My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 672: Blazing Ember Slash

"This is the end for you, you arrogant bitch! There’s no way you’ll be able to dodge this—Tier-8 Forbidden Magic! HAHAHA!"

As soon as the crowd heard those words, panic swept through the stadium like wildfire. People’s legs trembled uncontrollably, their hearts pounding faster and faster as the ominous purple aura above the arena grew larger, darker, more menacing.

The violent mana began to solidify, taking the shape of a massive scythe with a jagged, gleaming purple blade. Its very presence felt suffocating—like death itself looming overhead. Many in the crowd clutched their throats instinctively, as if that monstrous weapon might slice their necks clean in the next heartbeat.

"This is it!" Skull Hunter roared, his laughter echoing like the cries of a madman. "I’ll kill everyone in this stadium and reduce it to rubble—a reminder to anyone foolish enough to defy the Golden Skull Organization!"

His twisted grin stretched wider as he turned his gaze to Valeria, hoping to see fear etched on her face. But there was none.

Valeria looked up at the colossal scythe, her expression unchanging—calm, almost amused. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her voice dripping with mockery as she spoke:

"Do you really think a lowly attack like that could kill me? You’re just too full of yourself."

She snorted, her eyes narrowing with disdain.

"Know your place."

In a blur of motion, Valeria swung her sword upward with blinding speed. A powerful sword arc, radiant with destructive energy, shot out from her blade, slicing through the air like a divine judgment.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the entire stadium. The resulting shockwave blasted outward, shaking the very foundations of the arena. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and chunks of stone crumbled from the stands. People screamed, some collapsing from the sheer force of the blast.

"AGH! COUGH! COUGH!"

Skull Hunter doubled over, coughing violently as blood spattered from his lips. His Forbidden Magic had been completely obliterated—shattered effortlessly by Valeria’s sword arc. The backlash hit him like a tidal wave.

Because his spell was broken midway, he suffered severe internal injuries. His chest burned with excruciating pain, as if his organs were being set on fire. His mana—his life force—bled away uncontrollably, leaving him weak and breathless.

’This is impossible! How did she break my Forbidden Magic so easily? Did she... did she use some kind of ancient artifact?!’

Skull Hunter’s eyes trembled with disbelief as he stared at Valeria, who stood there unscathed, her blade gleaming ominously in the fractured light.

But even through the agony, Skull Hunter refused to give in. His pride wouldn’t allow it. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists tightly, rage boiling beneath his skin.

’This isn’t the end... I have to muster everything I’ve got. I’ll make this bitch pay for everything!’

With a defiant snarl, he wiped the blood from his mouth and forced himself back to his feet, though his body screamed in protest. His legs wobbled, but his glare remained sharp, burning with hatred.

"You... bitch!" Skull Hunter growled through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and filled with venom. His blood boiled with rage as he locked eyes with Valeria, determined to fight until his last breath.

"Oh? What are you planning to do now? Your Forbidden Magic is useless against me. There’s nothing you can do. You’re too weak!" Valeria mocked, her voice dripping with contempt as she stood before him, relishing the despair she hoped to see in his eyes.

"And I don’t have time to waste on someone so pathetic. You’re utterly disgusting," she sneered, raising her sword high, the gleaming tip catching the light as it pointed toward the sky.

"With this attack, I’ll end your miserable life once and for all. Prepare yourself... for hell!" Valeria’s voice turned cold, bone-chilling, sending a ripple of fear through the crowd gathered in the stadium.

Despite their terror, those in the VIP rooms leaned forward eagerly, their eyes glued to Valeria, eager to witness how she would deliver the final blow to Skull Hunter.

Meanwhile, inside one of the VIP rooms, Yuan watched the chaos unfold below with an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His wives mirrored his expression, their eyes gleaming with intrigue rather than fear. Miss Zara leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued, while Little Zoe watched with an almost childlike fascination, as if this monstrous spectacle was nothing more than entertainment.

Inside the VIP room, Aisha sat beside Yuan, gently holding his hand. Unlike the others, her expression wasn’t one of amusement. There was a flicker of panic in her eyes, her grip tightening slightly as she felt the suffocating, oppressive aura radiating from the monstrous form below. It wasn’t just fear—it felt like her very life was being threatened.

Her heart raced as her gaze shifted to Valeria, who stood confidently before the beast, an infuriating smirk still etched on her face. Despite the terrifying creature towering over her, Valeria’s arrogance remained unshaken.

Aisha’s worry grew. She turned to Yuan, her voice low but filled with concern.

"Will she be okay? That monster is clearly stronger than an SS-rank. It won’t be easy for her to defeat it... and she’ll probably get hurt in the process. This thing isn’t like the others—it’s an abomination," Aisha whispered, her brows furrowed.

Yuan chuckled softly, his fingers curling around hers as he pulled her a little closer.

"Don’t worry, Aunt Aisha," he replied with an amused smile. "She’ll be fine. In fact, you’ll be surprised at how easily she handles it. So, keep your eyes on her... or you might miss it."

Aisha blinked, momentarily puzzled by his confidence. But then, noticing how he held her hand and the playful glint in his eyes, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

’Is my nephew... hitting on me?’ she mused, amused by the thought. ’Is he after my body? Judging from that look... oh, he definitely is. There’s no doubt about it.’ Her smirk deepened, though she said nothing, simply enjoying the moment.

Meanwhile, down in the arena, Valeria tightened her grip on her sword. She inhaled deeply, her expression shifting from smug to focused.

’Let’s end this with a single strike. Dragging this out would be boring—and besides, I’m already missing Yuan’s warmth.’

Her eyes glinted with excitement. ’This is the perfect training dummy to test that new sword technique I learned in the Secret Realm. Let’s see its full potential.’

She planted her feet firmly on the ground, her stance sharp and unwavering. A sudden burst of Spiritual Energy erupted from her body, sweeping across the stadium like an invisible wave. The crowd gasped as they felt it—an overwhelming force, both powerful and mysterious, that made their hearts race and their knees buckle.

Even the monstrous creature hesitated, its glowing eyes narrowing in confusion and fear. It could feel it too—an aura far more dangerous than its own.

Valeria’s sword began to shimmer, the blade coated in a vibrant layer of Qi. The temperature in the arena skyrocketed, causing beads of sweat to form on the faces of those watching from the stands.

In a voice barely above a whisper, she muttered:

"Blazing Ember Slash."

The sword ignited with blinding intensity, the heat distorting the very air around her.

Ding!

A sharp, crystalline note rang out as Valeria swung her blade. Her speed was unimaginable. The monster didn’t even have a chance to react. One moment it was standing tall—the next, it was sliced clean in half.

Thud!

The two severed halves of the beast crashed to the ground with a deafening bang, dust and debris scattering in all directions.

Silence.

The crowd stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as the dust settled. Not a single soul spoke.

What they had just witnessed was impossible. A creature of unimaginable strength—felled in a single strike.