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Chapter 1301 - 1295: The Murderer Ren Heng Kills

Chapter 1301: Chapter 1295: The Murderer Ren Heng Kills

The audience beneath the stage was abuzz with discussion; no one had faith in Li Changlin.

Zhao Tinghan smiled faintly and slowly raised the Blazing Flame Spear, his voice low and steady as he said, "Young Master Changlin, are you still willing to fight?"

"Of course, I’ll fight."

Li Changlin laughed heartily, "To concede without combat? That’s not the style of the Nearly Divine Tycoon. Besides, even though you wield the Power of Twenty-Two Dragons, it doesn’t mean you can surely defeat me!"

"Fine, very well. In that case, allow me to witness Young Master Changlin’s greatest techniques!"

Zhao Tinghan twirled the spear elegantly, then stepped forward and thrust it straight ahead.

God Slayer Style!

Zhao Tinghan began with a killing strike—a technique renowned for being capable of slaying even divine beings.

Of course, the era of gods had long faded. In ancient times, during the war between immortals and demons, dragons emerged, and the gods fell thereafter.

Nevertheless, the divine ability of God Slayer persisted, handed down through generations. The Zhao Family inherited this lethal art. Even though divine artifacts had been destroyed, Li Changlin was no deity.

Zhao Tinghan clearly intended to end the duel with a single move. He truly was a man of decisive ruthlessness.

Yet Li Changlin remained fearless, unleashing the Sun Star Sword Technique.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Precious Sword clashed fiercely with the Divine Spear. Neither combatant seemed able to gain the upper hand after countless exchanges.

"How is this possible!"

"Young Master Changlin’s Precious Sword can actually stand against the Blazing Flame Spear!"

"It seems this is already Young Master Changlin’s ultimate technique. Who knows who will ultimately prevail between them!"

The crowd murmured softly, their eyes fixed, unblinking, fearful of missing even a moment of the spectacle.

On the stage, spear and sword collided in rapid succession, the fight so close it was impossible to discern a victor.

Suddenly, Zhao Tinghan thrust his spear forward again; a silver radiance shimmered, blinding brilliance erupting at the tip of the spear.

In that instant, the great sun in the Sky seemed to lose its light.

Between Heaven and Earth, all that remained was the dazzling glow of the silver spear.

Zhao Tinghan was now truly unleashing his fury, wielding the Blazing Flame Spear’s ultimate technique: Heaven Breaking Style.

This overwhelming strike could shatter the very heavens. What in this world could escape annihilation under such power?

For a brief moment, all eyes widened. Many knew that this decisive move would determine the fate of the battle.

Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, as Zhao Tinghan’s lethal strike neared him, Li Changlin let his arms fall limp. The Heaven-Reliant Sword in his hands inexplicably vanished.

His posture appeared as if he had no intention of resisting. Could it be he was about to concede outright?

Whoosh!

The void trembled, the stage quivered, and a deafening roar surged from the emptiness.

A silver streak tore across the sky, blotting out the blazing sunlight, speeding directly toward Li Changlin’s chest.

Li Changlin stood engulfed by the silver radiance.

It wouldn’t be long before he would fall victim to the Blazing Flame Spear. Though he might not perish outright, he was certain to suffer severe injury.

At that moment, Zhao Tinghan’s mind was suddenly struck by a thought—should he kill this youth before him?

Li Changlin was too monstrous in talent, a genius not seen for centuries.

If twenty years were allowed to pass, who else under Heaven could stand against him? Surely other families would then face suppression and extermination at his hands!

Thus, in that moment, a fierce gleam of murderous intent ignited in Zhao Tinghan’s eyes.

He resolved that he must kill Li Changlin this time, even if it meant inviting the wrath of the Li Family—it was worth the risk!

With this decision, he pushed the power of the Blazing Flame Spear to its absolute limit.

The silver radiance surged forward, warping the void with its devastating force.

Zhao Tinghan advanced without reservation, wielding power capable of obliterating everything, aiming mercilessly at Li Changlin.

In that instant, many in the audience shut their eyes in despair.

"No!"

An elder from the Li Family cried out in terror.

"Stop, stop at once!"

High-ranking members of the Li Family had realized the danger and shouted urgently.

Zhao Tinghan’s killing intent was clear—everyone could see it plainly.

"What a pity!"

Many prominent figures from various families sneered coldly.

"No matter how strong he is, he’ll still die under Zhao Tinghan’s spear."

"Death suits him!"

Cheng Hui sneered repeatedly. With Li Changlin dead, he could finally pursue Ye Xiyao openly. Ever since learning of Li Changlin’s connection to Ye Xiyao, he had seen Li Changlin as a thorn in his side.

Now, he rejoiced quietly. He hadn’t expected Zhao Tinghan to be so decisive, choosing to eliminate Li Changlin in such a bold manner before everyone’s eyes. Truly satisfying.

Many were terrified, many were enraged, and still others were secretly snickering.

But Guo Yijun’s lips curled slightly, revealing a mocking smirk.

When Li Changlin had initially withdrawn his sword, even Guo Yijun had been momentarily stunned, thinking he had given up.

But upon seeing the youth’s calm and impassive expression, she suddenly recalled how he had defeated her previously.

While the Blazing Flame Spear was formidable, against the Grand Thousand Mirror, it would ultimately prove inferior.

At the very least, the outcome would be evenly matched.

Since Li Changlin had defeated her, he naturally had the strength to defeat the Blazing Flame Spear.

Guo Yijun harbored no doubts on this point.

At that moment, the Blazing Flame Spear was nearly upon Li Changlin’s body. Many high-ranking figures from the Li Family had already risen into the void, prepared to risk their lives to stop Zhao Tinghan’s actions.

Yet, just then, Li Changlin moved at last. He raised his hands and began drawing patterns before his chest.

A large circle manifested in front of Li Changlin. His arms trembled, and the circle rushed toward the spear tip. Within moments, it enveloped the spear shaft, and an indescribable force began twisting it.

"What is this?"

The crowd was stunned; even the Li Family elders paused, puzzled by the scene before them.

The Blazing Flame Spear, gripped by the twisting circle, turned entirely, wrenching itself free from Zhao Tinghan’s grasp.

Suddenly, the spear’s tip aimed directly at its master, stabbing downward.

Whoosh!

The spear pierced Zhao Tinghan’s body completely, launching him backward, blood spilling forth.

Li Changlin stomped the ground, launching himself into the air.

He reached out, seized the spear’s shaft, and halted its motion, while Zhao Tinghan’s lifeless body fell from the sky, hitting the ground with finality—dead beyond redemption.

Crash!

The scene shocked the entire audience. Many stood from their seats in disbelief, while members of the Zhao Family rushed forward to surround Zhao Tinghan.

But it was too late; he was beyond saving.

The Zhao Family Patriarch roared furiously, accusing Li Changlin of senseless slaughter.

Li Changlin responded with only a cold, indifferent glance, refusing to speak further. He gripped the Blazing Flame Spear firmly and returned to the stage.

He had killed Zhao Tinghan because Zhao Tinghan had sought to end his life.

A killer deserves their reckoning; Li Changlin felt no guilt over his actions.

The Zhao Family Patriarch sputtered a few angry words, but sensing the gravity of the situation, his tone grew weaker. Finally, gritting his teeth, he waved his hand and ordered his clansmen to carry Zhao Tinghan’s body away.