The next second, Wang Xiu was chasing after Yi Xing.
"Yi Xing was careless. He shouldn't have let him get so close—that's a taboo for archers!" soone said, shaking their head and clicking their tongue.
"With his footwork and speed far surpassing Yi Xing's, the outco would have been the sa whether he was careless or not," Senior Sister Zhao pursed her red lips, her gaze toward Wang Xiu now filled with even more admiration. Facing adversity, he remained unflustered and quickly devised a way to break the stalemate. This Lower Realm is truly full of surprises.
「Sowhere among the clouds.」
Yu Xiaolong rode on his luan chariot, craning his neck to observe the distant battlefield, his eyes alight with fervent excitent. "Interesting, so you can fight like that! Yi Xing can't even get a shot off!"
Elder Lin, his eyes half-closed, said, "This person indeed has so ability."
Yu Xiaolong suddenly turned his head to look at him. "Elder Lin, do you think I could recruit him?"
After a mont of thought, Elder Lin shook his head. "It would be difficult."
Yu Xiaolong frowned. "Why? I have money!"
The corners of Elder Lin's mouth twitched. "It's not a matter of money. First, he has to survive his encounter with Yi Xing."
Yu Xiaolong glanced at the battlefield again, where the situation remained unchanged. "Isn't this an advantage? Yi Xing can't even nock an arrow now, so how can he fight?"
Elder Lin shook his head, a serious look in his eyes. "A disciple of the Yi Clan is not so simple."
After a pause, he added, "Taking a step back, even if he does survive Yi Xing, don't forget, my prince, no matter how outstanding the prodigies of this realm may be, their abilities are ultimately limited—they are rely auxiliary. In the end, what truly decides matters is each clan's own power."
As if to confirm Elder Lin's words, the situation on the battlefield changed.
After being blocked by Wang Xiu once again, Yi Xing's expression was lined with frustration, his face alternating between pale and flushed with anger. He found the youth before him as infuriatingly tenacious as a stubborn plaster that he simply couldn't shake off.
BOOM!
A torrent of runes erupted from his body, and an endless mystical light engulfed the void. His long hair whipped about wildly, as if he had been driven to madness. An incredibly ancient character appeared on his forehead, flickering with golden light as his aura suddenly swelled several tis over. A golden ocean washed over the void, forming a unique domain.
Behind Yi Xing, a massive Dharma Idol materialized—a giant with a bare upper body, a river of stars over his head, holding a colossal Golden Ancient Bow as tall as a mountain.
At that mont, the world grew dim. An infinite starry sky appeared, filled with brightly shining stars. Nine blazing golden suns rumbled as they streaked across the starry river, aligning into a single line before finally coalescing into a burning divine arrow.
The mont the divine arrow materialized, the heavens and the earth trembled. Dense runes blotted out the sun as ripples spread through the void. Below, the mountains shattered, sending giant boulders tumbling down as several streams evaporated.
"Is this... the Yi Clan's inherited Divine Skill, Luo Jinwu?"
"Legend has it that the Ancient Ancestor of the Yi Clan once severely wounded Emperor Jinwu with this very arrow!"
"Yi Xing has kept his cards close to his chest! To think he actually mastered this move!"
"For this human from the Lower Realm to push Yi Xing to this extent is sothing to be proud of."
High in the sky, the prodigies from the Nine Heavens exclaid, recognizing the origins and the extraordinary power of Yi Xing's arrow.
They also felt a pang of pity for Wang Xiu. This battle was finally coming to an end. If Wang Xiu hadn't been injured, he might have had a chance to defeat Yi Xing. But now... there was no suspense left.
As Yi Xing drew the bowstring, the aura around him intensified to its peak, and a divine light shot from his eyes. "Run! Keep running! Do you really think a little skill is enough to defeat those of us from the Upper Realm? You might be a hero in this Lower Realm, but in our eyes, you're nothing more than an ant that's slightly stronger than the rest!"
[DING!]
[The system has detected soone boasting nearby. Congratulations to the Host for gaining 888 Mana!]
At this mont, he was like a deity—powerful and inviolable. His arrow had locked onto the entire expanse of the void. No matter how exceptional Wang Xiu's footwork was, dodging was impossible.
Wang Xiu said nothing. He stood in the void, forming seals with his hands as his white hair drifted though there was no wind. On his forehead, an ancient Daoist Text shone brightly, emitting an overwhelming aura as vast as an ocean.
Transcendent and supre, like a god, yet also like a devil.
Great Yin Yang Demon Ruo Seal!
In an instant, the stars dimd. The Yin-Yang Energy of heaven and earth rapidly converged before Wang Xiu, forming a colossal ancient seal that blotted out the sky. Wreathed in swirling Chaotic Qi, it pressed down toward Yi Xing.
At the sa ti, Yi Xing released the bowstring. The divine arrow instantly ignited the void, subrging endless runes and even swallowing the starlight. It transford into a burning Golden Crow, charging forward with a sky full of roiling flas.
When the two collided, it was as if heavenly thunder had ignited earthly fire. A vast expanse of the void was annihilated as an intense light engulfed the area. It took a long, long ti to dissipate.
"Who won? What's the outco?"
"It should be Yi Xing, right? With an ultimate technique like Luo Jinwu, there's no way he could lose!"
"Not necessarily. That last strike from the white-haired youth was also extraordinarily powerful. Maybe he had a chance!"
"Impossible..."
The crowd buzzed with discussion. They poured Mana into their eyes to see past the annihilating runes that filled the sky. When the scene ca into view, they were all shocked.
Amidst a collapsed mountain range, Yi Xing was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. His clothes were tattered and he was covered in blood, pinned beneath a giant rock.
Wang Xiu, now covered in a layer of dust, sat atop that sa giant rock. His face looked even paler than before. Yet, he did not appear disheveled. Instead, he exuded a wild, unrestrained air that captivated many of the female cultivators for a mont.
This battle, the final result... did Wang Xiu actually win?
"He lost? Yi Xing actually lost!"
"To be defeated by a prodigy from the Lower Realm... how utterly laughable!"
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