Ji Mingkong’s Tianyuan Battle Armour was likely the Nature Dragon Armour.
Worn on her delicate, graceful frame, it showcased her perfect figure to everyone.
Compared to Ling Xiao’s menacing Hell Dragon Armour, Ji Mingkong’s Tianyuan Battle Armour appeared more elegant, more noble, mirroring her status.
“Is that a fairy I see?”
“No, a dragon maiden.”
“Whatever she is, the Saintess is too beautiful, especially with this Tianyuan Battle Armour, which adds a touch of valour.”
“If that Ling Xiao harms my goddess, I’ll fight him to the death!”
“You? Really?”
In the stands, countless warriors were captivated by Ji Mingkong’s flawless form.
Aside from a few who kept their eyes on Ling Xiao, most had likely become devotees of the Saintess in that moment.
Their Tianyuan Battle Armours differed not only in colour and design but also in strength and refinement due to their differing cultivation realms.
Ji Mingkong’s Tianyuan Battle Armour was noticeably more exquisite.
Ling Xiao’s, by contrast, seemed somewhat crude.
The moment she donned the Tianyuan Battle Armour, Ji Mingkong struck.
She was eager to kill this irritating opponent immediately, giving him no chance.
Her graceful form shot forward, transforming into a dazzling green light, launching her counterattack under countless watching eyes.
Previously, Ling Xiao had dominated her, but now she aimed to end the fight.
The seventy to eighty metres between them was, for Ji Mingkong’s speed, a matter of moments.
A flash of green, and she crossed dozens of metres, entering striking range. Her slender sword thrust through the air like a venomous dragon emerging from water, accompanied by a clear, proud dragon’s roar, aiming at Ling Xiao’s throat from a cunning, treacherous angle.
Facing Ji Mingkong’s attack, Ling Xiao neither dodged nor flinched. His Purple Lightning Sword gleamed, its terrifying speed and power, fueled by his Heavenly Human Realm cultivation, clashing against her emerald blade.
A dragon’s roar echoed, this time from the black-gold divine dragon on his Purple Lightning Sword.
Boom!
Their weapons met, as if two divine dragons clashed in the heavens, with clouds faintly gathering in the sky.
One side burned with black-gold fire clouds, the other shimmered with emerald hues.
This was not just a battle but a contest for the sky itself.
“No mistake, Ling Xiao’s martial soul is the Hell Dragon Soul! The soul of an ancient Hell Dragon!” Sikong Zun stood abruptly.
He had sensed something amiss earlier.
How could an ordinary Black Dragon martial soul withstand the might of a Nature Dragon Soul?
There was only one explanation: Ling Xiao’s martial soul wasn’t a Black Dragon but a Hell Dragon Soul.
“What!” the Saint Emperor exclaimed, shocked. “How could two ancient dragon souls appear on Tianlong Continent?”
“Nothing’s impossible. The guardian beast of Tianlong Continent is the ‘Heavenly Dragon.’ It’s entirely plausible for multiple ancient dragon souls to emerge here,” Sikong Zun said firmly. “But why did this boy get it? What makes him worthy?”
Regardless of the shock below, the battle on the stage raged on.
“Heavenly King’s Canon: Sword of Slaughter!”
Ji Mingkong wasn’t surprised that Ling Xiao blocked her attack.
If he couldn’t even block that, he’d be too weak.
She had prepared follow-up strikes, and her slender sword shifted, unleashing her strongest sword technique from the Heavenly King Sect.
With one thrust, the void turned pitch black.
On the stage, their figures seemed to vanish, while outside, the sky remained clear.
In the darkness, several sharp sword energies attacked Ling Xiao from different angles.
The sword energies took the form of tiny dragons, no longer than a thumb, numbering in the hundreds.
More terrifyingly, they moved silently, like demons creeping closer.
Vision was lost.
Hearing was useless.
Against anyone else, this attack might have landed.
“What a formidable sword technique!” Ling Xiao silently praised in his heart.
Though the Heavenly King Sect’s techniques were on par with the other twelve sects’ sacred canons, in the hands of Ji Mingkong, a warrior at the early Two-Yi Heaven stage, their power and speed were astonishing.
Ling Xiao could sense each sword energy’s position through his Mountain River Martial Soul’s analysis, but at such close range, dodging them all was nearly impossible.
If he couldn’t dodge, he’d block.
In a split second, as the thought flashed through his mind, Ling Xiao acted.
His left hand summoned the Rain-Covering Sword.
“Rotting Sword Rain!”
Though merely a skill inherent to the Rain-Covering Sword, its power had grown with Ling Xiao’s advancing cultivation.
No need to see; the rotting sword rain blanketed the entire stage.
Ji Mingkong’s sword energies were struck and dissipated one by one.
But in the process, some slipped through.
Four sword energies evaded the rotting sword rain, striking Ling Xiao’s Tianyuan Battle Armour, sparking blindingly and screeching with the sound of metal grinding.
“Tch, still too slow!” Ling Xiao thought, feeling for the first time that despite knowing an attack’s origin and target, he couldn’t fully block it.
Fortunately, his Tianyuan Battle Armour was exceptionally tough. Though pierced with four small holes, the sword energies were incinerated completely.
Ji Mingkong’s attack had no real effect beyond hitting him, likely sacrificing power for speed.
Ling Xiao didn’t dwell on complexities. Having blocked her attack unscathed, it was his turn to strike back.
Ji Mingkong wanted to overpower him with her cultivation?
Not a chance.
He sheathed the Rain-Covering Sword and drew the Raging Wind Sword.
“Raging Wind Shuttle!”
This inherent skill was perfect for sudden strikes. His body didn’t move, but the sword wind sliced through the air, cutting through the darkened stage and reaching Ji Mingkong’s heart in an instant.
This move, infused with the Heavenly Phenomenon of Wind, was inherently fast and deadly. Combined with the wind’s nature, a hit would surely be effective.
Ling Xiao wasn’t holding back. Since Ji Mingkong aimed to kill him, he wouldn’t show mercy.
Sensing the rushing sword wind, Ji Mingkong’s brows furrowed.
She had planned to end the fight in one move but failed, allowing Ling Xiao to counterattack, leaving her frustrated.
Frustration aside, she didn’t dare underestimate Ling Xiao’s attack. Her form flickered, her Dance of the Sky technique making her body light as willow fluff, yet resilient.
