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With the cultivation base at the peak of the ninth level of the Spirit Stage, as well as the inner sect disciples of the Celestial Sect and the Golden Dragon Spear, even an ordinary martial general at the first or second level of the Martial General Realm would not necessarily be able to contend against him!

Quiet Dragon Spring smiled with a sneer in his eyes. A dense killing intent filled the air.

This brat actually dared to ascend the platform. That would be courting death.

If he wanted to fight on the stage, he would have too much trouble. He wanted to kill this kid immediately!

"Arrogant brat, just die!"

The golden dragon lance in his hand merged with the golden dragon lance, and both of them erupted with a resplendent golden light.

"Swish …"

The Xiang Qiu attacked with his spear, a terrifying and sharp energy rippled out with terrifying killing intent. It was as if a golden dragon had rushed out straight towards Du Shaotian.

In the face of such an aura, Du Shaotian's eyes twitched slightly, but the smile never faded from the corners of his mouth.

No one could see that a mysterious glow was surging within Du Shaotian's body. His aura erupted, and his black hair danced as he flew backwards.

Du Shaotian made his move as well. With a shake of the horsewhip in his hand, a dazzling radiance shot out like a spirit serpent that had been wrapped in lightning.

"Swish …"

Everything happened too quickly. Like a bolt of lightning, the golden spear swooped down and stabbed downwards, accompanied by a faintly discernible image of a golden dragon that engulfed Du Shaotian.

A golden light shrouded a large portion of the platform, enveloping Du Shaotian within.

"Rumble …"

The entire battle stage was shaking as rubble flew into the sky.

Golden light wreaked havoc as a terrifying origin energy storm spread out in all directions.

"This is bad, Young Master Du!"

Some people sucked in a breath of cold air because they had witnessed Du Shaotian being swallowed by the spear with their own eyes.

Even a second level Martial General would not be able to withstand such frightening attacks.

Could it be a fifteen-year-old martial general? I'm afraid that's impossible.

Li Ling'er's hands were clenched tightly as she stared at the arena with a serious expression.

Li Zhangkong, Sikong Lan and the rest frowned deeply.

Ye Mingchao, Yun Zhenhai, and the others were worried as well, as they clenched their fists.

They knew that Du Shaotian wasn't a simple person, but he was only fifteen years old.

At this moment, Xiqiu City was too strong, and he had the Golden Dragon Spear. Even a normal martial general would not be able to contend against it.

Quiet Dragon Spring smiled, his undisguised killing intent permeating the air.

This time, Du Shaotian was doomed to die. This was the result of his arrogance!

"Hualala …"

Everything happened very quickly. The golden light that had enveloped the platform gradually dissipated.

The Golden Dragon Spear deeply embedded itself into the huge rock on the stage. The surroundings were filled with crevices and countless small craters appeared.

Du Shaotian appeared in the middle of the field with the Golden Dragon Spear not far from his feet. His right arm was raised high and the horsewhip in his hand was wrapped around Xiuqiu's neck.

Xiang Qiu's feet left the ground and he maintained his diving posture. In one hand, he was still holding the Golden Dragon Spear. However, his sharp eyes, which were wrapped in golden light, were instantly replaced by terror and terror.

At this moment, Xiqiu was like a kite flying low in the sky, held in the hands of Young Master Du.

"Swish …"

In an instant, Du Shaotian's right arm shook slightly, and the horsewhip shot out from his neck.

With a 'chi la' sound, the horsewhip sliced through the neck of the man.

"Hualala …"

Blood spurted high into the air. The head and body of Xiqiu fell to the ground, splashing blood everywhere.

At this moment, the entire scene on the arena was frozen, as if even the air itself had stopped flowing.

The entire square was silent, a deathly still silence!

Everyone widened their eyes.

At this moment, it was as if everyone's heart had stopped beating!

All eyes were filled with disbelief, and they were all incomparably shocked!

How powerful was Xingqiu? With the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand, he was able to unleash the full might of a single strike. Even an ordinary first level martial general would have been killed just now.

However, in the blink of an eye, Xiangqiu died. His head and body were separated from his family.

This was too shocking. Originally, everyone thought this would be an exciting battle.

This duel was definitely going to be a win for Xiangqiu.

However, everything that happened on the battle stage was too unbelievable. A disciple from Celestial Sect unleashed his strongest attack, the Golden Dragon Spear, just how powerful was he?

In the blink of an eye, Du Shaotian's head was snapped off by an ordinary horsewhip.

"Bang bang!"

In the silence of the surroundings, the body of Xiang Qiu fell onto the battle stage. His head kept rolling until it finally rolled off the stage and landed in front of the Netherwyrm Spring.

Their necks and mouths were bleeding. Their pupils were still filled with fear and disbelief. It was as if even in death, they could not believe that they had lost, and yet they had lost so miserably.

Standing on the dueling platform, Du Shaotian's whip trembled slightly.

The surroundings were still in silence, showing that time had stopped flowing.

All eyes fell on the figure of the red-robed young master on the stage. With just a whip, he killed that peerlessly elegant Xiang Qiu. It was clean, yet it revealed the clearest form of killing.

This was the easiest way to kill, but it was the most shocking!

How powerful the soul of such a youth was at this moment, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the onlookers.

"Hu … hu …"

Finally, someone gasped and his throat rolled!

Some people swallowed their saliva, biting their tongues. They wanted to know if they were seeing things or dreaming!

Gong Lan Ye, Xiong Qian Ran, and Si Ming felt their hearts tremble, their souls throbbing.

That horsewhip had only lashed out once, but it was now as powerful as a mountain. With just a whip, it had severed their heads!

The experts from the various families were all stunned. The fifteen-year-old Du Shaotian had defeated the Xiang Qiu at the peak of the ninth level of the Spirit realm in one strike.

They knew very well what this meant. It was too terrifying!

Du Shaotian took a step forward and pulled out the Golden Dragon Spear. He took a look and a seal formed on his hand. A ray of light shot into the spear, and the Golden Dragon Spear was kept in his spatial storage bag.

On top of the white jade demonic beast, You Longquan's eyes that were filled with killing intent froze.

What made Netherwyrm Spring even more astonished was that it was his Golden Dragon Spear, his treasure.

However, at this moment, the Golden Dragon Spear had been kept by Du Shaotian, and the connection between him and the spear had been severed in an instant.

"You've lost, Netherwyrm Spring! The White Jade Elephant Beast is mine now!"

On the platform, Du Shaotian's gaze was fixed on the dragon spring, as calm as ever.

"Jejeje, good, very good, then I'll give you the White Jade Elephant Beast. Let's see if you have the ability to take it for yourself, hahahaha!"

The Netherworld Dragon Spring came back to his senses and suddenly laughed crazily. This smile was incomparably dark and cold and filled with thick killing intent.

As the sound of his laughter faded, the Netherworld Dragon Spring jumped down from the White Jade Demonic Elephant Beast. His eyes were filled with a ghastly coldness as he spoke, "White Jade Demonic Elephant Beast, go!"

"Roar!"

The White Jade Elephant Beast howled, and a resplendent jade-like glow radiated from its body. It soared up into the skies, heading straight for the platform.