Chapter 388 Advancing Too Quickly

After Cold Moon released her seal, her understanding and control over the Dao of Ice increased severalfold.

However, below the arena, Chen Fei felt that something was wrong.

The strange blood on Qin Shuang’s hand gave him a bad premonition—and at his level of cultivation, such instincts never came without reason.

Sure enough, the next moment—

The ice encasing Qin Shuang suddenly shattered explosively.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Qin Shuang sneered.

Her right arm was entirely wrapped in writhing blood, and even half her face had transformed into pulsating blood vessels—a grotesque and terrifying sight.

But her aura had grown far more powerful.

In a flash, her figure turned into a streak of blood, charging straight toward Cold Moon.

Caught off guard, Cold Moon’s expression changed slightly. She swept her palm forward, recalling shattered ice in an attempt to reseal Qin Shuang.

But Qin Shuang only laughed coldly, reaching out and crushing the ice shards into dust.

“That trick won’t work again.”

With a flicker, she appeared right before Cold Moon and swung her squirming, monstrous hand toward Cold Moon’s abdomen.

Cold Moon’s body was instantly covered in spreading ice crystals, attempting to protect her.

But just before the impact, a cloud of fog burst out, enveloping them both. No one could see what happened inside.

Chen Fei’s eyes narrowed, sensing danger. His expression darkened.

A moment later, Cold Moon’s body flew out of the fog, thrown across the arena.

Qin Shuang stood there grinning cruelly, clearly intending to finish her off.

“Qin Shuang!” Chen Fei shouted furiously. He knew exactly what that expression meant.

But the arena was protected by the Yixian Platform’s rules—he couldn’t interfere now, not even with a Ghost King Token in hand.

Cold Moon was unconscious, eyes closed, body limp, and blood oozing from a deep wound in her abdomen.

Qin Shuang kicked off the ground and leapt toward her, intending to land the killing blow mid-air.

“This witch deserves to die!”

“Damn it!”

The people of Tianqing Holy Land stood up, furious.

But Yan Wujiao merely turned and gave Mu Yunsu a cold, warning glance.

Chen Fei tried to rush forward, but the Yixian Platform had already teleported him away the moment he acquired the Ghost King Token.

“Chen Fei, watch carefully!” Qin Shuang sneered down at him.

Her twisted face and expression were utterly horrifying. She raised her writhing arm to strike Cold Moon’s belly.

Many onlookers couldn’t bear to watch and turned their heads away.

But just at that moment—

A surge of intense cold erupted from Cold Moon’s body!

Caught by surprise, Qin Shuang was blasted backward. The monstrous arm she had just raised was instantly frozen solid.

Cold Moon’s limp body was thrown off the arena by the same force.

In a flash of light on the Yixian Platform, Chen Fei appeared, catching Cold Moon into his arms just as she nearly passed out.

Qin Shuang looked at her frozen arm in frustration. With a shake, she shattered the ice, and the flesh resumed its writhing—but her face clearly showed she was not pleased.

On the ground, Chen Fei held Cold Moon in his arms.

Mu Yunsu immediately took out a healing pill and a small flame seed. Pressing it gently to Cold Moon’s body, she began treatment.

Cold Moon winced in pain as her ice-chilled body began to thaw.

Frost began forming on Chen Fei himself from the cold she was emitting.

Fortunately, with Mu Yunsu’s pill and fire essence, Cold Moon’s pure silver hair gradually returned to a faint ice-blue color.

“Sect Master?” Chen Fei asked, worried.

Mu Yunsu nodded. “She’s stable now. But the wound in her abdomen… it reached her Origin.”

She sighed.

Clearly, both sides were now playing for keeps. Every chance to weaken the other was being taken without hesitation.

Chen Fei looked down at Cold Moon’s unconscious form and then shook his head. He handed her over to Liu Xu to bring her back to the sect for healing.

Then, standing tall again, he declared loudly:

“I’m heading to Arena No. 3!”

Yan Wujiao glanced at him and said coldly:

“Anyone who has already obtained a Ghost King Token has no right to enter another arena!”

This was clearly a new rule made just for him.

In fact, everyone had known from the beginning that the fight for the Ghost King Tokens would be brutal and bloody.

What no one expected was that Chen Fei would secure his token so effortlessly.

Even after sending out his top disciples, including Linlang, Yan Wujiao couldn’t do anything about him. So how could he allow Chen Fei to interfere any further?

Chen Fei could only take a step back, his face dark with anger, watching Qin Shuang flaunt her power on the stage.

Qin Shuang licked her grotesque, pulsing hand and sneered:

“Who’s next? Get up here!”

Cold Moon was regarded as the Ice Goddess within Tianqing Holy Land. Though not one for socializing, she had many devoted followers.

Seeing her in such a tragic state, there was no way they’d sit still.

“Sect Master! I’ll avenge Senior Sister Cold Moon!”

“Arrogant demoness! Let me fight her!”

The crowd roared, full of righteous fury.

But Chen Fei frowned.

Despite their enthusiasm, none of them were strong enough to truly threaten Qin Shuang.

Unless Tianqing Holy Land had a secret weapon left, this could go very badly.

Chen Fei didn’t ask. That was Mu Yunsu’s concern.

He had already done his part by securing one Ghost King Token. Whether others could do the same, he could only wait and watch.

After all, even if he wanted to fight now—he wasn’t allowed.

And in such a fierce competition, even obtaining a token wasn’t a guarantee of survival. Weaklings would just be the first targets inside the Ghost King Hall.

On the Yixian Platform, Tianqing Holy Land’s situation looked grim.

If there was anyone left who could win a token, it was Dao Tong.

His second opponent couldn’t touch him. Every time an attack came near, Dao Tong dodged with inhuman precision, then countered immediately.

Fighting him made one feel utterly helpless.

Aside from him, the rest of the core disciples were all in dangerous, losing battles—even Ziyang.

Ziyang’s style was similar to that of Peach Blossom Fairy, though instead of aphrodisiacs, she used enchantment techniques.

Her charm made her opponents disoriented and frustrated—even women were affected.

But enchantment was not invincible.

In her third match, Ziyang lost—to a demonic beast cultivator named Xing Zheng.

A brute from the Li Gang Clan, Xing Zheng wielded a giant cleaving axe with overwhelming force—perfectly countering Ziyang’s finesse.

With Chen Fei off the stage, Tianqing Holy Land had lost its main star.

Eventually, the second Ghost King Token was claimed—by Fan Chen!

An unsurprising result.

Soon after, Jiu Yao snatched the third.

And finally, Dao Tong, after wearing down his third opponent, managed to claim the second and final token for Tianqing Holy Land.