Chapter 617: Death of a Legend

With just a slight pause, he appeared in front of the tip of the demonic blade. With a clang, the rusted sword and the magic saber collided with the big sword tip at the same time.

This strike seemed to carry a rare magic power. Golden and silver patterns started to spread out wildly along the giant pitch-black demonic blade.

In the blink of an eye, the entire blade was covered in gold and silver. Ding Hao slowly withdrew his sword and saber, then he blew a breath at the black demonic blade. This sword, which seemed powerful enough to destroy the world, suddenly became as fragile as a sick patient. It broke into tens of millions of fragments, dissipating like black butterflies.

The black mist all over the sky was dissipated in an instant.

"Puff!"

In the distance, Mu Tianyang spat out a mouthful of blood. He took a step back, and the snow sword in his hand was instantly broken into tens of millions of pieces.

"Let's fight. Mu Tianyang, it is your turn to take one move from me!"

Ding Hao laughed out loud.

He floated in the air. The silver icy Qi and golden flame around him were transformed into various shapes, like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. He shook his left hand and swung the magic saber. The flames in the void soared, and the temperature within a radius of thousands of meters suddenly rose; it felt like a hot summer. He raised his hand, and a hundred-meter-long saber light appeared. The cold light was like the Milky Way hanging down from the sky, with which he cut like lightning.

This was his first attack.

Boom!

As the saber fell, the South Peak roared. Endless fire instantly covered the entire peak.

Mu Tianyang yelled and fought back.

But he was overwhelmed by this power. Although his whole body was bursting with endless Qi to resist, he failed to escape and was in the end enveloped in the flames of the saber light.

The crowd present exclaimed.

This was Ding Hao's first real attack. It seemed that Mu Tianyang had consumed all his strength after two consecutive strikes and could not resist it at all. The odds were against him.

The flames went out.

Everyone was stunned.

The thousand-meter-high South Peak of the Frozen Peak had been there for many years, but then everything changed.

After Ding Hao's strike, the hundred-meter-high tip of the peak was melted by the scorching saber Qi in an instant. The thousand-year-old ice was turned into boiling water and then precipitated like a waterfall. Even so, before the stream reached the ground, it was frozen by the cold temperature below and turned into pillars of ice crystals hanging on the mountainside, forming a rare spectacle.

But it was more than the melting of the mountain peak.

What was even more shocking was that the entire South Peak had been cut into two pieces from the middle.

Like a ravine, a gap of less than half a meter divided the southern peak into east and west. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.

Mu Tianyang had completely disappeared.

Looking from afar, there seemed to be no blood nor broken bones, as if Mu Tianyang had been melted into the air by the hot saber flame. Only the snow sword, which had never left him, was broken. The remaining third of the blade had been inserted into an ice rock. It trembled slightly in silence as it was filled by mottled marks.

Ding Hao floated in the air.

He was surrounded by ice and hot flames. With such divine radiance from the two kinds of Qi, he was while dazzling, with bursting saber intent and sword intent. The crowd no longer dared to directly at him.

The momentum he carried was comparable to that of a supreme emperor who dominated the world.

All the martial artists in Snow Province were only able to look up and tremble uncontrollably, a move which stirred their souls.

There had never been such a battle in Snow Province, and there had never been such a peerless master.

For tens of millions of years, the heads of the nine major sects— such as Lu Xiongfei, Fang Xiaoan and Li Jianyi—had been at the pinnacle of martial arts in the whole Snow Province. They came and went in a rush, and seldom revealed themselves. Those masters would only fight in the Heaven Battlefield which was beyond the reach of ordinary warriors. For many people, they had become almost legendary.

But this day, their knowledge of martial arts had been greatly refreshed.

Even the Mysterious Frost Holy Guards in the distance were shocked. There was an odd gleam in Feng Chao's eyes. He felt a flicker of regret.

He wouldn't have provoked the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect if he had known that Ding Hao was such a monster. Unfortunately, he had been involved too deeply and couldn't get out at all. Moreover, he knew that a vengeful person like Ding Hao would never let go of him.

At this point, he had to strike first.

"Uh... he failed to withstand the attack. Is he dead?"

Ding Hao was a little surprised. Standing in the void, he released his Divine Senses which flowed like a tide to search around.

The strike just then didn't activate the forbidden power of the sword and saber. Instead, it was the strongest strike of the Saintly Being of Saber and Sword after the combination of the sword and saber. The Heaven Fire Qi and the Hell Ice Qi were restraining each other. When forced together, they could produce a terrible explosive force.

That strike was enough to defeat a one-apertured Martial Emperor in an instant.

However...

"With the strength and luck that Mu Tianyang has shown, he shouldn't have been unable to withstand this strike. The power from his snow sword and the demonic blade was at least at the level of a two-apertured Martial Emperor. Why did all his aura disappear... Was he strong in attack but weak in defense? Or, did the two moves consume all of his Qi?"

Ding Hao was a little confused.

The divine sense of the Mind Essential flowed like a tide and covered the area within a few kilometers, but it did not find Mu Tianyang's aura.

Ding Hao slowly landed on the South Peak, which had already been broken into two.

The snow sword was mottled, leaving only a small part at the hilt. The blade was not broken; it had once again been inserted into the snow-capped peak. It trembled slightly in the cold wind, squealing.

"Huh? This is..."

Ding Hao saw bloodstains on the blade.

On top of the ice peak, there were bits and pieces of flesh and bones, which were undetectable If one didn't look carefully. Most of them had already been frozen into pieces of ice and snow.

Could it be that Mu Tianyang had been smashed to death?

Ding Hao didn't foresee such an ending.

He didn't expect that such a genius in the Snow Province wouldn't even have been able to take one move from him.

Ding Hao slowly put away the sword and saber and sighed.

It seemed that this genius of the Tranquility Academy, who had outshone countless rising stars in the whole Snow Province, had finally died.

It was at this moment that many onlookers on the periphery had finally understood what happened.

This result was beyond many people's expectations.

They had expected it to be a well-matched battle. No one had thought it would end like this. They felt a little empty-hearted, as if the play they were watching had not yet reached its climax when the curtain fell.

The strength that Mu Tianyang had displayed was not weak at all.

It far exceeded any expert from Snow Province.

In particular, the power of the snow sword and the demonic blade was so strong that it was enough to kill any martial arts master in Snow Province within a second in the past.

But Ding Hao was peerless.

His power was simply menacing.

Three years prior, when they agreed to fight at the Frozen Peak, no one had expected that it would end like this. At that time, Mu Tianyang was the legend, invincible among all the members of the young generation of the Human Clan and the Demon Clan in the Snow Province. Ding Hao was merely a nominal disciple who had just reached the Martial Disciple Realm, but at the moment...

"Geniuses emerge every generation, each taking the lead for a few hundred years."

At that moment, countless martial artists of Snow Province couldn't help but sigh—the current era didn't belong to the "Child Prodigy" Mu Tianyang, but to Ding Hao.

A legend had fallen.

A more legendary star had risen.

Ding Hao stood on the South Peak—which had been cut into two pieces and frozen in the void—and shouted, "Where is the Tranquility Academy?"

There were at least thousands of people around Frozen Peak, but no one answered.

People looked around and were surprised to find that no one from the Tranquility Academy had tagged along with Mu Tianyang, as if not treating this as an important matter; this was supposed to be the battle that would determine the fate of their sect.

Could it be that they had already known the outcome of this battle, so they chose to give up?

In this way, Mu Tianyang's fate would have been rather tragic.

Right at this moment...

On the snow-capped peak, Feng Chao, the leader of the Mysterious Frost Holy Guards, sneered. Suddenly, flames surged all over his body, and he rushed up to the sky and shouted, "Ding Hao, stop making a scene. You've made a big mistake. Do you have any confessions to make?"

The way things had developed exceeded many people's expectations.

"Is the Mysterious Frost Holy Guard finally targeting Ding Hao?"

Ding Hao looked at Feng Chao, his eyes cold as knives, and said, "What am I guilty of?"

"Humph, how shameless. Mu Tianyang is a member of ours. He became one of the Mysterious Frost Holy Guards half a year ago. Today, you have already won the battle, but you deliberately killed him. Are you trying to challenge us?" Feng Chao questioned him in a cold voice.

Ding Hao didn't respond.

Instead, he lowered his head and thought.

After a long while, Ding Hao looked up and said, "A wicked man like you, who always hides in the dark to scheme and plot, dares to talk to me like this? You know full well what you did during the battle against the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. I won't let you go. Now you have the nerve to jump out to complain first. Let me guess... Who gave you the courage?"

Feng Chao felt a chill in his heart, but he sneered and said, " You will know when you die..."

A mocking smile appeared on Ding Hao's face. "You must have some secret backing, so you don't feel any fear, do you?"

Feng Chao's face changed, but he kept sneering. "Of course, I'm not afraid of someone who is destined to die. No one in the world can remain among the living after killing the Mysterious Frost Holy Guard."

"You're as confident as an idiot." Ding Hao's eyes moved away from him. Suddenly, he turned around and pointed with his finger. The bright sword light burst out and shot toward the southwest. He shouted coldly, "Sneaky thing, you've been hiding for a long time. Come out!".....