Chapter 69: Old Bastard, Do You Want to Taste My Nether Ghost Sword Too?!
The students watching from the sidelines were all shaken by the gruesome scene unfolding on the stage.
Dai Weisi was the Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire, the one most likely to inherit the throne.
Yet even so, that black-clothed youth showed no mercy—he severed Dai Weisi's arm without a moment's hesitation.
With his right arm crippled, even if he could still summon the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, the fusion between Martial Soul and body would drastically weaken.
Dai Weisi's strength would inevitably plummet.
And in the Star Luo Empire, the competition for the throne was brutal beyond imagination.
Under these circumstances, Dai Weisi had already lost his advantage—his path to the throne was essentially cut off.
This was not only a devastating blow to Dai Weisi himself but also a massive setback for the entire Star Luo Empire.
After all, Dai Weisi was the strongest among the imperial princes.
But from this moment on, that was no longer true.
The Spirit Hall team members kept their eyes fixed on the stage.
"To shatter the Hell White Tiger with a single sword strike—and even slice off that guy's arm… that Wuming brat is one vicious character!"
Yan, who was usually arrogant and dismissive, became solemn after witnessing the black-clothed youth's ruthlessness.
Hu Liena's beautiful eyes flickered with shock and unease.
Even Xie Yue, whose expression rarely changed, was stunned.
The mighty Hell White Tiger was utterly helpless before that black-clothed youth.
Xie Yue had always been confident in the Martial Soul Fusion Technique between him and Hu Liena—Charm Demon.
But now, even he wasn't sure whether Charm Demon could restrain that monstrous prodigy.
On Shrek Academy's side—
Seeing Dai Weisi's miserable state, Dai Mubai felt as though he had been struck by heavenly thunder. He stood frozen in place.
That was his blood-related older brother!
Even if they were rivals…
Even if the competition within the family was merciless…
Blood was still thicker than water!
Seeing Dai Weisi lying on the stage in such a wretched condition—his right arm severed cleanly at the root, blood staining a large portion of the arena—Dai Mubai's heart twisted painfully.
"That bastard Wuming! Too ruthless! Damn him!!"
Dai Mubai roared through gritted teeth.
Beside him, Tang San patted his shoulder and comforted him:
Mubai, calm down. Someone that heartless will face retribution sooner or later.
At that moment, the teacher leading the Star Luo Royal Academy team descended onto the stage like a streak of black lightning.
He was a seventy- or eighty-year-old man, yet his posture remained straight as a pine tree. Though aged, he showed not the slightest trace of frailty.
His face was stern and sharp, deep wrinkles etched across it like knife marks—each one reflecting years of storms endured, adding to his unyielding aura.
A powerful pressure surged outward from him like a crashing tide.
The moment he saw Dai Weisi's injuries up close, the fury in the old man's eyes burned even hotter.
He scanned the scene and quickly realized—Dai Weisi's severed arm was nowhere to be seen.
"You… you arrogant wretch! You dared to intentionally injure your opponent during an official match—and with such a vicious attack! Do you even understand who this is?! He is the Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire—the future heir to the throne!!!"
The old man glared at Gui Mei, his icy gaze as sharp as a blade.
Gui Mei's usually expressionless face also showed a hint of anger. He let out a cold snort:
"It's his own incompetence—who else is to blame? If I were the weaker one, I would've been the one suffering worse injuries. The Dai family of the Star Luo Empire is cruel even to their own blood, let alone outsiders."
Hearing Gui Mei's cold response, the old man trembled in fury. His soul power surged violently, clearly preparing to strike Gui Mei down on the spot.
"Such a sharp tongue! I will make you pay the price for your cruelty!"
"Old bastard, do you want to try my Nether Ghost Sword too?!"
Gui Mei didn't back down an inch.
His eyes sharpened as the black mist around him thickened. The long sword in his hand slowly lifted, cold and deadly.
The atmosphere atop the arena instantly turned explosive, as though another battle could erupt at any moment.
Right then, the red-robed cardinal judge flashed forward, placing himself between the two.
"Both of you, stop! Do you still have the Spirit Hall in your eyes?! The Soul Master Tournament forbids intentional harm, but accidents are inevitable. Though Wuming struck heavily, he did not violate the rules. As the leading teacher, you should be abiding by the rules, not provoking a confrontation during the competition!"
The old man's chest rose and fell with suppressed fury. Though he still burned with anger, he knew he couldn't openly cause trouble on Spirit Hall grounds.
He shot Gui Mei a venomous glare before turning to check on Dai Weisi's injuries.
The red-robed cardinal quickly arranged for the tournament staff to carry the Star Luo team away for emergency treatment.
Gui Mei withdrew his soul power, and the black long sword in his hand dissipated into nothingness.
"The winner of this match—Heaven Dou Royal Academy's Second Team! They advance to the next round. The Star Luo Royal Academy is hereby eliminated!"
Amid thunderous cheers, Gui Mei slowly walked off the stage.
Up on the VIP platform, Qian Renxue—disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe—watched his departing figure. A faint, barely noticeable trace of delight appeared in her eyes.
"Wuming… just how much strength are you still hiding? To crush the Star Luo Royal Academy single-handedly… that counts as winning a major victory for the Heaven Dou Empire. But you severed Dai Weisi's arm. Will this spark a new conflict between the two empires…?"
The Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire had always maintained tense relations and frequent disputes.
In recent years, however, Spirit Hall's influence has grown tremendously.
Because of Spirit Hall's pressure, the two empires had maintained some level of restraint.
But today's match would send shockwaves across the continent.
The Crown Prince of Star Luo Empire, Dai Weisi, had his arm chopped off by someone from Heaven Dou Empire's team. The ever-domineering Star Luo Emperor would never tolerate such humiliation.
A war between the two empires would be advantageous to Qian Renxue.
Emperor Xue Ye was getting old, and his health was failing.
This would allow Qian Renxue, acting as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, to seize even more authority and become involved in even more political decisions.
In the later matches, Shrek Academy easily defeated their opponents and advanced smoothly to the next round, securing a place in the final top six.
On the way back to the hotel, everyone remained silent.
They all understood how terrible Dai Mubai must be feeling.
Tang San deliberately slowed his pace to walk alongside Yu Xiaogang at the back of the group.
"Teacher, there's something I've been wondering for a long time."
"Xiao San, go on."
Tang San analyzed slowly:
"Wuming cut off Dai Weisi's arm. His strike was incredibly fast, and the sword qi was extremely sharp. The Speed Clan Leader and the divine craftsman Lou Gao also had their arms severed by Gui Mei. The Strength Clan also had many members killed by a blade-like force. Both Wuming and Gui Mei possess powerful darkness attributes and devastating cutting-type soul skills… isn't the similarity too much to be a coincidence?"
Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly at Tang San's words.
"Xiao San, your reasoning does have some merit. Gui Mei possesses a powerful soul skill—Ghostly Phantom Blade. As a Titled Douluo-level expert, that skill can kill in a single strike. Wuming condensing his soul power into such a powerful slash should be his own self-created soul skill. Their attacks do resemble one another… whether the two have any connection, I cannot say for certain."
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