"This is not a life-or-death battle; the arena's defensive array hasn't disappeared yet, indicating that the array deems Ning Quanchen still capable of fighting." Upon hearing Wang Wenze's lament, Pei Yan knocked on the still-solid defensive array as a response.

Before Pei Yan finished speaking, changes occurred in the arena. The water around Ning Quanchen's descending body began to flow outwards, and soon the platform was left with a piece of dry land. Meanwhile, without the buoyancy of the water, Ning Quanchen fell onto the stage with a thud, his fate uncertain.

"Hey, can't you declare my victory already?" Di Xin emerged from the water waves, standing in the center of the platform, pointing at the unconscious Ning Quanchen on the ground and said helplessly: "So far, I have no deep hatred towards him, and I think our Blood Fiend is already quite hated by people. I, personally, don't want to add more enemies. But if you don't declare my victory and stop this match, don't blame me if he gets hurt."

No one responded to Di Xin's shout for a long time. Seeing this, he shrugged and approached the arena, waving his hand. The unconscious Ning Quanchen was lifted by source energy. At this moment, his face was flushed, and he had a drunken expression, clearly looking like a drunk. Without the support of source energy, he couldn't even stand, and his mouth seemed to mutter something.

Di Xin suddenly took an interest, leaned beside Ning Quanchen, listened for a moment, then broke into a broad smile and turned towards the sidelines, proclaiming as if he had discovered a new world, "Lin Xunrou? Is that the name?"

As soon as these words were uttered, all eyes focused on the Daoist Realm's viewing platform. Di Xin continued to narrate mischievously, "After drinking this wine, a person will feel like they are ascending to the Immortal Realm, where they can attain that which they yearn for but cannot have in their heart. Satisfying their life's greatest dream, they die in ecstasy, truly the most benevolent killing move, ah!"

Saying this, Di Xin walked over to Ning Quanchen, draping an arm over his shoulder, leaned in close, and listened again. Then, looking towards the Daoist Realm, he sneered, "In such an illusion, he still remains infatuated with the name Xun Rou. It seems he has really buried it deep in his heart for a long time. Fairy Lin, are you really not planning to have this lovelorn man step down and end this match? If it continues, he's going to suffer greatly."

"Continue your match. Life and death are decreed by fate on the arena, what are you babbling about!" Initially, when Lin Xunrou heard Ning Quanchen call her name, she was slightly stunned, then exchanged a glance with her brother. Both revealed expressions of relief, and upon hearing Di Xin's provocation, she unceremoniously retorted.

"Alright then!" Di Xin raised both hands in a gesture of compromise, saying helplessly, "Since you care so little for your companion's life and death, what should I be concerned about?"

After speaking, Di Xin took a few steps back to distance himself from Ning Quanchen, snapped his fingers, and softly said, "Paoluo!"

As soon as the word left his lips, two thick metallic columns appeared out of nowhere behind Ning Quanchen, rising straight up. He, held by source energy, was immediately entangled by the chains that stretched out automatically from the columns, binding him tightly to the column.

Anyone familiar with that legend from the Investigation Hall immediately understood what this thing was. Zhao Yuanhu, who had already imagined the outcome shortly, timidly hid behind the crowd, stealing glances at the arena and murmuring to himself, "This object isn't really that legendary torture device, is it?"

"Since he called out Di Xin, the wine pool appeared. This should be no different from that famous device, otherwise, his title among the Three Tyrants would be an empty one." Pei Yan wasn't surprised by its appearance. Blood Fiend characters often have names associated with their abilities, something he had already anticipated. He was merely curious about the Daoist Realm's reaction. From the start until now, except for the initial surprise at the wine's concentration, Lin Daozi didn't show much concern over his companion's life and death. Could it be that they truly have no comradeship, or is there more to this?

"Look, that column is indeed turning red."

At Zheng Jia Ru's exclamation, Pei Yan withdrew his thoughts and looked towards the arena at the copper column binding Ning Quanchen. Without any open flame, it began to turn red, as described in legends. From the white steam emanating around it, its temperature must have reached a certain height. Yet, surprisingly, Ning Quanchen, tightly affixed to the copper column, showed no signs of pain on his face, still maintaining that intoxicated and silly drunken demeanor.

"Ah!" Xia Yu exhaled with emotion, "Could it really be as Di Xin said, that Ning Quanchen is so deeply lost in the beautiful illusion that he cannot extricate himself? To endure such pain and still die with a smile on his face, it's hard to say whether he's fortunate or if Di Xin is cruel."

"Things might not end that simply." With a camera installed in his left eye, Pei Yan continuously captured everything happening on the platform. When he noticed a barely detectable bright light suddenly emerge from the wine-formed giant wave behind Di Xin, he grinned slightly, a touch of schadenfreude at his lips.

His words had just faded when a sudden scream erupted from the field. However, the scream wasn't from Ning Quanchen, who was nailed to the Paoluo and enduring torture, but from Di Xin, the perpetrator who was smirking just a second ago.

Di Xin suddenly straightened up, desperately reaching back to grab at something. After several failed attempts to alleviate his pain, he simply lay on the ground, rolling back and forth, howling in agony. As his torn outer garment fell away, revealing his severely burned flesh on his entire back during his rolling movements, the bloody scene smeared the arena's surface—a heart-wrenching sight to behold.

"That kind of injury should show up on Ning Quanchen, right? How did it appear on Di Xin? The Paoluo should only cause burns, but with the Child of Origin's endurance, could it really be that painful?" Wang Wenze commented, puzzled, upon witnessing the situation.

"The damage has been transferred. I've only discerned the basics, but I can't guess how it's done." Pei Yan said, staring at Ning Quanchen, who was bound on the Paoluo. By then, he had slowly lifted his head, no longer wearing the previously foolish and dazed look, only casting a cold and contemptuous glance at the rolling Di Xin, silent. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"That Paoluo may not be a Divine Artifact, but it's absolutely no ordinary piece. Coupled with Di Xin's ability, its power is vastly amplified, directly affecting the human body by significantly diminishing the defense of source energy. More importantly, during the burning process, it can roast a person's five internal organs and source energy soul. It's truly an instrument worthy of its legendary name." Lin Junzhao's voice emanated from within Pei Yan, curious, "I suspect he himself is an extraordinary talent or a supernatural weapon among those who can perceive King Zhou's supernatural abilities. Yet, I can't sense that layer of supernatural fluctuation within him. It's so puzzling—why could this be?"