

"This guy!"

Tai Yuema's face darkened; as his inner qi flowed, the long sword in his hand slowly shimmered with purple smoke.

Purple patterns surfaced on the blade's surface, forming orderly, complete tiny holes.

Accompanied by a sound like a pressurized pot boiling over, purple smoke surged violently, engulfing Tai Yuema's figure in a haze of violet mist.

"There it is! Tai Yuema's Purple Smoke Divine Art!"

"Purple Smoke Sword! Purple Smoke Mental Method! Purple Smoke Sword Technique! Master Tai is finally serious!"

"Yese Liming is finished! No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly match Master Tai!"

As soon as the purple smoke appeared, the crowd erupted in excitement—even Luo Yijie's eyes flickered with wariness.

"Purple smoke is poisonous! Everyone retreat a hundred meters!"

A thunderous shout came from within the purple smoke—Tai Yuema's warning won the crowd's approval, and they began cheering wildly for him.

At this moment, purple smoke had already engulfed the entire arena, seeping everywhere, impossible to avoid.

Within the thick purple smoke, a white figure could clearly be seen darting rapidly through the mist, accompanied by frequent, violent collisions.

Clearly, the two were locked in fierce combat within the purple smoke!

Yet those outside could not see the course of the battle.

This left many hearts filled with regret and anxiety, unsure of what was happening inside.

"Rabbit Seat! Why is Captain Wu here?! Where have you hidden An Dong'er?! Speak now, right here—or I'll take your filthy life!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from within the purple smoke, followed by a violent surge of frosty air bursting outward from the arena.

Those struck by the frosty air saw ice instantly form on their faces, their bodies stiffening, their thoughts slowing as if dragged through mud.

This was no ordinary cold current—it was something akin to a cursed effect!

And this was merely the outer spectators, caught in the residual waves—its power was already this terrifying!

What then of Lord Tai Yuema upon the stage…?

As the crowd pondered this, the purple smoke on the stage began to recede like a retreating tide.

The poisonous purple smoke thinned rapidly, revealing faint glimpses of the stage's condition.

Yet at just one glance, everyone screamed aloud; some even clapped hands over their mouths, unable to believe what they saw.

"How is this possible?!"

"How could this happen!"

"Lord Tai! Lord Tai!!"

(End of Chapter)