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Xuan Yang's eyes widened in fury as he let out a thunderous roar that echoed like rolling thunder through the skies.
In an instant, a dazzling golden light radiated from his entire body, the brilliance swirling and dancing like fierce flames upon his skin.
This was the terrifying sight of his spiritual power surging to its peak within him.
Xuan Yang clenched his fists tightly, his joints turning white from the strain, veins bulging prominently.
His body leaned slightly forward, adopting a stance as if he were about to charge into battle.
At the same time, as he gathered his strength, the solid ground beneath him began to crack inch by inch, countless tiny fissures spreading rapidly like a spider's web.
At this moment, every muscle in Xuan Yang's body was taut, resembling a bow drawn to its limit, containing explosive power capable of devastating the world.
Opposing him was Lu Zhiyuan, wielding a strangely shaped long sword.
The sword was entirely black as ink, deep and dark, as if it could swallow all light from the world.
At this moment, the mysterious long sword trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, seemingly eager to engage Xuan Yang in an exhilarating battle.
Without delay, Xuan Yang suddenly swung his fist forward, a brilliant golden light shining from his knuckles like a blazing sun.
Lu Zhiyuan did not back down; with a swift motion of his sword, he unleashed a black blade of energy that rushed straight toward Xuan Yang's attack.
With a resounding clang, the two forces collided violently, instantly erupting into countless sparks and ripples of energy.
The two sides clashed fiercely, neither willing to back down, each violent encounter triggering a series of deafening booms.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Each impact felt like two meteors colliding violently in the sky, the powerful shockwaves causing the entire square to tremble.
In this astonishing battle, sand and stones flew, dust swirling in the air.
What was once a flat and open square had instantly turned into a wasteland, littered with broken stones and rubble.
The debris, swept up by the powerful currents of air, danced like leaves caught in a tempest, obscuring the figures of Xuan Yang and Lu Zhiyuan as they fought fiercely.
People could only catch glimpses through the thick haze, faintly seeing golden flashes intertwining with black sword lights, endlessly entangled.
This was the most direct and brutal clash of power, a life-and-death struggle.
"You have no idea what I bear!" Lu Zhiyuan's voice roared like a demon from the Nine Nether Hell, each word dripping with endless hatred and madness, as if he wanted to drag everything in the world into a dark abyss.
His Dual Eyes glowed crimson, bloodshot and wild; his once handsome face was now twisted and grotesque, devoid of any trace of his former elegance.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, the sound echoing as if he might shatter them.
His eyes were filled with defiance and rage, like a wounded beast that would never give up resisting even in dire straits.
He threw punch after punch, each one fueled by all his strength, as if he were venting all his anger, resentment, and unyielding spirit against fate.
His fist cut through the air like a shooting star, accompanied by a sharp whistle as it struck fiercely towards Lu Zhiyuan.
"Damn it, how can this guy be so strong?" Xuan Yang cursed inwardly. He could sense that Lu Zhiyuan's power was even more terrifying and elusive than before.
It was a kind of despairing strength, as if he were not facing a person, but an endless expanse of darkness.
Qu Si Yang lay on the ground not far away.
Her once vibrant face was now as pale as paper, devoid of color, with a trace of blood lingering at the corner of her mouth, a shocking sight.
Her breath was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Yet she still struggled to keep her eyes open, her beautiful gaze fixed intently on Xuan Yang.
In her eyes were filled with worry and encouragement, as if she were saying, "Xuan Yang, you can do it! Keep going!"
She hoped that Xuan Yang could hold on, defeat Lu Zhiyuan, and take her along to survive.
She believed that Xuan Yang could achieve it because he was the hero in her heart, the one she loved most.
The Trialists surrounding the square had long been terrified by this earth-shattering battle.
They scurried like frightened quails, hiding in every corner of the ruins, trembling and afraid to even breathe.
They watched the battle in terror, their hearts filled with fear and despair, as if the end of the world had come.
They couldn't understand why the trial had turned into this, why Lu Zhiyuan had become the Lord of Shadows, and why Xuan Yang was fighting him.
Everything was beyond their comprehension; they felt like ants caught in a terrifying storm, ready to be crushed at any moment.
"What the hell... what is going on? This guy... he can actually hold his own against the Lord of Shadows?" One Trialist crouched behind a massive stone slab, only half of his head visible. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the battlefield, his voice trembling with disbelief as if witnessing something unbelievable.
"Damn it! Who is this kid? How can he be so powerful? That golden fist of his looks terrifying!" Another Trialist peeked out, his face etched with surprise and confusion, tinged with a hint of fear.
"This kid... could he be some hidden powerhouse? Playing possum? I've heard that some experts like to do that—hide their strength and then reveal it dramatically at a crucial moment!" another Trialist remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm but more so with admiration. After all, being able to contend with the Lord of Shadows in such circumstances was no small feat.
"Whatever he is, he's definitely stronger than us. We should focus on how to survive," one Trialist said, his voice heavy with resignation and envy.
He glanced at the weapon in his hand and then back at the earth-shattering battle unfolding before him, bitterness welling up inside.
"We should get out of here quickly; if we get caught up in this mess, we're done for," suggested another Trialist, his voice trembling slightly, clearly shaken by fear.
"Run? Where can we run to? Look around; this entire square has been turned into a disaster zone, like the apocalypse. Where can we escape to? Who knows what dangers await us outside!" another Trialist replied, despair written all over his face.
He surveyed the surroundings—ruins and debris scattered everywhere—where was there any safe place left?
"What do we do then? Are we just going to wait here to die?" one Trialist asked, his voice filled with terror and helplessness as he clutched his head tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Wait for death? No, we can't wait for death; we must find a way to survive! There has to be a way, there must be!" one Trialist exclaimed, his eyes shining with determination as if he had caught a glimpse of hope in the darkness.
"How can we survive? Look at them fighting like that; if we go up, it's just a death sentence! That's the Lord of Shadows; with a single finger, he could crush us!" another Trialist replied, despair etched across his face, clearly having lost all hope.
"No, we won't go up. We'll stay right here and wait until they're done fighting. I refuse to believe they can keep this up forever; they'll get tired eventually, right?" another Trialist suggested, a glint of cunning in his eyes.
"Is that really going to work? What if they come here after they're done? We won't have anywhere to hide!" one Trialist asked, worry written all over his face.
"Well, there's nothing else we can do; we have to take a gamble! It's better than going out there and getting killed!" another Trialist declared, a resolute expression on his face.
"Alright then, let's take the gamble! May the heavens protect us; I hope we can survive!" the other Trialists echoed, their faces reflecting resignation and prayer.
Thus, these Trialists huddled in the ruins like a group of frightened mice, anxiously watching the battle unfold.
Their hearts were filled with fear and unease, but all they could do was pray—pray for the battle to end quickly and for their own survival.
At that moment, Xuan Yang suddenly let out a roar that resonated like the roar of dragons and tigers, shaking the very ground around them.
His body radiated dazzling golden light, more intense and brilliant than before, resembling a golden sun that illuminated the entire square, dispelling the darkness and bringing forth light.
Behind him, countless shadows suddenly emerged. These shadows danced through the air like black phantoms, emitting chilling cries that sent shivers down one's spine.
Some of these shadows resembled fierce beasts, others looked like vengeful spirits, while some took on the forms of weapons—each varied in shape but all exuding an aura of terror.
"Multiple Shadow Puppets! This... he has actually mastered this secret technique!" Panic crept into Lu Zhiyuan's voice as he seemed to recognize the origin of these shadows.
"Go!" Xuan Yang roared, his voice filled with power and confidence, as if he controlled everything in this world.
The shadows shot forth like arrows released from a bow, racing towards Lu Zhiyuan with incredible speed, almost transforming into streaks of black lightning that left afterimages in the air.
Lu Zhiyuan hurriedly swung his long sword, trying to fend off the attacks from the shadows.
The pitch-black sword seemed to transform into a black dragon at that moment, twisting and soaring through the air as it engaged in a fierce battle with the shadows.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of swords clashing with shadows echoed like a relentless downpour of rain.
However, there were too many shadows, and their speed was too great; Lu Zhiyuan could not defend against them all.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Shadow after shadow pierced Lu Zhiyuan's body, producing a sickening sound.
His body trembled continuously, letting out groans of pain as if he were enduring immense suffering.
"Ah!" Lu Zhiyuan screamed in agony as the shadows tore through him, blood splattering and staining the ground.
A look of pain and ferocity crossed his face as he realized that he had been pushed to this point by Xuan Yang.
The square fell into silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
All the Trialists were stunned, their mouths agape and eyes wide in disbelief as they watched the scene unfold before them.
They never expected Xuan Yang to defeat Lu Zhiyuan; it was simply unbelievable!
"Is this... is this real? Am I dreaming?" one Trialist murmured to himself, pinching his arm hard enough to wince in pain, yet still unable to believe his eyes.
"Unbelievable! Brother Xuan Yang is amazing!" another Trialist shouted excitedly, his face alight with enthusiasm and admiration.
Standing in the center of the square, Xuan Yang's golden aura gradually faded, revealing his weary form.
His complexion was pale, his breath shallow, and his body trembled slightly, clearly at its limit.
"Huff... huff..."
He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently as if he might collapse at any moment.
Slowly, he turned to look at Qu Si Yang, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern.
With great effort, he walked step by step toward Qu Si Yang, each movement heavy and laborious.
He knelt down, gently holding her in his arms as if cradling a rare treasure.
"Si Yang, I won," Xuan Yang said softly, his voice filled with exhaustion and relief, along with a hint of pride.
Qu Si Yang lay in Xuan Yang's embrace, a faint smile gracing her lips. That smile was like the warmest sunlight of spring, capable of melting away all ice and snow.
Her eyes were filled with happiness and contentment, as if she were gazing upon the most beautiful things in the world.
"Xuan Yang, you're amazing. I knew... you could do it," Qu Si Yang whispered. Her voice was weak yet brimming with affection, each word seeming to emerge from the depths of her heart.
Xuan Yang held Qu Si Yang tightly, warmth and emotion flooding his heart.
He knew that his victory was due to Qu Si Yang—her love and encouragement had given him boundless strength.
Around the square, the Trialists emerged from the ruins, watching Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang with eyes full of admiration and envy.
They understood that Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were true heroes, role models for them to learn from.
"Brother Xuan Yang, you're incredible!"
"Sister Si Yang, are you alright?"
"You two are truly our idols!"
The Trialists gathered around, expressing their concern.
At that moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the square, silently materializing before Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang like a ghost.
The figure emanated a chilling aura, as if it had crawled out from the depths of hell.
It was the Shadow.
The Shadow gazed at Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang, his eyes filled with rage and murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear them apart.
He slowly raised his right hand, revealing a black dagger that appeared in his grasp.
The dagger glimmered with a cold light, resembling the scythe of death, exuding an air of mortality.
"You all must die!" The Shadow's voice roared like a howl from hell, filled with endless resentment and madness. Each word felt like a cold knife piercing into the hearts of Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang.
Both Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were stunned; they had not expected the Shadow to appear here.
Their hearts were filled with fear and unease as they realized they were about to face an even more dangerous battle.
The Shadow's dagger lunged toward Xuan Yang with blinding speed, almost transforming into a bolt of black lightning…
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