Long Aotian saw that Lu Genggeng's already horrifying bloody mouth continued to open in a way that violated the human body structure. The degree of the tearing at the corner of his mouth was beyond Long Aotian's cognition, and it almost touched his thick ears.

At this time, a disgusting stench hit him in the face. Long Aotian endured the discomfort in his stomach and focused his attention. The space in front of Lu Genggeng was distorted, and a huge mouth made entirely of thick soul power appeared out of thin air.

This bloody mouth is three meters wide and two meters high. Its sharp fangs are glowing with a heart-pounding green light, and it is obviously tainted with poison.

It swallowed Long Aotian fiercely with a suffocating sense of oppression. Although Long Aotian didn't know the effect of this strange attack method, his intuition told him that if he was bitten, it would not be pleasant.

In a flash, Long Aotian's eyes flashed, and he instinctively waved his hands forward. Two sharp golden sword beams broke through the air and pierced through the bloody mouth like lightning.

With a shrill scream, Lu Genggeng roared to the sky in pain, his fat body shaking violently, a large amount of fat mixed with blood gushing out from the corners of his torn mouth and the wounds pierced by the knife, and the air was suddenly filled with a disgusting stench.

Long Aotian knew that these disgusting oils were the energy accumulated by Lu Genggeng after devouring countless corpses, and were the foundation of his survival.

He suffered heavy losses in today's battle, which undoubtedly aroused his more frantic killing intent. Long Aotian seized this opportunity and retreated quickly, widening the distance between him and Lu Genggeng.

Although Long Aotian's attack successfully broke open his soul power blood hole, Long Aotian knew clearly that this level of injury was not fatal at all for Lu Genggeng, who had thick skin and flesh.

Long Aotian must find his weakness as soon as possible, otherwise this battle will be extremely long. Long Aotian took a deep breath, mobilized the surging spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and roared to the sky.

On the competition stage, Long Aotian only felt that the spiritual power in his body was surging violently like a raging sea, as if a prehistoric beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was trying to break free from its restraints, roaring and trying to break out of its cage.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to control the violent forces and direct them to every corner of his body.

He felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster like a drum, and his blood was coursing through his veins as if magma was burning and was about to melt his body.

The air around him also became scorching hot, as if he was in a furnace. An invisible pressure emanated from him, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, pressing down on every corner around him and making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar towards the sky, like thunder from the ground, resounding through the sky.

This roar was filled with unyielding will and strong self-confidence, as if he was going to tear the world apart. As he roared, golden light burst out from his body like a volcanic eruption, instantly illuminating the entire competition stage, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and also making Long Aotian look as mighty and domineering as a god descending from heaven.

The dazzling golden light seemed to turn night into day, covering the entire competition arena in a golden ocean. The blinding light made everyone squint their eyes slightly.

The golden light lasted for several seconds before gradually dissipating, receding like the tide. As the golden light dissipated, an illusory figure gradually emerged behind Long Aotian, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

He was a warrior wearing silver armor, tall, mighty, and heroic, like a hero from an epic.

In his hand, he held a long sword that exuded a chilling aura. The blade was long and sharp, flashing a chilling light as if it could cut off everything.

The warrior's face is hidden beneath the helmet, but from his upright posture and fierce aura, one can still sense the air of a king looking down on the world, as if he is the master of this world and all things must submit to him.

Looking closely, this figure is actually somewhat similar to Long Aotian, but more mature and majestic.

Lu Genggeng only felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, which made his eyes slightly painful and almost unable to look straight. When he opened his eyes again, he found that a huge silver figure had appeared where Long Aotian had been standing.

The figure was tall and majestic, like a mountain, emitting a palpitating sense of oppression. Lu Genggeng could even feel the waves of heat coming from the figure, and the air was filled with a strange metallic smell, which made his throat a little dry.

He saw that Long Aotian's body, which was originally flashing with soul rings, was now wrapped in silver light and slowly rising into the air.

Long Aotian's body gradually became blurred in the silver light, as if it had merged with the huge figure. And the huge silver figure gradually became clearer as Long Aotian rose.

It was a human-shaped shadow, but without any facial features, just a smooth silver color.

The silver light became brighter and brighter, almost covering the entire ring. Lu Genggeng had to squint his eyes to barely see everything in front of him.

He saw Long Aotian floating in the air, the silver light around his body fluctuating violently, as if it would explode at any time.

Suddenly, a hint of golden light appeared in the silver light. The golden light became stronger and stronger, and finally it competed with the silver light, forming a series of golden and silver interwoven light patterns around Long Aotian's body.

The light pattern was like a living thing, wandering around Long Aotian's body and emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

At the same time, a powerful airflow burst out from Long Aotian and swept around.

Lu Genggeng was forced to retreat again and again by the airflow. He heard buzzing sounds in his ears and everything in front of him began to distort, as if he was in a maze of funhouse mirrors.

This thought flashed through his mind like lightning. At the same time, the scene in front of Lu Genggeng began to distort, as if he was in a maze of funhouse mirrors.

He instinctively felt the danger coming, and abruptly withdrew his hands, trying to gather all the fat in his body to resist this unknown attack.

However, his movements seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the space around him seemed to have turned into a sticky liquid, hindering his every movement.

The distorted light became more and more dazzling, and Long Aotian's figure was looming in it, as if he had turned into a god emitting holy light.

He saw Long Aotian slowly raise his arms as if embracing a bright moon, and then suddenly swung them forward. A dazzling white light instantly illuminated the entire arena.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar exploded in his ears. Lu Genggeng felt as if his eardrum was torn apart by an invisible big hand. The severe pain made him unable to help but let out a painful howl.

His eyes were blank, he could see nothing, hear nothing, only the omnipresent pain reminded him that he had suffered an unprecedented blow. How could it be possible? What on earth did he do to me?
In the battle zone, Yan Feng stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief. He knew Lu Genggeng's defense too well. Even when facing a strong man of the same level, Lu Genggeng could remain invincible with his indestructible fat.

Although Long Aotian's three previous attacks were swift and fierce, they only left some superficial injuries on Lu Genggeng. How could he have seriously injured him in such a short time? This was completely beyond his cognition and he could not accept it for a while. Yan Feng could not see the specific situation on the ring, but the audience in the audience saw it clearly. They saw that at the moment Long Aotian launched the attack, a layer of crystal clear white light suddenly lit up on his body, as if he was wearing a holy battle armor.

Then, Long Aotian slowly raised his left hand, opened his five fingers, and clenched them in the direction of Lu Genggeng. At that moment, a huge white ball of light appeared out of thin air behind Lu Genggeng, spinning rapidly and making a series of heart-pounding buzzing sounds.

The next moment, the ball of light suddenly shrank and then exploded, turning into a devastating energy shock wave that instantly swallowed up Lu Genggeng.

In an instant, fat flew everywhere, and at least one-third of Lu Genggeng's body burst apart in this violent explosion, with disgusting greasy fat flying everywhere.

He was also blown up with a scream, and crashed into the edge of the arena.

Lu Genggeng's body was covered with a thick golden light, which was spreading throughout his body at an alarming speed. Then, the fat on Lu Genggeng's body was gradually drying up.

Just this one strike severely injured Lu Genggeng.

Yan Feng was finally able to see clearly. In the deafening explosion, the distorted light around him seemed to become barely clearer. He saw with his own eyes large pieces of fat flying everywhere, and Lu Genggeng fell over with a scream.

Long Aotian's eyes flashed, and he swung the long sword in his hand again. The dark golden blade light cut through the air, making a piercing scream, and went straight to Lu Genggeng's broken body.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind black cracks.

This time, Long Aotian poured all his soul power into this one sword. The blade light became more condensed and the power became even more terrifying.

Lu Genggeng looked at the dark golden blade coming towards him, and was horrified. He knew that he had nowhere to hide, no way to avoid it.

The shadow of death loomed over his heart, making him feel extremely scared and desperate. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.

The dark golden blade light split through his layers of fat without any hindrance, splitting the rest of his body in two.

Wherever the blade passed, there was no blood splattering, only the flashing of golden light. That was the powerful energy contained in Long Aotian's blade, which evaporated all the fat and blood in Lu Genggeng's body.

The violent explosion sounded again, deafening. This time, the power of the explosion was even more terrifying than before, and the entire competition stage was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

The shock wave produced by the explosion swept through the entire venue like a strong wind. Everyone in the audience felt the earth shaking. Some of the audience members with weaker cultivation were even shocked to the point of vomiting blood and falling into a coma.

Yan Feng only felt a flash before his eyes, and the shock wave produced by the explosion mixed with the pungent smell of blood and burnt smell came towards him, making him unable to help but close his eyes. At the same time, he subconsciously released his own soul power to form a barrier in front of him to resist the invasion of the shock wave.

When the aftermath of the explosion faded and Yan Feng opened his eyes again, the competition stage was empty.

The bloody and burnt smells that originally filled the air had completely dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance, which was the scent emanating from Long Aotian.

Lu Genggeng disappeared.

It was as if he had never appeared in the past. He completely disappeared from this world without leaving any trace.

"Your martial spirit is indeed very strange," Long Aotian looked down at his opponent, his eyes without a trace of fluctuation, only endless coldness.
"Unfortunately, you are too weak to withstand a single blow."

He slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and said to the figure lying on the ground, his voice as cold as ten thousand years of ice, "So, disappear."

Before he finished speaking, he gently clenched his palms, and an invisible force burst out instantly, completely crushing the opponent's body into a pile of bloody and rotten meat.

Long Aotian's eyes were indifferent, without any mercy. He was never merciful towards evil soul masters, because his attitude towards all of them was the same, to eradicate them completely and prevent future troubles.

Therefore, Long Aotian was also ruthless. Didn’t you see that the referee didn’t stop him? It was obvious that he didn’t have a good impression of the evil soul masters either.

The audience in the audience also fell silent at this time. They were all shocked by the intensity of the game, and were also in awe of Long Aotian's strength.

The referee walked to the center of the competition stage, raised Long Aotian's hand high, and announced loudly: "I declare that in this match, Snow Demon Sect, Long Aotian wins!"

Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out from the audience, and cheers resounded throughout the competition venue. The disciples of the Snow Demon Sect were even more excited, and they all jumped up to cheer for Long Aotian.

By winning this battle again, the Snow Demon Sect has now won three battles.

All they had to do was win the next game, and the Snow Demon Sect would advance directly to the finals. In the waiting area, the atmosphere in the Holy Spirit Sect was somewhat solemn. After all, there was only one game left, and they absolutely could not lose the next game. If they lost again, then it would be the end.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the front of the team, where stood their captain - Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao's face was solemn. He knew the importance of this game and also knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

“I’ll play in the next game.” A deep voice came from the room, and Huo Yuhao, who was wrapped in a black robe, stood up.

Everyone looked at him, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

"Captain, are you coming in person?"

Yan Feng asked, with a hint of disbelief in his tone. (End of this chapter)