Hong Li steadied herself, only to realise she had landed outside the sparring platform.
Her face showed surprise and confusion, “Senior Sister, you’re not as strong as me, so why did I lose?”
Bai Qianjiao said calmly, “I’ve already explained, you’re too eager to dominate, too impatient, all your moves aim for overwhelming victory, ignoring your weaknesses, ordinary opponents might be helpless, but against someone skilled at exploiting flaws, you’re bound to lose!”
With that, Bai Qianjiao stepped off the platform.
At that moment, no one dared underestimate this female prodigy’s strength, one of the previous Six Young Masters, she had defended her honour.
“It seems cultivation alone isn’t always a reliable measure.”
The crowd below nodded in agreement.
Yet Hong Li was unconvinced, she had always fought this way, relying on overpowering moves to defeat opponent after opponent, never tasting defeat.
Why should Bai Qianjiao lecture her?
She refused to accept it!
It was just bad luck!
Sadly, despite Bai Qianjiao’s good intentions, Hong Li wouldn’t accept them.
But as a loser, few paid her any attention now.
In this round, five heavyweight young prodigies—Ji Mingkong, Mo Wushang, Qin Bixue, Ling Xiao, and Huo Mozun—had yet to compete.
Their unfathomable strength was highly anticipated.
“Mo Wushang versus Huo Mozun!”
At the referee’s call, the audience erupted in astonishing cheers.
Mo Wushang, ranked second among the Holy Dynasty’s Six Young Masters, was unmatched in soul techniques, even the Holy Son Ji Mingkong was wary of him.
So far, Mo Wushang remained undefeated, nearly invincible, no opponent had lasted more than one move against him.
But after this round, his opponents would grow much stronger.
How long could Mo Wushang’s winning streak last? Everyone was eager to find out.
As for Huo Mozun, he was a dark horse who emerged in the Prodigy Battle.
Before the battle, his performance was unremarkable, barely scraping into the competition.
Many thought he was just there to make up numbers.
Yet, surprisingly, he had only lost to Ling Xiao so far, remaining undefeated against others.
Of course, this was partly because he hadn’t faced the top-ranked contenders.
Was he truly skilled or just lucky? This fight would tell.
One was a disciple of Tianwang Sect, the other of Xuanhuo Sect, both among the top twelve sects.
Their battle was not just about personal honour but the pride of their sects.
Since Liu Taiyin and Hong Sanmei’s losses, Xuanhuo Sect’s morale had been low, but now they saw a glimmer of hope.
All eyes widened, unwilling to miss the thrilling fight.
Mo Wushang looked coldly at Huo Mozun, saying, “You’re not the real Huo Mozun, I don’t care who you are, but you’ll lose today!”
Without Ji Mingkong, Mo Wushang would undoubtedly dominate the younger generation, unmatched below the Heavenly Human Realm, his terrifying soul techniques could even slay early-stage Heavenly Human Realm warriors.
This wasn’t speculation or boasting, it was proven by real cases.
“Heh, we’ll see about that!”
Huo Mozun grinned, sneering, “Truth is, in today’s Martial Arts Festival finals, my only target is Ling Xiao, he’s the one I aim to defeat.”
“But you haven’t beaten him.”
“That’s because his luck hasn’t run out yet, I’ll wait until it does, then crush him, let him fall completely!”
Huo Mozun said coldly.
“I don’t care about your grudge with him, he’s not my match, nor are you, enough talk, make your move, I’ll give you two moves before I attack!”
Mo Wushang said coldly, confidently.
“You’re courting death!”
Boom!
Huo Mozun’s aura surged, standing there like a king from a realm of death.
Each step brought wails of countless spirits, the ground trembling slightly.
Overwhelming death energy filled the air, as if the entire world was steeped in the concept of “death.”
Mo Wushang remained unfazed, as if Huo Mozun’s strength was insignificant to him.
His demonic eyes flashed with blood-red light, true to his word, he didn’t attack.
He had promised two moves and would keep it.
Whoosh!
Huo Mozun didn’t care, since his opponent sought death, he wouldn’t hold back, his hands waved, forming a giant skeletal hand that grabbed fiercely at Mo Wushang.
“Demon Eye: Annihilation!”
Mo Wushang said he wouldn’t attack, but defence was necessary, or even an ordinary warrior could harm him.
A strange “extinguish” character appeared in his demonic eye, and the giant skeletal hand was instantly destroyed by the red light, crumbling to the ground.
Yet the skeletal hand didn’t vanish, the shattered bones reassembled, continuing to grab at Mo Wushang.
“It’s indeed the Dark Flame of Death, true hellfire, not as powerful as Dragon Hellfire, but it can endlessly revive the dead, that’s its true terror.
Each of the Twelve Holy Flames has unique traits, truly extraordinary.”
Below, Ling Xiao confirmed Huo Mozun’s technique.
It was indeed linked to Demon Flame Heavenly Venerable.
Not a clone possession.
Nor the Heavenly Venerable himself.
But the Dark Flame of Death martial soul possessing him!
Who would’ve thought Demon Flame Heavenly Venerable had elevated his martial soul to such power, able to control another warrior’s body.
“He must be nearby!”
Ling Xiao released his soul force, enveloping the entire arena.
In the crowd, he found Demon Flame Heavenly Venerable.
But he wasn’t alone, he was with the Bishui Divine Palace’s master, appearing quite familiar.
“This is trouble, with Bishui Divine Palace’s protection, even Moon Maiden might not be able to kill him.”
Ling Xiao knew well, behind Bishui Divine Palace likely stood the Sea Clan, the Storm Legion.
And the Storm Legion’s Yin-Yang Demon King was currently stronger than Moon Maiden.
“Hmph, if I can’t kill you, I’ll take your martial soul first!”
Ling Xiao had long coveted the complete Dark Flame of Death martial soul.
Collecting the nine ancient dragon souls, nine demon king martial souls, and twelve holy flame martial souls was one of his ambitions.
These were all immensely useful to him.
