Boom!
A terrifying strike, a fearsome blade aura.
Mo Wushang’s Indestructible Dark Flame was completely shattered, and a scar appeared on his forehead, right beside his demonic eye, narrowly missing it.
“You dare harm my demonic eye?”
“What if I did? Your strength is no match for the Holy Son. You’re too one-dimensional. Your soul techniques are indeed formidable, but once countered, you have no other options.”
Qin Bixue sneered.
“Is that so? Then let me show you a technique I’ve never used before! Demonic Eye: Demon King Transformation!”
With Mo Wushang’s icy voice, his body rapidly transformed. A pair of terrifying demonic horns sprouted from his head, and black fleshy wings emerged from his back.
His muscles hardened like iron.
Most terrifyingly, his body grew over ten times larger, towering over Qin Bixue like a true demon king.
“Tch, as expected, he’s related to Ya Qianxue. Her transformation is quite similar to Mo Wushang’s.”
Ling Xiao couldn’t help but marvel.
After transforming, Mo Wushang’s demonic eye abilities grew stronger, his defence and strength surged, and he could fly briefly.
This immense advantage was meant for Ji Mingkong, but now he had to use it early.
Otherwise, he couldn’t defeat Qin Bixue.
“Oh? Transformation? Not bad, but do you think you’re the only one who can transform?”
Qin Bixue flashed a sinister smile.
“Blood Blade Transformation: Slaughter Demon King!”
Instantly, Qin Bixue’s form changed. His body didn’t grow, but a strange layer of armour covered him. The blood blade in his hand vanished, replaced by sharp blades across the armour.
Though his size remained the same, his speed and lethality vastly improved.
“Alright, let’s see whose transformation is stronger!”
The massive figure and the iron-like body clashed.
On the chaotic arena, only Mo Wushang’s silhouette and occasional crimson beams from his demonic eye were visible.
Qin Bixue’s speed was so great he was nearly invisible.
After dozens of rounds, they separated.
“You’ve lost!”
Qin Bixue smiled faintly. His bladed armour dripped with blood, not his own.
“Why didn’t you use this move against the Holy Son?”
Mo Wushang, back to normal, knelt on one knee, pale and clearly wounded.
“Simple. This is my true ultimate technique, but against the Holy Son, who’s reached the early Two Harmonies Heaven stage, it’s meaningless. So, I saved it for you.”
Qin Bixue laughed.
“Fair point. I’ve lost.”
Mo Wushang’s expression dimmed.
He thought only he could challenge the Holy Son, but he couldn’t even beat Qin Bixue. How could he face the Holy Son, who easily defeated Qin Bixue?
“I didn’t expect Qin Bixue to have such a trump card. Sigh, Mo Wushang lost to him. Our last hope is gone. No surprises left.”
“I’m looking forward to Ling Xiao and Long Chen. Ling Xiao hasn’t shown his true strength, and Long Chen, after his fight with Liu Taiyin, has clearly grown stronger. It’s possible.”
“Bai Qianjiao might surprise us too. Don’t underestimate her. Who expected her to beat Hong Li?”
“Speaking of Hong Li, it’s a pity she lost to Bai Qianjiao. You could tell she hadn’t fully unleashed her strength.”
“No point talking now. Let’s watch the matches. We might get answers soon.”
The spectators were both anxious and disappointed.
Anxious because no one had shown the strength to challenge the Holy Son.
They hoped Ling Xiao, Long Chen, Bai Qianjiao, and Hong Li would reveal their true power soon.
Their disappointment stemmed from the Holy Son’s overwhelming strength, making the matches predictable.
Predictable matches weren’t exciting, leaving everyone unsatisfied.
Qin Bixue absorbed Mo Wushang’s luck, fully recovering what he lost to Ji Mingkong and gaining more, reaching eight cauldrons, surpassing Ling Xiao.
Mo Wushang, stepping off the stage, was despondent.
Losing to Qin Bixue hit him hard.
He thought only Ji Mingkong was unbeatable, but Qin Bixue gave him his first defeat.
With Bai Qianjiao and Ling Xiao still to face, would he lose again?
Before this match, such thoughts never crossed his mind.
The twelfth round continued.
Soon, a clash of titans emerged.
On the arena stood Ling Xiao and Long Chen.
“I knew this fight would happen, but it feels a bit early.”
Long Chen knew he wasn’t Ling Xiao’s match but refused to concede.
He wanted to see the gap between himself and his Brother Ling.
“Go all out. Your Golden Dragon form can be disguised as a martial soul to unleash your full power. Even against Mo Wushang, you wouldn’t lose.”
Ling Xiao was eager to spar with Long Chen in such a battle.
Casual sparring lacked the thrill of this contest.
Plus, to conceal his ties to the Divine Sword Sect, he had to fight Long Chen for real, or others might notice something amiss.
“Got it, Brother Ling. I won’t hold back!”
Long Chen took a deep breath, entering his tenth Human-Dragon form.
In his normal form, he’d be disrespecting Ling Xiao, unfit to spar with him.
“Golden Dragon Fist!”
Long Chen had learned swordsmanship from Ling Xiao but was corrected.
The Dragon Clan’s strong defence was wasted on swords.
Fist techniques and physical combat suited dragons better.
Their sharp claws and teeth rivalled divine weapons.
In Long Chen’s heart, Ling Xiao was stronger than the Holy Son, so he didn’t dare hold back.
Nor did he need to, knowing no attack could harm Ling Xiao.
His terrifying Golden Dragon Fists struck relentlessly, shaking the surrounding space. The already cracked arena split further.
His combat power now far exceeded his fight with Liu Taiyin.
“This generation’s youths are incredible. This arena, used for years, was only destroyed once by Ji Fuling and Yu Xuanyue. Now, this generation might ruin it again.”
“Indeed, Long Chen’s improving mid-battle. His cultivation and strength have surged. Ling Xiao might need to show his true skills, or he won’t match Long Chen.”
