Boom!
A tremendously powerful aura surged from the sparring platform, breaking through the protective barrier and bursting out from the cracks.
This aura collided with the countless blood blades and thunder, effortlessly dissolving them completely.
“That’s the aura of the Heavenly Human Realm!”
“By the heavens, the Holy Son has already reached the Heavenly Human Realm!”
“No mistake, that’s the early stage of the Two Instruments Heaven!”
“How can anyone fight this?”
“Indeed, who could possibly challenge such a terrifying Holy Son?”
Ji Mingkong’s figure reappeared on the platform, her hair draped over her shoulders, revealing her female form.
“So the Holy Son is really a woman!”
“Good grief, a girl this strong, how can us men survive?”
“Exactly, the Holy Son is a woman, since you all know now, I’ll announce it here, whoever wins the title of ‘Chosen One’ can marry the Holy Son and become my esteemed son-in-law!”
Seeing the Holy Son’s gender revealed, the Holy Emperor didn’t hide it, to heighten the competition’s excitement and stir the genius warriors’ fighting spirit, he made this public declaration.
What!
“If I’d known, I’d have fought tooth and nail to enter the Prodigy Battle, the Holy Son is so beautiful, and with immense power, marrying her would set you for life!”
“Stop daydreaming, you? The Holy Son wouldn’t even consider you as a slave.”
“Exactly!”
On the platform, Qin Bixue froze, then gave a bitter smile, “I didn’t expect the gap to be so vast, I thought you were just entering the Heavenly Human Realm, this move could’ve defeated you.
But you’ve already reached the early stage of Two Instruments Heaven, it’s shocking.
I’ve lost, completely convinced!”
“You’re sensible,” Ji Mingkong said lightly, “But forcing me to reveal my cultivation makes you a strong contender, when I become the Chosen One, I’ll give you a position.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
Qin Bixue’s face lit up with surprise, he bowed and left the platform.
Ji Mingkong then looked towards a certain direction in the stands.
Where Ling Xiao sat.
She wanted to see his expression.
In her mind, Ling Xiao would be shocked or terrified, which would be quite amusing.
But when she turned, she saw a calm, smiling face.
That smile was full of confidence, without a trace of panic or fear.
“Hmph, putting on a show!”
Ji Mingkong snorted coldly and turned to leave the platform.
Absorbing Qin Bixue’s luck, her ninth cauldron grew ever clearer.
“Early stage Two Instruments Heaven, the Holy Son’s cultivation gives her an overwhelming edge, even Qin Bixue couldn’t beat her, who else could challenge her?”
“If the outcome’s already clear, that’s too dull.”
“Yeah, I hope a dark horse emerges.”
“Could Mo Wushang do it?”
“No way, the Holy Son knows Mo Wushang too well, though he poses the greatest threat, he’s the least likely to defeat her.”
“What about Long Chen or Ling Xiao?”
“Long Chen went all out against Liu Taiyin, he’s likely no match for the Holy Son, as for Ling Xiao, we’ll see, but his defeated opponents are too far below the Holy Son.”
“Right, if he beats Qin Bixue, maybe he’d qualify to face the Holy Son!”
“True, but we won’t see that this round, maybe the next.”
“So exciting, the later it gets, the fiercer the fights, it was a free-for-all before, now it’s the Holy Son dominating, a bit disappointing.”
Amid the discussions, the eleventh round officially ended, as per the rules, there was a half-hour break between rounds to keep warriors in peak condition for more thrilling fights.
It also allowed injured warriors to recover quickly.
Half an hour later, the twelfth round began.
The earlier matches felt oppressive to the audience, as they weren’t between the top ten in points, though still exciting.
But for those eager to see who could challenge the Holy Son, they weren’t satisfied.
Soon, however, they got a highly thrilling matchup.
Qin Bixue versus Mo Wushang!
Qin Bixue had lost to Holy Son Ji Mingkong.
Would he lose to Mo Wushang too?
The audience felt tense.
Facing Qin Bixue, Mo Wushang didn’t dare be careless, having seen his fight with Ji Mingkong.
He believed he couldn’t withstand Qin Bixue’s final move, Blood Thunder Frenzy.
He had to defeat Qin Bixue before he could unleash that move, or the consequences would be dire.
“The Holy Son said you’re stronger than me? I don’t buy it! Come, show me how powerful your soul techniques are!”
Though Qin Bixue lost to Ji Mingkong, his confidence remained intact.
After all, Ji Mingkong’s cultivation far surpassed his, losing wasn’t shameful.
“Let’s find out!
Demon Eye: Annihilation!”
Mo Wushang opened with a highly destructive move, Annihilation being the most lethal among his Demon Eye skills.
But if it missed, it was meaningless.
“Battle Across Eight Directions!”
Qin Bixue didn’t underestimate Mo Wushang, meeting him head-on, unleashing his blood blade, eight blade shadows charging at Mo Wushang.
Piercing killing intent filled the platform.
Boom!
Their attacks collided midair, blood-red blade energy clashing with blood-red soul energy, stalemating briefly before exploding.
Their first clash was evenly matched.
“Good, you’ve got skill, but the Holy Son overstated it, you’re not as impressive as I thought!
Blood Blade Scripture: Ambush from All Sides!”
A stronger blade technique unfolded, the space seeming to freeze, icy blade energy moving through thick blood-red air.
Its speed was astonishing.
Qin Bixue hadn’t used this move before, Mo Wushang knew its danger and didn’t dare slack.
“Demon Eye: Illusion!”
“Demon Eye: Inextinguishable Dark Flame!”
While using his illusion, he unleashed the Inextinguishable Dark Flame, aiming to defeat Qin Bixue this round.
If Qin Bixue managed to unleash Blood Thunder Frenzy, he’d have no chance.
“Hahaha, fool, my killing intent is boundless, you think your Demon Eye can trap me in an illusion?”
Qin Bixue, facing Mo Wushang’s illusion, was unaffected, his blade slashing without pause.
