The fierce wind howled, apanied by bursts of thunder that swirled around Clint.


    As he swiped at one of the challengers, two tornadoes converged at the point of his attack, instantly forming a hurricane powerful enough to sweep across thend.


    In the eye of the storm, a thunderp resounded through the sky, striking the two opponents in the center and leaving them utterly defenseless.


    Witnessing this awe-inspiring disy, the spectators could not help but marvel at Clint''s immense power.


    "As expected of the previous champion."


    "Indeed, challenging him is just asking for trouble."


    "This young man looks barely in his 20s, yet he possesses such cultivation. It''s truly eye-opening."


    With just one move, Clint defeated his opponents, which prompted the crowd to burst into enthusiastic apuse.


    The Summit of Ten Thousand Dynasties had only just begun, but it had already reached a thrilling climax.


    Several challengers of varying abilities stepped up to face Clint, but all were met with defeat.


    The host was brimming with excitement as he eximed, "Oh my! As expected of the previous champion, Mr. Melton''s cultivation seems unmatched in this arena! Therefore, let us..." "Wait!"


    A voice interrupted the host. The crowd turned toward the source of the voice.


    A stunning figure appeared. She was beautiful with a captivating gaze. She had a magnificent white tail behind her, and her long beast ears were adorned with borate decorations. She gracefully entered the barrier while unfurling a luxurious fan. Half her face was covered as she cast a teasing nce at Clint.


    "That''s... That''s..." The host was now even more excited as he shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, the battle continues! Please wee the Fox Queen, Ember Dax!"


    The host then stepped aside.


    Clint looked at the woman with disdain. Sensing the scorn in his eyes, Ember smiled and walked


    toward him while asking, "What''s the matter? Do you think a young woman like me is unworthy of fighting against you?"


    Seeing her approach, Clint instantly prepared for battle.


    "No, that''s not what I meant. As the Fox Queen, you must possess considerable strength."


    "Then why not make the first move?" Ember had already closed the distance between them.


    Clint stomped his foot, activating an array, but it did not seem tounch any attack.


    "Out of respect, I invite you to start first."


    "Oh? Such a gentleman. Well then, I shall oblige!"


    Instantly, a thick white mist


    enveloped the arena. This mist, infused with demonic power,


    obscured the vision of the spectators.


    "Clint?!" Nash noticed something was wrong.


    "This level of mist should be easy for Mr. Melton to dispel. What''s the problem?" Ryan asked, feeling puzzled.


    Having used the Nirvana Fire before,


    Nash knew that this was not any ordinary mist-it was the fog


    vonevel


    produced when Nirvana Fire was burning!


    The widespread and dense use of this technique would have drained Nash''s true energypletely.


    "What? That''s the Nirvana Fire?" Ryan and the others tensed up immediately.


    Seeing the lingering smoke, Benedict asked in confusion, "Why hasn''t the fog cleared yet? Haven''t they decided the winner?"


    Nash shook his head. "I can still sense Clint''s barrier. It seems like it''s not over yet. Zaafea, what do you think..."