sjar Chapter 1764
Chapter 1764
"Unbelievable..." Xuanpo stared intently at Lin Yuyao opposite him, his eyes as cold as ice, his voice filled with chilling intent, "That little girl I used to look down on has now forced me to use a secret technique!"
"Lin Yuyao, if you know what's good for you and admit defeat today, I might spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuyao suddenly flipped her hands over, and a dense power of the Holy Qilin Dharma Vein erupted from between her brows, resembling a small golden sun.
The Holy Spirit Sword in her hands also shimmered with layers of light, its blade rapidly growing larger in the light, its edge exuding a sacred yet sharp aura—clearly, facing Xuan Po's killing move, she had also unleashed her trump card, fully empowering the divine weapon.
"Stubborn fool!" Seeing that she showed no sign of backing down, Xuanpo laughed in anger, "Fine! Since you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, then let's fight to the death! After this battle, there will be no more Lin Yuyao in Qilin City!"
Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air with his amber broadsword in hand, and the white tiger image behind him became even more solid, as if a real ancient ferocious tiger had descended.
His "Splitting Mount Hua" was more ferocious than any of his previous moves. The moment the blade struck, hundreds of phantom images of ancient ferocious tigers surged out from the blade light, carrying an overwhelming aura of ferocity, and swept towards Lin Yuyao.
"Sacred Scale Sword Slash!"
Lin Yuyao gripped the Holy Spirit Greatsword tightly with both hands and slashed fiercely at the countless tiger shadows filling the sky.
The void trembled violently as the enormous amber blade of light collided with the holy phantom of the Qilin. The two forces, far surpassing the Nascent Soul Realm and the early to mid-stages of the Void Reversal Realm, intertwined and exploded, leaving the onlookers horrified.
However, the result of the collision surprised everyone – Lin Yuyao remained standing steadily in the void, her clothes fluttering, her expression cold.
Xuanpo, who had unleashed that fierce strike, was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, coughing up blood. He crashed into the array barrier of the void arena with a muffled "thud" before barely managing to regain his footing.
It turns out that Xuanpo's vomiting of blood was not simply caused by the clash of forces.
The power of the sacred Qilin contained in Lin Yuyao's sword had already transformed into a sacred purifying force, which entered his body through the amber blade, surging and crashing wildly in his meridians.
This force was cunning and domineering, and he simply couldn't suppress it, which caused his blood to surge and spit out blood.
With a single sword strike, Xuanpo was defeated! He was now completely powerless and knelt heavily on one knee, the amber broadsword in his hand crashing to the ground.
He looked up at Lin Yuyao, who stood in the void like a war goddess, his eyes filled with disbelief, his voice trembling:
"You... how could you be so strong? I have four strands of contemporary immortal energy, how could I lose to your two strands of transcendent immortal energy? I am clearly at the mid-stage of the Void Reversal Realm, and you are only at the Nascent Soul Realm... how could I lose?!"
Seeing that the situation was settled, Yu'er and her two companions, who had been "letting the sea go," no longer delayed and simply intensified their attacks, each defeating their opponents. Even Xin'er, fighting two against one, easily won.
After Xuanpo's defeat, the remaining four people from the Seven Peaks Holy City lost all fighting spirit and were unable to break through the blockade of Yu'er and the others. They could only retreat to Xuanpo's side with pale faces, watching Yu'er and the other three women warily, fearing that they would take advantage of the victory to pursue them.
Looking at the five disheveled people, Lin Yuyao felt a surge of killing intent in her heart—she originally wanted to kill these enemies right now, but considering Chen Xuan's plan, she ultimately restrained herself.
Her face was as cold as ice, her gaze sweeping over Xuanpo and the others, her voice devoid of any warmth: "The outcome is decided. Xuanpo, do you want to die, or do you want to admit defeat?"
After this incident, Lin Yuyao completely shed her childishness and was no longer the delicate and timid girl in front of her father. She had transformed into a strong person who could stand on her own.
Although Xuanpo and the others were filled with humiliation, they knew that the outcome was already decided. The stone statues on this void arena were witnesses, and even if he didn't want to admit it, he had no choice.
"I...I lost." He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.
As the words fell, the light screen on the void arena slowly dissipated, and the booming voice of the sword-wielding stone man resounded through the starry sky once more: "First battle, Qilin City wins."
The five members of Xuanpo withdrew from the arena in a sorry state.
However, no sooner had they disappeared than another five-person squad rushed in like an arrow released from a bow.
"Outrageous!" Upon seeing this, the disciples of Qilin City glared angrily, their faces flushed, and shouted at the group of people, "We have just experienced a great battle, and you immediately join the fray? Are you deliberately making things difficult for us?"
"This is outrageous! Do they really think there's no one in Qilin City who can stand up to them?"
Anger and curses rose and fell from all sides, but how could the five hostile holy cities give Lin Yuyao and the others a chance to breathe?
The force charging forward was none other than the army from the Undying Holy City.
Clearly, the fact that these five people dared to send people immediately after learning of Xuanpo's defeat indicates that their strength must be superior to that of Xuanpo and his group.
Leading the group was a young man in red with long, flowing hair. He was thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, yet he carried a massive sword on his shoulder that seemed disproportionate to his size. The sword was thick and covered in immortal runes, exuding a heavy aura of power.
The boy's gaze was fixed on Lin Yuyao, without a trace of blasphemy in his eyes, only an almost insane fighting spirit, as if the opponent in front of him was not a woman, but prey worth fighting for with all his might.
He spoke very little, and as soon as he stepped onto the arena, the protective light shield rose up.
Almost simultaneously, three streams of immortal energy roared out from his body—two were ordinary pale gray immortal energy of this world, while the third was radiating a soaring blood-red light, with a domineering and strange aura, clearly an immortal energy that transcended this world!
The four people behind him were also surrounded by two or three streams of immortal energy, and their strength should not be underestimated.
"Lin Yuyao, you've grown a lot." The young man finally spoke, his voice clear and cold, yet carrying a hint of aloofness. "A long time ago, when I came to Qilin City with my father for an exchange, I fought with you. Back then, you were still very weak."
He paused, his gaze towards Lin Yuyao carrying a hint of amusement, yet also an undeniable confidence: "I never expected that in just a hundred years, you would be able to defeat Xuanpo head-on. Interesting, truly interesting."
The boy's smile seemed sunny, but his words were as icy as ice. His gaze towards Lin Yuyao was filled with an air of absolute certainty, as if he had never truly regarded her as an evenly matched opponent.
"Blood Blade, if we fight again today, I may not be afraid of you!" Lin Yuyao looked at the young man, her eyes also bursting with intense fighting spirit.