The onlookers from Qing Cang City all let out cries of shock. It turned out that the victor between Pei Su Su and Li Changhao had been decided.

Pei Su Su took out her purple hairpin, allowing her hair to scatter down her shoulders. She gently waved the hairpin, and a bright, purple light appeared. It made the area look like a vast, purple lake.

Li Changhao used his blood-colored sword to slash down on the light created by Pei Su Su’s purple hairpin. It was like rain falling down on a lake.

Both side’s spirit forces were rapidly being drained. They were competing in spirit force density and the strength of their treasures. One mistake could mean a terrible loss.

Normally, this deadlock would continue—Li Changhao would continue to brandish his sword and Pei Su Su would continue to defend with the hairpin. However, in truth, Pei Su Su was secretly preparing her black flame spell.

An invisible and strange fluctuation created a strange sound, then a strange, black light appeared before Pei Su Su. At first it was the size of a bean, but it soon grew until it was the size of her palm....