However, even so, Zhou Lun's move was overwhelmingly strong.

The Ice Sword in Wang Ye's hand shattered instantly.

Blood kept flowing from Wang Ye's body, exposing sinister white bones in many places; even a chunk of flesh on his face was fiercely sliced off during the battle with Zhou Lun.

At this moment, Wang Ye appeared to have only half a face.

It looked shockingly terrifying.

The female disciples of the Ice Sect, although they had been battling with the disciples from the Cold Sect, had never experienced such a battle scene.

So, upon seeing the severe injuries Wang Ye suffered, many female disciples of the Cold Sect couldn't help but cry out loud.

Wang Ye, however, seemed indifferent.

In Spirit Star, the development of elixirs was advanced.

As long as he didn't die, it was just a layer of skin being sliced; with elixirs, his wounds could be healed.

It's just that...

Wang Ye glanced at Zhou Lun, panting slightly.

During the fight with Zhou Lun, Wang Ye had been honing his skills through Zhou Lun, and although his strength had been rapidly increasing over this time, in terms of sheer ability, he still wouldn't be a match for Zhou Lun.

The Cold Sect is truly ruthless!

Even with all his arrangements, and the Cold Sect followed his plan, yet if he didn't know the Feng Shui Path formation, he might have been directly killed by the Cold Sect.

It's justified that the Cold Sect could pressure the Ice Sect immediately after its founding, constantly squeezing the survival space of the Ice Sect.

But it's a pity.

No matter how the Cold Sect calculates, they probably won't anticipate that he still has cards left unused.

Wang Ye looked at Zhou Lun calmly.

Zhou Lun originally intended to charge directly at Wang Ye.

He could already feel that Wang Ye was nearing exhaustion from continuous fighting.

While he still retained plenty of energy.

He planned to resolve Wang Ye with just one move!

Just as Zhou Lun was about to attack Wang Ye again, Wang Ye's calm gaze made Zhou Lun stop involuntarily.

For some reason, Zhou Lun felt a sense of dread emerging because of Wang Ye's calm gaze.

Thinking from the start of the battle to now, even though Wang Ye knew that his power far surpassed Wang Ye's,

Yet, Wang Ye showed no sign of fear during the process, his expression and gaze remained tranquil.

And at this moment, Wang Ye's gaze was more peaceful than ever before.

Yet, it was precisely Wang Ye's serene gaze that terrified Zhou Lun even more.

Why is Wang Ye so calm?

On what grounds?

What is Wang Ye relying on to be so composed, so calm?

For some unknown reason, Wang Ye's peaceful gaze instilled extreme fear in Zhou Lun's heart, as though it represented countless dangers.

"Trash."

Wang Ye cheerfully called out to Zhou Lun.

And this time.

When Wang Ye shouted, Zhou Lun didn't charge frantically at Wang Ye; instead, he became more apprehensive.

"Trash."

Wang Ye called out again.

Yet Zhou Lun still didn't dare to step forward.

The surrounding spectators were baffled by this scene.

"What's happening?"

"Why doesn't Zhou Lun dare to charge at Wang Ye?"

"Go on, directly resolve Wang Ye!"

"Zhou Lun has been pressing Wang Ye, why did he hesitate just when he was about to resolve Wang Ye, can't back down at this moment?"

After some time of confusion, the spectators, along with the Cold Sect disciples who came to watch, directly started scolding Zhou Lun.

The scolding from below filled Zhou Lun's mind, further fueled by Wang Ye's recent taunt, igniting rage in Zhou Lun's heart without overcoming his reasoning.

Up until now, Zhou Lun had been pondering some questions.

Finally, after thinking for a while, Zhou Lun charged at Wang Ye.

"Fight!"

Zhou Lun thought secretly.

Wang Ye might just be bluffing.

If Wang Ye really had the ability to resolve him, why didn't Wang Ye do it right from the start?

Why wait until now?

Why wait until Wang Ye suffered so many injuries?

Maybe...

When Wang Ye came to this platform, he already understood from the disparity in power between the two sides the result he would face today, so he had already come to terms with it all.

Frenzied energy enveloped Zhou Lun.

Powerful pressure was released from the Cold Sword.

The weapon in Wang Ye's hand had already been rendered useless by Zhou Lun.

Thus, Wang Ye now seemed like a defenseless, captive little white mouse waiting to be slaughtered before Zhou Lun.

Seeing Zhou Lun attacking Wang Ye again, the people below erupted in cheers.

"Zhou Lun charges again!"

"This time, Wang Ye can't escape from Zhou Lun's clutches; he'll definitely be resolved directly by Zhou Lun."

"Zhou Lun! Kill Wang Ye, kill the Saint Heir of the Ice Sect!"

Cheers of delight rang out beneath.

Their eyes were filled with excitement.

Wang Ye was about to die.

Even the reporters, witnessing this scene, felt their hands trembling.

They were witnessing history.

If today, the Saint Heir of the Ice Sect is resolved right at the doorstep of the Ice Sect by the Cold Sect's people, it would be a colossal loss for the Ice Sect in terms of reputation, strength, and all aspects.

At that point.

The whole Ice Sect would be caught in a downward spiral.

Already struggling with recruitment, the Ice Sect wouldn't be able to recruit more disciples in the coming times.

After all, if they can't protect their own disciples, allowing them to be resolved right at the doorstep,

How could other disciples possibly join the Ice Sect?

The Ice Sect can only slowly die out.

And eventually go extinct.

It's a pity.

Some reporters sighed.

The Ice Sect, which had recently risen,

Used to be thriving.

There were times of glory.

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