Chapter 383 The Might of Karma Fire

“Radiance of the Blazing Sun, illuminating the four seas!”

With a deep roar, blinding light exploded from Arena No. 3.

A beast resembling a giant crow suddenly appeared, and behind it loomed a blazing sun. The intense heat instantly vaporized the energy shields, and then descended upon Xu Tianqi, the beloved disciple of the Golden Gate sect leader.

Though Xu Tianqi was a formidable offensive cultivator, his opponent Jiuyao had already been pushed to a heavily wounded state under his fierce attacks. But the moment Jiuyao unleashed its innate technique, Xu Tianqi’s weakness was exposed:

Lack of defense.

Facing imminent death, he swung his longsword with everything he had.

“Ten Thousand Blades Return to Kill!”

Behind him, a pair of metallic wings formed—made entirely of razor-sharp blades. As he swung his arms, the feathers—sword-shaped—detached and created a steel barrier in front of him.

Jiuyao’s eyes gleamed with savage light. As the sun behind it burst with radiant power, its razor-sharp claws slashed directly into the incoming swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Fragments of shattered steel burst like fireworks across the stage.

Chen Fei’s pupils contracted sharply.

Others might not see it clearly, but he saw Jiuyao’s claws pierce straight through the layers of steel blades—and stab through Xu Tianqi’s chest.

As the blinding light faded, Jiuyao stood on top of Xu Tianqi’s body, its tone cold and dismissive:

“Next.”

Tianqing Sacred Land – Golden Gate Division

Golden Gate disciples were filled with rage.

“Senior Brother Xu! Damn that demonic beast!”

“How could this happen? Xu Tianqi had the Iron-Winged Eagle martial soul!”

The sect leader of Golden Gate shot to his feet, nearly losing control upon seeing his beloved disciple slain on the spot.

By the original design of Yan Wujiao and the others, the tournament was meant to be even bloodier.

But Chen Fei’s early victories had given the Tianqing crowd false hope—now, with Xu Tianqi’s death, reality struck with brutal force: this tournament was far more dangerous than they’d imagined.

And it wasn’t just Jiuyao’s arena—other battlegrounds were equally perilous.

On another platform, Golden Gate core disciple Min Xingxuan was in dire straits as well.

He faced the Peach Blossom Fairy, a cultivator known for her deadly charm techniques. While Chen Fei could joke about her seductive powers, for most men, she was a nightmare requiring absolute vigilance.

Min Xingxuan had parried several illusions conjured by her peach blossom aura, but suddenly, the harmless-looking grass underfoot grew wildly and entangled his ankles.

Before he could react, the Peach Blossom Fairy appeared right in front of him.

“Such a lovely day… Why must we fight, handsome?”

She blew a soft pink mist toward his face.

Min Xingxuan inhaled it, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

But it was already too late.

Even Chen Fei, with his poison immunity, had fallen victim to her aphrodisiac technique and been forced into a bizarre, philosophical journey with Cold Moon Saintess to calm himself.

Min Xingxuan’s situation was clearly even worse.

“You witch! You’re dead!” he shouted, quickly gulping down a detox pill.

But the charm wasn’t a toxin—it was a desire stimulant, awakening primal instincts that no antidote could cure.

The Peach Blossom Fairy smirked with contempt.

Men—always the same. Once charmed, they’re helpless.

Except for that one man…

Her thoughts drifted back to Chen Fei’s mocking smirk. His words earlier had clearly flustered her. Even now, holding the advantage, she dared not glance in his direction.

Meanwhile, Min Xingxuan’s eyes became glassy and dazed.

His skin flushed pink, and he began scratching his own body.

Oddly enough, when one’s mind is clouded with lust, they can unlock strange bursts of strength.

Min Xingxuan’s robes tore open under his own grasp, revealing his well-toned muscles.

“What’s happening to Senior Brother Min? What is he doing!?”

“Wait—is that a… a striptease?! What the hell!?”

Female disciples from Tianqing looked away instinctively, faces flushed.

Yet… curiosity lingered. After all, Min Xingxuan was handsome, courteous, and had a perfect eight-pack. His current… wild appearance only made them sneak another glance.

The Golden Gate sect leader’s face twitched violently.

Just great. First Xu Tianqi is slain. Now Min Xingxuan is about to socially die on the spot.

Total disgrace.

Chen Fei also noticed the situation.

He mused:

“So… which is worse—death or social death?”

He concluded: social death—because once you’re really dead, you don’t care about reputation. But now… all he could do was pray that Min Xingxuan had the inner strength to endure the whispers and laughter sure to follow him for years.

Also… who knew Min Xingxuan was so… flexible. That pose—so spicy.

The Peach Blossom Fairy seemed to enjoy watching people self-destruct, and didn’t even go for the kill.

Instead, just before Min Xingxuan revealed too much, she slapped him in the chest, sending him flying out of the arena.

Eliminated.

At the same time, on another platform, the long-awaited final clash between Duo Mingzi and Fan Chen finally ignited.

The sky itself changed color.

Fan Chen merged the twin flames on his arms into one. The flaming halo behind him transformed into a spatial portal, spewing forth raging fire.

Chen Fei watched, curious.

At that distance, Fan Chen could still keep his hair intact?

Must be some kind of hair-protection technique.

Duo Mingzi, seeing Fan Chen strike first, didn’t hesitate.

He thrust his sword forward.

The Frost Sword trembled, then flew into the flames.

Despite the intense heat, the icy blade didn’t falter—it pushed forward steadily toward Fan Chen.

Fan Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Red feathers emerged from his forehead, glowing ominously.

“Heavenly Fire of Divine Might—Karmic Flames of Endless Sin!”

The fire abruptly changed—what was once searing heat became cold and suffocating, as if it burned not flesh but souls, drawing everyone into hellish karma fire.

Panic erupted in the audience.

“Karma fire?! Damn!”

“Don’t look—turn away!”

Among cultivators, karma fire was dreaded.

Especially demonic cultivators—when Fan Chen summoned it, some of them burst into flames on the spot, screaming and scrambling to escape.

They didn’t even dare look at the arena.

Even Yan Wujiao frowned.

“Fan Chen… that move goes too far!”