Among the audience, though some had keen insight, they lacked Ling Xiao’s Mountain River Martial Soul, making it hard to discern why Huo Mozun suddenly conceded.
It was indeed peculiar.
The next few matches lacked clashes between titans.
Ling Xiao’s main focus, Lan Yuer, fought to a draw with Gui Suishou, unable to break his defence, they couldn’t keep fighting indefinitely.
…
After Lan Yuer and others, Ling Xiao fought a match, but his opponent was too weak to cause much stir.
Perhaps because he had already faced Huo Mozun and Hong Sanmei, his opponent this round was relatively feeble.
But after Ling Xiao, the strongest of the younger generation, Holy Son Ji Mingkong, finally took the stage again.
At the previous Martial Arts Festival, Ji Mingkong was very young, yet her terrifying strength had firmly suppressed Mo Wushang, Bai Qianjiao, Liu Taiyin, and others, securing first place.
Back then, almost everyone was astonished by this prodigy.
This time, Ji Mingkong had grown older, more mature and composed, her strength even greater.
No one doubted her power.
Her opponent was no slouch either, Qin Bixue of the Blood Blade Sect, seen as the most likely to claim first place.
Qin Bixue was arrogant.
And powerful.
His one-move defeat of Hong Sanmei had cemented his status as a seeded contender.
In subsequent fights, he didn’t disappoint the audience.
Now, he faced Ji Mingkong.
He wasn’t afraid, but excited.
In fact, offstage, he had worried that Ling Xiao might defeat Ji Mingkong first, stealing his spotlight.
Now, heaven had given him a chance to challenge Ji Mingkong, his body trembling with excitement.
The title of “Chosen One” came with too many benefits.
Naturally, many warriors coveted it.
To maintain her position as the top prodigy and become the Chosen One, Ji Mingkong had to defeat challenger after challenger.
In previous fights, she hadn’t faced any worthy opponents.
But this time, Qin Bixue stepped up.
He was the first to challenge her.
When the referee announced this matchup, the arena felt like it had been hit with a shocking finishing move, the crowd erupting.
All eyes turned to the sparring platform.
Ling Xiao was no exception.
He came here to defeat Ji Mingkong, so he had to closely observe this fight to gauge her true strength.
“Hahaha, finally, the battle between the Holy Son and Qin Bixue, he’s outshone even the twin stars Ling Xiao and Long Chen!”
“Exactly, even if Qin Bixue isn’t the Holy Son’s match, he should force out most of her strength, this’ll be exciting.”
“True, the Holy Son’s earlier fights were too dull, no one could withstand a single move, so boring.”
“Qin Bixue, come on, even if you can’t beat the Holy Son, give us a thrilling match, don’t embarrass yourself.”
Upon hearing his opponent’s name, Qin Bixue’s fighting spirit and killing intent surged.
He was like a blade slashing onto the platform, his sharp killing aura chilling those nearby.
Holy Son Ji Mingkong merely smiled, walking calmly onto the platform.
Her expression was composed, as if she didn’t take Qin Bixue seriously.
Today, she wore men’s attire, looking heroic, but seemed to lack fighting spirit.
Perhaps her opponent didn’t ignite her passion.
Two young titans, two seeded contenders, their clash promised intense sparks.
Gulp!
Everyone swallowed hard, tension peaking.
“Your Highness, without me, you might have continued your myth to the end, but now, you’ve no chance!”
Qin Bixue’s aura kept rising, like an unsheathed demonic blade, “I’ll defeat you, marry you, and become the most successful man in the Heavenly Dragon Continent!”
Ji Mingkong smiled faintly, brushing dust off her clothes, “Many want to marry me, but you’re not fated for it, if it were Brother Wushang, I’d be interested in sparring, you’re not up to it!”
“Hahaha! Less talk, soon you’ll see my true strength!”
Qin Bixue laughed wildly, then abruptly stopped, his blood blade radiating terrifying killing intent, slashing directly.
The blade glowed with an eerie red, as if wrapped in blood-red lightning.
“Blood Blade Scripture: Slaughter All Directions!”
With one slash, blood-red lightning danced wildly, converging on the blade, making it swell several times larger.
The air’s lightning elements seemed activated, aiding the strike.
“I said it’s useless!”
Ji Mingkong smiled faintly, a dragon phantom appearing behind her, the soul of the Ancient Nature Dragon.
One of the nine dragon souls!
At that moment, Ling Xiao felt the Ancient Hell Dragon slumbering in his Mountain River World roar, eager to emerge and fight the Ancient Nature Dragon for eight hundred rounds.
Though both were dragon kin, among the nine ancient dragon kings, the Ancient Hell Dragon clearly didn’t get along with the Ancient Nature Dragon.
“No rush, your time will come!”
Ling Xiao smiled faintly.
He and Ji Mingkong were bound to clash, and when they did, the Ancient Hell Dragon would face the Ancient Nature Dragon in a grand battle.
Ling Xiao turned back to the platform.
Qin Bixue’s sky-filling killing move was easily blocked.
Ji Mingkong’s delicate hand, infused with the Nature Dragon soul’s power, blocked the strike, shattering the blade’s energy.
Like an erupting volcano suddenly extinguished.
But Qin Bixue’s move wasn’t just one strike.
Slaughter All Directions meant one slash shook all sides.
Though the first strike was blocked, the second, third, and fourth followed swiftly.
The blood-red lightning grew more terrifying.
Each strike was fiercer than the last, making many young prodigies tremble inwardly.
If it were them, they’d likely be overwhelmed already.
The entire platform seemed a world of blood-red lightning.
Each bolt carried deadly killing and bloodthirsty aura.
How many had Qin Bixue killed?
“This move’s not bad, but sadly, you met me.
Ancestral Long Fist!”
The Ancestral Long Fist, created by the Human King long ago, sounded unremarkable but was a supreme technique of the Holy Dynasty’s royal family.
