Chapter 455: Jian Splits the Nine Heavens with a Single Strike! He's a True Nemesis!!_1

Tang Hao hovered furiously in midair.

His Killing God Field enveloped the entire arena, summoning countless blood-red feathers that frenziedly streaked towards Luo Yu.

Luo Yu's expression remained unaltered as the Zhu Tian Sword in his hand instantly turned into a shade of flowing cherry blossoms.

With a light wave, countless sword qi condensed into cherry blossoms appeared in the sky, instantly obliterating all the blood feathers.

The audience had not yet recovered from their shock.

At this point, everything had just begun. Luo Yu unexpectedly tucked away his wheelchair, and a celestial azure light flickered behind him, revealing a pair of extraordinarily mystical dragon wings.

As the dragon wings flapped, a fierce gale swept across the ground.

Luo Yu transformed into a streak of azure lightning, soaring into the sky as fast as thunder, swift as electricity.

Not just Tang Hao, but everyone outside the ring was also unable to react in time.

Luo Yu raised his hand and delivered a strike with his sword.

In an instant, the Zhu Tian Sword changed again.

The sword's body blazed with intense flames, as if it could burn everything in the world, and a massive fiery sword light slashed towards Tang Hao.

At that moment, it was as if space itself warped, and the temperature in the arena rapidly climbed.

"Boom!"

The sword light struck Tang Hao, bursting violently, with fire shooting into the sky.

The midair was ablaze with ferocious flames, turning into a sea of fire that was both terrifying and spectacular.

"What... what is happening!"

The tens of thousands of spectators were at a loss for words.

They gaped at the sea of fire in the sky.

They looked up at Luo Yu, who displayed those azure wings, wielding the flaming blade and beaming with vitality.

At this moment, they suddenly didn't know how to express the shock in their hearts.

Because the experiences Luo Yu had delivered to them in this match were too many and too incredible.

"Unbelievable! This is just freaking unbelievable! Can this guy really fly?"

"Not only can he fly, but his speed is also so fast?"

"How can you consider someone like him disabled? Isn't that just dumb?"

"What's with those dragon wings on his back? Could this guy not be human?"

"What do you mean not human, have you no knowledge? It's possible that those are attached soul bones."

"Huh? What are attached soul bones?"

"With your intelligence, it's hard for me to explain. You just need to understand that attached soul bones are extremely badass, and the wings on Luo Yu's back are even more badass than that!"

"Hiss—now that you've put it that way, I get it."

In the VIP seats, the Snow Night Emperor watched Ning Fengzhi with a look of utter shock, hoping he would explain what was going on with Luo Yu's wings.

However, he discovered that Ning Fengzhi was no longer as composed as before, sharing the Emperor's amazement.

He shook his head repeatedly, emitting a wry smile.

What kind of creature was Luo Yu?

Originally, they thought he only knew how to play the piano and heal, with strong abilities, but they never imagined he would be this powerful.

The Snow Night Emperor muttered to himself.

At such a young age, Luo Yu could contend with Hao Tian Douluo, and even a fool would know what position to take to cling to those powerful coattails.

As for Davis, far away, his face revealed immense envy, jealousy, and fear.

He gratefully looked at the old man behind him.

"Uncle Wang, you saved me. Thank goodness we didn't take action against him, otherwise we wouldn't even know how we died."

The elder's tongue tasted bitter.

He had no idea that Luo Yu was such a monster; his only fear at the time was those four women.

"Crown Prince, no need to panic. As long as we unite with the Great Sects and the Tiandou Empire and devise a thorough plan, extinguishing this child in his cradle won't be difficult."

"Indeed," Davis nodded seriously.

Not only were outsiders shocked, but even the women who were closely connected to Luo Yu were dazzled.

"Brother Yu's strength is terrifying now, isn't it."

Xiaowu, Zhu Zhuqing, and several other women covered their cherry lips with their delicate hands, masking their surprised expressions.

Bi Bidong's lips curled slightly under her black veil.

Xue Wu's eyes were filled with adoration.

In the rest areas of the other competing teams.

Feng Xiaotian trembled all over, his pupils contracting together.

He also possessed wings, but those were merely condensed from Soul Light; he understood more than anyone the terror of Luo Yu's ultimate flying speed.

Fear gnawed at his spirit like a rising tide, flooding his mind.

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Only now did he understand that the opponent probably couldn't be bothered to use even one percent of their strength when dealing with him.

"Too terrifying, why is it so terrifying!"

At this moment, Feng Xiaotian, once hailed as a genius, felt completely numb.

He simply saw no hope to catch up, feeling the gap between him and Luo Yu was like several lifetimes apart.

From the direction of Mythical Beast College, the fiery and sexy leather-clad beauty Meng Yiran stood with her lips slightly parted.

Her light green beautiful eyes were filled with glistening tears as she stared at the awe-inspiring figure in the sky, too excited to speak.

It was him, it really was him!

Meng Yiran truly hadn't expected the man she dreamed of day and night to appear in disguise at the arena.

In her excitement, Meng Yiran suddenly remembered that after her defeat to Tang San, Luo Yu had called her over to his side, saying he would teach Tang San a lesson for her.

He really did what he said he would, even taking care of the opponent's father in the process.

Soon, Meng Yiran's face blushed, as if dewdrops were about to fall, too ashamed to meet anyone's gaze.

Because she remembered that she did not know who Luo Yu was at first and had confessed all of her secret crush on him.

I'm so embarrassed!

How could she face anyone after this?

What must he have thought of her at that time?

With one sword strike, he created a sea of fire across the void, causing a sensation throughout the arena, but Luo Yu's gaze was sharp, with no sign of relaxation.

Because he knew Tang Hao had not died yet.

His pupils burst with a dazzling amethyst gold light, and the Sky-Punishing Longsword in his hand hummed.

Luo Yu targeted a certain spot within the sea of fire and struck fiercely with another sword, transforming it into a cold and ruthless streak of light, showing no mercy.

"Boom!"

The sword light chopped into the sea of fire, splitting it in two, but seemed to meet resistance inside, exploding with a bang.

Embers fell from the sky towards the spectator stands.

Countless spectators instantly changed color, revealing looks of horror.

Luo Yu glanced sideways, temporarily abandoning his offensive and flapping the wings on his back. In an instant, he swept across the arena, forming a sky full of light shadow.

He shattered all the embers.

Preventing the fate of the audience below from being scorched by the flames.

Ignoring the grateful gazes cast his way, Luo Yu sharply aimed his gaze at a spot in mid-air.

A scorched silhouette emerged, holding a giant Hao Tian Hammer.

His hair, eyebrows, and beard had all been burned away, revealing a bald head.

His aura feeble and distressed, he was in a sorry state.

Tang Hao clutched the Hao Tian Hammer with trembling arms.

The skin on his face contorted together, watching Luo Yu with a very sober intensity.

"You, who exactly are you!"

"With the strength of the Seven Great Sects, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate someone of your caliber."

"Enough talk."

Luo Yu frowned, wielding his sword as a streak of light, slashing towards Tang Hao.

"Damn it!"

Tang Hao had wanted to say more to buy time for his Soul Power to recover but didn't expect the opponent to give him no chance at all.

In a hurry, he wielded his hammer to block, clanging loudly.

He was directly chopped down and fell to the ground like a meteor.

Crashing into the depths of the arena's floor.

Strike while the enemy is sick, take their life.

Luo Yu showed no intention of stopping, directly unleashing the Gale of Ten Thousand Swords Art.

In the air, he condensed countless wind blades, all slashing towards the deep pit on the arena floor.

"Boom, boom!"

Not just the grand and spacious competition venue but even the entire Tiandou City seemed to shake at that moment.

The spectators couldn't help but shudder, their mouths agape as if they could fit an apple inside.

"Too ruthless!"

"He doesn't act unless provoked, but once he does, it's just too brutal."

"This is clearly an untouchable scourge."

Luo Yu sheathed his sword, floating in the void above.

After a long while.

The ground ceased shaking, and everything seemed to return to silence.

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