“You!”
Milis’s divine eyes widened to their limit.
This time, Luo Xiya didn’t flash to her sides, but behind her.
The Illusory Weapon pierced her body, and she could clearly feel her magic draining away.
Even worse, her mental strength was fading even faster.
If this continued, her Seraphim Form would soon be automatically released.
She… was really going to lose.
And in such a humiliating way.
If they fought head-on, she could crush her opponent like an ant.
Yet in the end, she was the one being toyed with and defeated.
“Do you surrender?”
Luo Xiya stepped on her back, leaning close to her ear.
“Heh.”
Milis suddenly let out a cold laugh.
Luo Xiya’s pupils shrank, an uneasy feeling surging within her.
Almost by instinct, she tried to pull the blade out of Milis’s body without a second thought.
But Milis didn’t give her the chance.
Driven by a resolve to drag them both down, she used all her magic to grab the blade’s edge.
Magic poured from her body at a terrifying speed, but now, she couldn’t help but feel a wild elation.
Because in the end, Luo Xiya hesitated.
She didn’t immediately abandon her sword and flee.
In that case, you can die with me…
She didn’t truly want to kill Luo Xiya.
But with the fight reaching this point, and blood boiling, both had ‘seen red,’ easily forgetting the consequences.
Her wings unfurled, blazing Holy Flame erupting from their tips, aiming to incinerate Luo Xiya to ashes.
At the same time, she ignited the purest essence of her own blood.
Such an act brought permanent aftereffects, but Milis could no longer care.
Luo Xiya sensed the terrifying golden flames beside her.
She realized—this time, she truly couldn’t escape.
Above the stage, Roman urgently grabbed Rosetta’s arm, his face tense.
Before he could speak, Rosetta had already seen the battle had escalated to a death match.
If she didn’t intervene, the consequences would be dire.
With a flash, she leapt off the stage and rushed toward the two combatants.
In the air, Luo Xiya didn’t notice Rosetta’s movement.
Now, she made the same decisive choice as Milis.
‘Disintegrate.’
Summoning her Sacred Seal with all her remaining mental strength, a cold light shone in Luo Xiya’s eyes.
She no longer cared about the consequences—her only thought was to seize victory.
Her right hand plunged into Milis’s golden flames.
Then… she seized Milis’s root wing and tore it off from the base!
Milis let out a soul-wrenching scream, the burning golden flames extinguishing instantly.
Her expression went blank, her eyes losing light, and she collapsed like a broken doll in Luo Xiya’s arms.
“No…”
Milis’s final, resentful cry faded, and then she lost consciousness.
The scene below truly resembled the fall of a myth.
Facing such a duel, the audience dared not utter a sound, silently watching as Luo Xiya and Milis fell together.
The fallen angel with broken wings was caught by a figure.
Rosetta’s face was heavy with grief.
She reached out to steady Luo Xiya as well, preventing her from crashing to the ground from exhaustion and causing further harm.
But she felt only bitter.
When she sensed things going wrong and rushed to save them, Luo Xiya hadn’t resisted, instead choosing the same path as Milis, determined to break her wing even if it meant mutual destruction.
What troubled her most was why the Holy Throne remained unmoved, calmly seated above.
Did she also fail to react in time?
Upon landing, she first laid Milis’s body gently on the ground, then frowned as she looked at Luo Xiya.
The once elegant and beautiful girl was now in a pitiful state, her clothes tattered, revealing not fair skin but bright, bloody wounds.
She hugged her own shoulder in silence.
Rosetta looked at her right arm and shuddered.
As a veteran of countless battlefields, she had witnessed many carnage-filled scenes, but seeing this during a friendly duel left her deeply unsettled.
Luo Xiya’s right arm had been completely destroyed during the wing-tearing struggle.
Her lips trembled.
Now, her right arm was numb—even pain had vanished…
If she moved too much, it would shatter into ash…
Silence.
Utter silence.
No one dared to cheer or jeer.
They all felt the gravity and bloodlust of this duel.
Luo Xiya had crippled her own arm.
Milis lay on the ground, pale as death.
It was a duel without a victor—at least, that’s how it appeared to the crowd.
Linda’s lips trembled as she nudged Lijie, whose expression was equally heavy.
“She’s a swordsman… To lose her right arm like that…”
“Don’t be silly. This is the Holy City—the continent’s strongest healers are here. She’ll be cured soon…”
Lijie tried to sound reassuring, but couldn’t hide her anxiety.
She actually supported Luo Xiya, which only made her more worried now…
That was Her Highness’s ‘Judgement’…
The records said it incinerated countless beings with near-immortal regeneration, even those with causal laws.
Once burned, recovery was impossible.
Before, Her Highness had always restrained her power—she hadn’t even used pure golden flames, nor the laws of Judgement.
But this time, both she and Luo Xiya were lost in rage.
The final golden flames clearly contained the purest ‘Judgement’ laws.
So even though Luo Xiya won, wouldn’t it be…
Nearby—
“Thus, this Exchange Conference ends here.
The final victor is Luo Xiya: Kelden, from the Aingloran Empire.”
Wielding a scepter and dressed in holy robes, Sylvia spoke from above.
Her voice, amplified by magic, spread throughout the hall, announcing Luo Xiya’s victory over the Holy Light Church’s Saintess—the Owner of the Origin Sacred Mark.
Only then did the audience emerge from their trance.
With the Holy Throne’s approval, they erupted, chanting Luo Xiya’s name, proud of her triumph as a noble over the Church’s Saintess.
But not everyone could sit still.
Grand Duke Veronica, eyes red, rushed to Luo Xiya’s side, trembling.
“Mother, I won.”
Upon seeing her mother, Luo Xiya’s dazed expression softened, and she forced a weak smile.
“How could you be so foolish…”
Her voice trembled, heavy with fear and heartbreak.
Veronica looked at Luo Xiya’s crippled right arm, already showing signs of decay.
She wanted desperately to hug her daughter tightly, but feared a single touch would make her lose her arm completely.
Luo Xiya only held her mother’s hand, gently comforting her.
Yet this duel had been her own idea—seeing her daughter’s condition now, how could she not feel guilt and pain?
“Aah…”
Luo Xiya didn’t know how to comfort her mother.
She didn’t feel much sadness over losing her right hand—only a faint emptiness.
Instead, she found herself missing Roman even more…
She felt homesick…
Luo Xiya thought, forlorn.