Chapter 448: The Ice Bee Formation Breaks

"Dominating the Nine Heavens" (Latest Chapter)

A relentless buzz of mockery and jeers rose from all corners of the stands. The taunts of tens of thousands easily drowned out the scattered cheers of the few hundred Rose supporters, dominating the narrative of the arena.

Old Wang, however, seemed completely unfazed. He walked onto the stage at a steady pace, showing no signs of nervousness, anger, or impatience.

Frankly, Old Wang hadn’t expected his comrades to fight for Rose with such ferocity.

Mapeier was one thing, but in his mind, Fantasie was the type to surrender and flee the moment he realized he couldn’t win. Kela was the kind to retreat immediately when outmatched, retreating to her dark room to strategize rather than stubbornly fighting like Wu Di. And Winnie? If she encountered someone she couldn’t beat, she’d absolutely prioritize self-preservation—playing cute, begging for mercy—before plotting revenge later.

Fantasie, the escape artist; Kela, the tactical retreat expert; Winnie the Adorable—these were the ones who had survived the Dragon City ruins. None of them had relied on luck; they were all smart. Yet here they were, doing something so reckless.

The number of unconscious figures lying at the tunnel entrance had risen to four. Only Mapeier could barely sit up; the other three were completely out cold. No retreat, no surrender—was it really worth it? A faint smile tugged at Wang Feng’s lips. Goddamn it, he’d always thought he was the one pushing them forward, but in truth, they were the ones carrying him.

It seemed his days of riding their coattails were over. If he didn’t win this match spectacularly, these guys would revolt once they woke up. Just the thought of Winnie’s knack for sabotage made Old Wang shudder.

"Stop acting tough. Come out and show me what you’ve got," Wang Feng said coolly, pointing at Tianzhe Yifeng. "Let me measure how high Heaven’s Summit really reaches."

The arena fell silent in an instant. The low murmurs vanished completely, leaving the crowd stunned. Honestly, the iron-willed image of Rose that Winnie had fought so hard to build was instantly shattered by this moron captain.

How high Heaven’s Summit really reaches?

Measure?

Him?

Urix couldn’t help but laugh. Even someone as indifferent to land-based affairs as him knew the vast gap in strength between Tianzhe Yifeng and this so-called "hype captain." He chuckled in disbelief. "This is the man you want to bed? Is he out of his mind? Is he trying to die faster, or just giving his opponent a reason to kill him?"

Clara couldn’t be bothered to engage with this horn-obsessed idiot anymore, but truth be told, even she was at a loss.

Having spent enough time with Wang Feng, Clara knew his capabilities all too well. Even after his significant improvements upon returning from Dragon City, he was merely a mid-tier Tiger Peak practitioner—and one who had just recently stepped into that threshold. With just a handful of ice bees and the Skyburst Grenades she had helped him gather, he could handle ordinary Tiger Peak disciples from the Holy Sanctuary who couldn’t fly. But against a ghost level opponent, especially one like Tianzhe Yifeng? This was suicide...

Of course, Clara refused to believe Wang Feng was suicidal, nor did she think he intended to surrender. That guy always had a knack for the unexpected, though she couldn’t fathom his plan at the moment.

The spectators quickly snapped out of their daze, and the over fifty thousand supporters of the Holy Sanctuary erupted into the biggest uproar of laughter all tournament.

The crowd was speechless, unable to describe the ignorance and arrogance of the Rose captain. All their thoughts condensed into one plea: "Tianzhe Yifeng, please put that moron in his place already!"

Tianzhe Yifeng smiled.

Having spent too long as a hunter in the shadows, he wasn’t quite accustomed to the cheers under the bright sun. This atmosphere felt weak to him, but admittedly, it was a nice change of pace once in a while.

Many had dared to provoke him, recklessly picking fights. But among the younger generation, this was the first to dare to size him up.

"Brother Tianzhe," Ye Dun suddenly spoke up beside him. "Let him live. I need him for something."

"Just spare his life?" Tianzhe Yifeng chuckled faintly.

"Preferably without crippling him either," Ye Dun added with a smile. "Thanks."

Tianzhe Yifeng glanced at Ye Dun, roughly guessing his thoughts. He replied coolly, "Rose’s crew strikes me as stubborn. Even if disbanded, they likely won’t join the Holy Sanctuary."

"Nothing’s impossible if you push hard enough. How would we know without trying?"

Indeed, to recruit the entire Rose team, they couldn’t kill Wang Feng. And to Ye Dun, this force from Rose was far too crucial...

Joining the Dragon Group was Ye Dun’s pride, but it was also a complicated place. His true reason for keeping a low profile was the Holy Son. Thus, he had to develop steadily. In the Holy City, his current strength was insignificant—Jiaoxi, Zhao Ziyue, Maxwell, and others were all still on the fringes of the Dragon Group.

Others might think his resources in the Holy Sanctuary were already extraordinary, but compared to the Holy Son’s, they were meager. Just from what he knew, the Holy Son had elites like Zhanmo Muxi, the Thousand-Faced Fox Alna, and the Red Spider Yan Ruoyu—none were from the Eight Sages’ lineages, yet each one in a million. And that wasn’t even counting the hidden forces.

If he could obtain the power of the Rose Holy Sanctuary, it would be worth it.

Originally, he had pinned his hopes on Jiaoxi, Zhao Ziyue, Maxwell, and Gule, pulling them into the periphery of the Dragon Group while leveraging his position as the leader of the First Holy Sanctuary to secure the maximum resources for them. Yet, to his surprise... despite undergoing extreme training conditions, these people remained just a step away from reaching the Ghost Level. And what about Rose? Despite lacking resources, people like Fan Teyu had managed to progress to matching the strength of Jiaoxi and the others in such a short time—their talent was clearly far superior by comparison.

Now, with Rose's disbandment all but certain, as long as he could recruit these people to the Holy Sanctuary, the resources controlled by the Holy Sanctuary would allow him to gradually accumulate the capital to challenge the Holy City.

"As long as he doesn’t seek death," Tianzhe Yifeng said indifferently.

Promises were something Tianzhe Yifeng never made. Even these words were already giving Ye Dun the utmost face. Then—

*Bang!*

A soft sound, and everyone felt their vision blur as if witnessing teleportation. In an instant, Tianzhe Yifeng was standing right in front of Wang Feng.

Their eyes met. Tianzhe Yifeng was slightly taller and older than Wang Feng, with experience that was obviously unmatched. But when their gazes locked in the air, Tianzhe Yifeng didn’t see the immaturity or cunning he had expected in the other’s eyes—instead, there was something quietly threatening.

Tianzhe Yifeng had formed a preliminary impression of Wang Feng. If nothing else, this man’s mentality was anything but ordinary.

A referee who seemed inconspicuous was, in fact, the fairest referee.

"Final match—begin!" Chief Referee An Nanxi declared, retreating to the perimeter alongside the Sky-Eye and Earth-Ear.

Yet the two on the stage didn’t immediately start fighting—they didn’t even release any soul energy.

For Tianzhe Yifeng, such caution was meaningless. And as for Wang Feng, how could someone at the Tiger-Peak level even think of flaunting their soul energy in front of Tianzhe Yifeng?

"You’re lucky," Tianzhe Yifeng said coolly, looking at Wang Feng from ten meters away. For most Holy Sanctuary disciples, this distance might be considered relatively safe—but he was certainly not included in that majority. Tianzhe Yifeng smiled faintly. "Someone ordered me to let you live. I can give you a chance to surrender. After all, I have no interest in defeating trash."

Wang Feng laughed. He realized that people here seemed to come with a natural flair for arrogance—to hell with it, he didn’t even know how to act anymore.

Wang Feng shook his head helplessly, then lightly pointed at Tianzhe Yifeng. "You understand nothing of true power."

Their gazes locked, their auras rising, but Tianzhe Yifeng sensed no hesitation in Wang Feng.

"Sharp tongue and plenty of courage," Tianzhe Yifeng said, raising a single finger.

*Snap!*

An arc of lightning appeared at his fingertip—thin as a thread, no longer than half a finger, yet crackling loud enough that even the audience hundreds of meters away could hear it clearly.

"You have one last chance," he said, smiling at Wang Feng. Compared to wasting words on a fool, he still had to give his junior brother Ye Dun enough face. The tiny spark of electricity on his finger was the silent greatest threat. "Surrender, or not?"

*Buzz, buzz, buzz!*

The response to Tianzhe Yifeng was the sudden appearance of eighteen ice bees in the air!

From the battles in *Mangalam* onward, this had become Wang Feng’s signature tactic, known throughout the alliance. But those who had watched his previous matches might notice that these ice bees seemed slightly different now.

They were smaller, and their originally jade-white bodies now carried a faint, mithril-lustered sheen.

The Rose supporters in the stands roared with excitement. Senior Brother Wang Feng’s signature gambit was about to unfold—Rose’s last stand rested on this battle.

The fight had begun!

The buzzing of the ice bees was louder than before, their speed even faster. The moment they appeared, all eighteen turned their stingers toward Tianzhe Yifeng without hesitation, their mithril-silver stingers at the ready—

*Crackle, crackle!*

On what should have been ice-attributed stingers, tiny currents of electricity danced. And then—

Swish swish swish swish swish!

Ice spikes—silver ice spikes, and what’s more, they were silver-thunder ice spikes crackling with thunderous power!

This was the first time the ice bees, evolved with the Haigray Pearl, had been deployed in actual combat. To be honest, Old Wang didn’t think these ice bees could cause much trouble for Tianzhe Yifeng. Even for Old Wang, who had unexpectedly stepped into the Ghost Level on Dark Demon Island, these ice bees were starting to feel like a liability...

But the potential of the ice bees was immense, especially after his own soul power had improved. If he could make a trip to the Ice Spirit Kingdom, Old Wang felt he could at least expand the ice bee swarm to around five hundred, or even further push the limits of the bees’ capabilities. Their power would undoubtedly multiply exponentially.

However, there simply hadn’t been time lately. Moreover, before that, he needed to pinpoint the direction for improving their strength to match the maximum power Ghost-Level ice bees could unleash—only then could he achieve twice the result with half the effort. In the future, the ice bees might even become his trump card for dominating the Nine Heavens. But that would have to be tested in actual combat.

The earlier the preparation, the better, and Tianzhe Yifeng was clearly the perfect test subject.

Ice-based attacks were inherently highly penetrative and extremely fast, while thunder symbolized both speed and power. The fusion of the two was simply a perfect synergy. Coupled with Old Wang’s Ghost-Level soul power providing perfect control and sustained support, the sky full of thunder-ice spikes now—whether in quantity, speed, or destructive power—was on a whole other level compared to Wang Feng’s attacks of the past. In an instant, they completely enveloped Tianzhe Yifeng, shocking the tens of thousands of Zenith supporters in the arena.

Had this been any other opponent, the opposing supporters would have started worrying by now. But after all, this was Tianzhe Yifeng.

Crack!

A surge of lightning erupted.

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!

The piercing sound of electricity was like a thousand sparrows chirping madly. A lightning sphere nearly half a meter in diameter instantly condensed on Tianzhe Yifeng’s left fingertips. Countless dazzling arcs of electricity crackled and flashed across its surface, stretching out into a dozen arcs three to four meters long.

Tianzhe Yifeng’s right hand had remained behind his back all this time. Now, his left hand gently swept forward as he uttered calmly, "Break."

—Thunderous Thousand Birds!

Boom!

The roaring lightning sphere instantly transformed into endless lightning, devouring everything before it in an instant.

Every single ice spike shattered the moment it touched the lightning—the attack had been completely ineffective.

That overpowered?

The Rose supporters tensed up, but the next second, silver flashes streaked through the air as the ice bees darted about. The Rose Stands immediately erupted in cheers of relief.

The thunder-ice spikes had only been a feint. The eighteen ice bees, crackling with thunderous energy, had already zipped like lightning to hover above Tianzhe Yifeng’s head.

Each ice bee carried one Skyburst Grenade and one Skyshaker Bomb—thirty-six in total—ready to drop them in an instant!

Ice and thunder dual-attribute ice bees possessed unparalleled speed, and when paired with the sheer volume of Skyburst Grenades and Skyshaker Bombs... Well, no matter how much people might grumble, deep down, no one in their right mind would underestimate this combo.

But the next moment, Tianzhe Yifeng’s left hand lifted slightly toward the sky. A terrifying aura locked onto the eighteen ice bees, freezing them in place as if petrified. The Skyburst Grenades, already angled for release, couldn’t be dropped at all.

A smirk tugged at Tianzhe Yifeng’s lips.

"Boom." Tianzhe Yifeng grinned, then clenched his left hand into a fist.

Zap! Zap! Zap!

The scattered lightning suddenly tightened and contracted—then, with a second surge of Witchcraft-infused Thunder, it erupted into a net of electricity.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

Every ice bee suspended mid-air was instantly ensnared by the lightning web. Though the bees themselves carried some thunder attributes, compared to the sheer power of the lightning web, their thunder energy was a drop in the bucket.

All the ice bees stiffened from the electric shock in an instant. The surge of electricity lit up their insides like an X-ray, and in a flash of brilliance, exploded into a shower of sparks.

Pop! Pop! Boom! Boom!

The sound of bursting sparks accompanied the explosions of several Skyburst Grenades.

The Skyburst Grenade relies on the user's spiritual energy to activate, so the chance of misfiring is actually quite low. However, both thunder and sparks are the easiest energies to trigger it... The Skyburst Grenades and Skyshaker Bombs held by two of the ice bees detonated directly, turning the countless flickering sparks in the air into two small mushroom clouds in an instant...

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ice bees plummeted to the ground, their bodies still crackling with residual arcs of electricity, twitching uncontrollably. The two ice bees that had their grenades explode suffered the worst—their battle armor, crafted by Old Wang, was completely destroyed, leaving only tattered fragments clinging to their bodies. Their bodies were shredded, clinging to life by a thread... These were ice bees equipped with reinforced War Demon Armor. If it had been the previous batch, forget surviving—there wouldn’t even be a trace of them left.

The Rose stands, once roaring, now gaped in dead silence.

The ice bees were Wang Feng’s strongest trump card—this was common knowledge among all Holy Sanctuary disciples. The people of Rose had hoped that Wang Feng’s ice bees could pull off some miraculous feat in battle, or at least give Tianzhe Yifeng a decent fight.

But who could have imagined they’d be wiped out in an instant, without even causing him the slightest trouble? This...

Tianzhe Yifeng stood calmly, his expression serene, as if he hadn’t even lifted a finger. Meanwhile, the supporters of the Heavenly Peak Holy Sanctuary erupted into thunderous applause.

The crowd seemed to catch a glimpse of the glory Tianzhe Yifeng had once displayed on this battlefield, recalling the days when the Heavenly Peak Holy Sanctuary reigned supreme. This was the caliber of a true master! Of course, they couldn’t resist mocking the loser either.

"Buzz, little bees, buzz right into the blooms!" The crowd roared with laughter. What invincible tactics? What sweeping through the Holy Sanctuary? In the face of a real master, were these flashy tricks of any use at all?

Clara bit her lip, frantic for a way to turn the tide.

Over in the VIP seats, however, Aaron gaped, stroking his chin as he scrutinized the scene below. After a long moment, he suddenly burst into silent laughter.

"So Wang Feng is Great Commander Wang, and Great Commander Wang is Wang Feng... Wang Feng, ice bees, the Bee King? Hahaha! Commander Bro, you played me like a fiddle!"

Back on the island of Croatia, those beastmen and Wang Feng had played their parts perfectly, leading Aaron step by step into their trap. Even afterward, with just a little reflection, Aaron had realized it must have been orchestrated by his "Great Commander" brother... As the saying goes, bad news travels fast. The tale spread like a plague, soon becoming common knowledge throughout the Duchy of Demacia. Even his father, the king, had misunderstood, thinking his martial-obsessed son had finally awakened to matters of the heart and was interested in women. He urgently summoned Aaron back to the palace to arrange a marriage selection, leaving Aaron could only groan in exasperation...

To be honest, Aaron was a good-natured man. Even after all that, he hadn’t sought revenge on those beastmen. And now, seeing that Wang Feng was indeed Great Commander Wang, the last traces of resentment in his heart vanished like smoke.

Karida lost her father young, so she had trained under her grandfather since childhood. Wang Feng, being Thunder Dragon’s last disciple, made the two of them legitimate senior and junior siblings. When traveling outside, wasn’t it only natural for a junior brother to protect his senior sister, keeping away rogues and rakes? What was wrong with that?

Now *that* was a junior brother who took his duty seriously! Aaron bore no grudge—if anything, he respected the cunning. With such a devoted junior brother by the Goddess’s side, even he could rest easier!

The rise and fall of the Goddess’s Rose was a matter of great importance to him, and he had been closely following the challenge matches. He had some understanding of Wang Feng’s strength and an even deeper grasp of his character.

This wasn’t a man to roll over and surrender, nor was he a fool. Though he had now lost his two greatest advantages—the ice bees and the Skyburst Grenades—since he hadn’t conceded yet, he must still have something up his sleeve. A disciple of Thunder Dragon had to have more up his sleeve.

"Shame his opponent’s in another league." Aaron shook his head with a smile. With his discerning eye, even just one or two moves were enough for him to gauge Tianzhe Yifeng’s strength. "Let’s hope he doesn’t try to imitate that little girl from the Li family earlier—it’s pointless... You’re just getting started in life!"