After witnessing Lü Bu remain on the stage even after a hard-fought victory—choosing to battle yet another opponent, this time a True Spirit Realm cultivator of the seventh tier, while he himself was only at Body Refining Fifth Transformation, Fifth Tier—no one could deny that such a feat was bordering on defiance of the heavens. He had crossed two entire tiers and still emerged victorious. This was a feat that easily placed him among monstrous-level prodigies, on par with the time when Yi Tianxing fought and defeated over a dozen True Spirit Realm elites alone.
To defeat someone one tier higher marks a genius.
To win against someone two tiers higher marks a monster.
But no one could deny the truth: crossing two tiers was no small matter. Lü Bu had succeeded only because he had suddenly erupted with a heaven-defying divine ability and because his cultivation path focused on body refining. His combat strength could no longer be measured by conventional standards.
Still, a fifth-tier vs. a seventh-tier—once the latter got serious—would be an uphill battle. Nearly impossible.
And that was exactly what this new Eternal Night prodigy was banking on. He challenged Lü Bu without hesitation, hoping to kill him and restore the Eternal Night side's morale, especially after the crushing defeat moments ago.
This newcomer wore a dark cloak that concealed his face, standing in a corner with such subtlety that one would instinctively overlook him entirely. His presence was like a shadow, invisible even when standing right in front of you. An extremely dangerous assassin—that much was clear.
"If you want Lü Bu's head, then let's see if you've got what it takes!"Lü Bu's eyes were wild with arrogance as he shouted, "Come fight!!"
"The one who will kill you—Xuye of the Void Spirit Clan, from the Eternal Night World."
A cold voice echoed.
Then—he vanished.
Just like that. Without a sound. Disappeared into thin air.
The Void Spirit Clan was one of the most terrifying assassin races in the Eternal Night World. The probability of producing top-tier assassins in their ranks was exponentially higher than in any other race.
Their ability to hide was so powerful that even opponents a realm or two higher often couldn't detect them. It was said that dueling on the arena actually handicapped them. They were most dangerous when assassinating without warning.
Still, Xuye's threat level remained terrifying. A seventh-tier assassin, facing off against a fifth-tier brute force warrior, and doing it through assassination—every moment became a deadly gamble.
Word had it that in just a few days, on the battlefield of the Gods and Demons, countless Eternal powerhouses had been mysteriously assassinated in War Cities. Clearly, this was the handiwork of Eternal Night's killers.
"This looks bad… Fighting an assassin on the arena stage, where you can't let your guard down for even a second… The pressure is immense."
"If Lü Bu doesn't have some hidden card, I don't see how he survives."
Many of the Heaven's Chosen murmured silently, clearly nervous but glued to the battle. Lü Bu's earlier performance had been too dazzling to ignore.
As a body refiner, who knew what terrifying techniques he might have in store? His sheer blood energy alone could shatter divine abilities—his flesh might break spells before they even landed.
And Lü Bu could clearly feel Xuye's presence hiding in the void. The pressure was real—like a blade pressed against his spine. Xuye was nowhere to be seen, yet everywhere at once.
"Ghost-God Seven Styles — Blood Prison Fire Lotus!!"
Lü Bu bellowed.
In that instant, his blood energy exploded from his body—golden and blazing like the sun—filling the sky. The blood tide surged into his Fangtian Halberd, which began to tremble with power.
BOOM!
Lü Bu stabbed his halberd into the arena. Blood light spread across the entire battlefield. The void turned into a sea of corpses and blood. Countless golden Fangtian Halberds materialized, forming a massive fire lotus, spinning and expanding relentlessly.
This Fire Lotus would cut, shred, and destroy anything in its path. Once it engulfed the entire arena, even an assassin hidden in the void couldn't escape—Xuye would be forced out or directly destroyed.
A full-range, indiscriminate strike—Attack was his best defense.
Lü Bu stood in the heart of the fire lotus, impervious to attacks unless the fire lotus was broken first.
Whoosh!!
Suddenly, a pitch-black sword pierced down from above, aiming for Lü Bu's skull.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword met the spinning fire lotus. It clashed with countless halberds, slicing through some of them, trying to reach Lü Bu. The assassin's sword was sharp, fast as lightning, and it carried lethal intent.
One hit could mean death.
"Wushuang (Peerless)!!"
Lü Bu roared again.
His blood energy exploded anew, rising a hundredfold in a heartbeat, crossing over the massive chasm between power levels. The Blood Prison Fire Lotuserupted, gold flames rising to consume the sky. The entire arena was swallowed.
Xuye was caught within.
And in the next moment—his body was shredded. Pulverized by the raging fire lotus.
SWISH!!
But even as his body was destroyed, a moment later, outside the arena, Xuye's form reappeared, rage flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't died.
No—he had died, but used a life-saving treasure that substituted his death with an object and teleported him out.
But leaving the arena meant he had lost.
"Very well. The Void Spirit Clan's Xuye has left the arena.The victor: Peerless War God, Lü Bu, with two consecutive wins!!"
"Brother Xiao" XiaoSa Ge announced loudly.
No one expected Lü Bu to unleash his Wushuang Divine Ability a second time. His soaring strength overwhelmed everything. Coupled with the Ghost-God Seven Styles, he truly could slay gods and devils alike.
Unstoppable. Invincible.
"Lü Bu, will you continue holding the arena?" asked Hei Dashuai.
"I've made my move to stir the pot. I'll fight again another day."
Lü Bu shouldered his halberd and left the arena, clearly not overly arrogant or reckless.
"Lü Bu's Wushuang Divine Ability can only be used twice a day... or at least, for now. Each use must come with a heavy toll. Otherwise, with his personality, he wouldn't leave the arena so easily."
"But how many times can he really use it? Twice? Three times?"
No one knew the answer.
But two Eternal Night prodigies had already fallen to this divine ability. No one dared to test it further.
Lü Bu was now seen as someone not to be provoked lightly.
Yet in the eyes of Eternal Night's elite, Lü Bu had already been marked for death. Slaying two of their prodigies in such an arrogant fashion? They would not rest until he was dead.
However, across the battlefield, countless human cultivators were grinning with pride. Lü Bu's actions had brought honor to the Eternal World.
"Hmph. Eternal natives? Who dares come die next?"
Suddenly, a burly Eternal Night warrior stepped onto the arena, sweeping his gaze over the crowd, a cold sneer on his face. His eyes were filled with arrogance and disdain—as if none of the Eternal Heaven's Chosen were worthy of his time.
"Let me take care of you."
With a shout, a Kobold cultivator leapt into the arena, wielding a scythe, moving with blinding speed, like a death god swooping in to claim a soul.
But the Eternal Night warrior didn't even move. A third arm suddenly stretched out from behind his back, and a red divine light shot out from the palm.
The Kobold, who was previously intangible, was instantly forced into full corporeal form.
Then, a fourth arm appeared, releasing a silver divine light.
In the blink of an eye, the Kobold's body was torn apart, shredded mid-air—even his soul destroyed.
Dead.
A single clash.
One blow.
Instant death.
This display… was even more shocking than Lü Bu's performance.