"Witnesses!" Qian Duoduo cupped his hands towards the high platform and then brought out twelve more Corpse Puppets. "Let's fight to the death!"

Sima Qiankun, the Fire Dragon, saw that the Martial Arts Stage was already densely packed with forty-eight Corpse Puppets, each holding a Cold Flame Pure Snow Spear, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"How many more do you have?"

"How many more do you want?" Qian Duoduo replied with a smile.

"Let's start with these and see if you're a Fire Dragon or a fire worm!"

Qian Duoduo's Soul Blade sliced through the air, and an Azure Dragon lunged towards the Fire Dragon.

At the same time, all the Corpse Puppets on the Martial Arts Stage shot their snow spears at the Fire Dragon.

Sima Qiankun bared his fangs and claws, and his fire power greatly increased.

From the Fire Dragon's mouth, claws, and tail, pillars of fire shot out, burning towards the area below the Martial Arts Stage.

For a time, the Martial Arts Stage was divided into two completely different worlds.

The upper half was rolling flames, and the lower half was pristine white snow.

After more than a dozen exchanges, neither Qian Duoduo nor Sima Qiankun could gain an advantage over the other.

Qian Duoduo's Spiritual Awareness stirred, and the forty-eight Corpse Puppets simultaneously threw their Cold Flame Pure Snow Spears at the Fire Dragon.

The forty-eight Cold Flame Pure Snow Spears were like forty-eight venomous snakes, flying closer to the Fire Dragon.

Sima Qiankun danced with his Dragon claws and Dragon tail, trying to use pillars of fire to knock away these Cold Flame Pure Snow Spears.

From his lack of panic, it was clear he had never suffered a major loss at the hands of an Artifact Refiner.

"Explode!" Qian Duoduo shouted in his mind.

The forty-eight Cold Flame Pure Snow Spears exploded simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The deafening explosion made the eight Peak Masters watching from the high platform stand up.

The Elders behind them craned their necks even further, wanting to see what exactly was happening here.

On another Martial Arts Stage, Ming Huanhuan was currently sparring with a Protector.

The explosion startled them, causing them to pause their fierce battle.

Under everyone's gaze, the Fire Dragon Sima Qiankun, who had taken the brunt of the explosion, revealed his true form.

The Fire Dragon could no longer be described as merely miserable.

One Dragon claw was blown off, half of his Dragon tail was gone, and countless Dragon scales had fallen from his Dragon body.

The Fire Dragon's Dragon form could no longer be maintained, and it began to shift between a Dragon and a giant sword.

"Don't run!"

Qian Duoduo's Spiritual Awareness stirred, and he commanded all the Corpse Puppets to shoot the Zombie Blood Claws on their arms at the Fire Dragon.

One blood claw after another, like long arrows piercing the air, flew straight for the Fire Dragon's vital point—the Dragon head.

Seeing this, Sima Qiankun, who was dazed from the explosion, tried to flee into the distance, but his Dragon body had not yet recovered enough to obey him, and dozens of blood claws landed squarely on his Dragon head.

"Swish!"

The Fire Dragon immediately dispersed, transforming into a giant sword and Sima Qiankun, who fell from the sky.

The giant sword reverted to a mid-grade artisan artifact, and Sima Qiankun was covered in blood, his eyes tightly shut, his limbs broken like wooden sticks, his fate unknown.

At this moment, the one who should be most grateful was Shi Chongyang.

If he had stubbornly fought Qian Duoduo to the end, it would be he who was now of unknown fate.

As Sima Qiankun, falling from the sky, was about to land on the Martial Arts Stage, the Corpse Puppets below would immediately tear him to shreds.

However, less than a foot from the Corpse Puppets' fingertips, Sima Qiankun's body froze.

"I concede for him."

A voice came from the high platform. It was Old Ancestor Pang.

For a Peak Master to be unable to resist intervening to save him, it showed how favored Sima Qiankun was on Left Eye Peak.

It was precisely this favoritism that had nurtured his personality of not being able to tolerate even the slightest loss.

This Peak Master, who had saved Qian Duoduo's life, the grandfather of Pang Yunxiao and Pang Yunhan, how could Qian Duoduo not give him Face, and how could he dare to provoke him? He obediently put away his Corpse Puppets.

"I won't let you suffer a loss either."

Old Ancestor Pang's tone shifted, and with a wave of his finger, a token flew in front of Qian Duoduo. "From now on, you are also a Gold Medal Protector of Left Eye Peak."