Ling Xiao’s Golden Light Dragon Wings were unmatched in speed among Celestial Realm martial artists.
Many could kill him with a single strike, but they couldn’t catch him. This was the great benefit of his hard-earned mastery of the Golden Light Dragon Wings.
“What a waste!” Sun Shang cursed, seeing this. He had hoped Si Kong Xuan would help him deal with the butterfly woman, but that man couldn’t even handle Ling Xiao. Now, he had to rely on himself.
Poisoning the butterfly woman was no simple task; a misstep could poison him too.
This poison had no antidote. If he got infected, he’d likely die.
“What’s the deal with this little butterfly? It seems strongerintrevening stronger than Sun Shang, though not quite at Yin-Yang Realm level, its potential is immense,” idle spectators mused, intrigued by the butterfly woman.
“I think I read about something like this in an ancient text, but it’s not quite the same. The differences are significant,” one said.
“Where did Ling Xiao get such a treasure? How many adventures has this guy had?” another wondered.
Even the sect leaders of the Twelve Sects could only shake their heads with wry smiles.
Ling Xiao’s luck seemed far greater than that of the Holy Son. No wonder he defeated Ji Ming Kong today to become the top contender in the Martial Dao Festival finals.
While the crowd buzzed with discussion, the battle on the field didn’t pause.
Yue Nv’s advantage grew clearer. Fighting two against one, she not only suppressed the Holy Emperor and Si Kong Zun but grew fiercer with each clash.
This chilled the hearts of Si Kong Zun and the Holy Emperor.
They had dared to target Ling Xiao, thinking their combined strength could handle Yue Nv, perhaps even kill her to eliminate a major threat. But her power far exceeded their expectations.
“Supreme Holy Emperor, won’t you help? Are you going to watch the Holy Dynasty’s foundation crumble at this woman’s hands?” the Holy Emperor, shaken by a palm strike to his chest, feared dying and immediately sought the referee’s aid.
“Hmph, you caused this mess, so deal with it yourselves. Asking me to team up against a young woman? I’d be ashamed,” the referee snorted. Though he said this, he kept an eye on the match. He wouldn’t join the Holy Emperor and Si Kong Zun against Yue Nv, but if his heir—his own son—was in danger, he’d surely intervene.
The Holy Emperor, helpless, unleashed all his skills, desperately blocking Yue Nv’s attacks alongside Si Kong Zun.
Meanwhile, the butterfly woman’s assault resumed.
Seeing Sun Shang wasn’t dead, the fury in her eyes persisted.
With a flash of seven-coloured light, she closed in again.
No longer relying on mid-to-long-range attacks, she fought ferociously up close.
“Hmph! I was worried you wouldn’t come closer!” Sun Shang sneered, retreating while conjuring barriers of vines and rocks with each wave of his hands.
Unnoticed by most, faint black mist rose from the rocks.
The old man had begun using poison, a clever method to infect the butterfly woman while avoiding poisoning himself.
She tore through the barriers like they were nothing, but inhaled the black poisonous mist.
Yet, she showed no signs of poisoning as she advanced on Sun Shang.
This alarmed him greatly.
No effect?
How could that be?
This was a poison even Yin-Yang Realm masters feared!
Could she be immune?
Focused on retreating and pondering the butterfly woman, Sun Shang didn’t notice he was nearing the spot where Ling Xiao and Si Kong Xuan were clashing.
Suddenly, Ling Xiao moved!
Unaware of the poison, he saw an opportunity.
Si Kong Xuan couldn’t catch him.
Sun Shang was a problem. If Ling Xiao could take him hostage, the Holy Emperor and Si Kong Zun would surely hesitate.
The logic was simple.
Though not royalty, Sun Shang was vital to the Holy Dynasty. Losing the continent’s top alchemist would drastically weaken their power.
How could they rival the Twelve Sects or lead them without him?
Five swords appeared.
Ling Xiao planned to use the move that defeated Ji Ming Kong—his strongest attack so far.
“What’s Ling Xiao up to? Does he think he can harm a Transcendent Realm martial artist?” onlookers wondered.
His actions, made in plain view, were impossible to miss unless one was blind.
Most thought his move absurd, like a lamb charging a wolf, practically suicidal.
“Is he helping Sun Shang out by offering himself up?” someone joked.
Ling Xiao ignored their thoughts; he had no time for them. If they could see his actions, so could the Heavenly King Sect.
“Sun Heavenly Venerable, watch your back!” a Heavenly King Sect member warned.
Ling Xiao had to seize the moment.
In that instant, his heavenly essence force surged to its peak. Still in his Tenth Human-Dragon Form from fighting Ji Ming Kong, this attack was his strongest without entering the Primordial Golden Dragon Form.
As his heavenly essence force condensed, it boiled like magma in a volcano within his heavenly veins.
The light from the five swords’ combined power reached its zenith.
A massive five-coloured sword appeared in the void.
“Shadow Transformation Sword Art: Divine Punishment Sword!”
“Stinking kid, I can’t beat that butterfly woman, but you think I’d fear your attack?” Sun Shang scoffed.
He had noticed Ling Xiao’s actions but didn’t care, planning to strike when Ling Xiao got close to subdue him.
The butterfly woman finally showed symptoms, coughing up black blood.
“Hahaha, little butterfly, you’re done for. Poisoned by my toxin, you’re finished!” Sun Shang laughed wildly.
With a casual wave behind him, a vine-woven shield appeared.
He thought this hasty defence would suffice against Ling Xiao’s attack.
After all, he was Sun Shang, a top Transcendent Realm master.
Ling Xiao was just a newly minted Celestial Realm martial artist. What harm could he do?
Hearing the butterfly woman was poisoned, Ling Xiao’s face changed drastically.
In his anger, he lost some rationality. Though reluctant to use it, he instantly entered the Primordial Golden Dragon Form.
