Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar Chapter 675 - 470 Demonic Nature3

Fortunately, Shang Yaoqin was holding the fort within the Phoenix Creek Sect at this ti.

Inside the White Jade Palace of Rainbow Fire Peak, Shang Yaoqin’s expression was calm as she slowly took out the white jade flute from her waist.

She exuded a black divine radiance, as if donning an Emperor’s robe. With each Dragon Tiger Stride, lotuses blossod underfoot, causing the entire Phoenix Creek Sect to erupt in an extraordinary golden glow.

It was precisely because of her movent that the Phoenix Creek Sect had not been injured or destroyed by the brilliant, supre thunder.

With each step, she ascended to the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, Shang Yaoqin had reached the uppermost sky.

On the ground, apart from a few Martial Arts Heavenly Talents like Hong Yuan and Lin Bu Jing, ordinary people had great difficulty observing the clash of auras between Shang Yaoqin and Hua nghuang.

BANG.

BANG. BANG.

In the sky above, the two won stood, facing each other head-on.

At this mont, Shang Yaoqin was clad in the Emperor’s black robe, the Yin-Yang Divine Fish Diagram reflected behind her. Her eyes were like the eyes of the heavens; she seed like the Heavenly Emperor reborn, supre and unparalleled.

Hua nghuang was draped in a white Dream Robe, surrounded by halos of dream-like luster. She held the Dream Sword, her deanor aloof. Her gaze was disdainful of all beings, as if a Sword Immortal had descended to the mortal plane.

Black confronted white. It was a contest between an Emperor and a Sword Saint.

In an instant, a formidable presence surged forth from both of them, furiously pressing towards each other.

One mont the black light was overpowering, pressing down on the white glow. The next, the white glow countered, tangling with the black light.

The divine radiance of black and white was distinct, like two great dragons tightly entangled. They were so evenly matched it was impossible to discern who was stronger or weaker.

CRACK! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Space itself shattered, revealing vast voids, and even the operational principles of the Reverse Saint Array were exposed by their collision.

Such phenona, resulting rely from their clash of auras, terrified Lin Bu Jing to the core. He clenched his teeth, silently chanting, As long as a breath remains, there is no defeat!

Hong Yuan, too, narrowed his eyes, his expression filled with concern. They mustn’t fight, he thought, or the consequences could be irrevocable!

Hong Yuan’s expression was troubled. "Don’t be rash, Yaoqin," he urged. "It’s not yet ti for you to make your final move."

The impending battle between the two strongest Great Dream Seed contenders soon captured the attention of the Heavenly Palace officials administering the Reverse Saint Array.

Not only the Heavenly Palace officials but the entire Treasured Yellow Heaven was stirred by their impending battle. Many turned their gazes in this direction.

"Please, don’t start fighting! If Xiao Yuan ends up benefiting from this, it would be terrible!" the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint exclaid, sitting up straight on her couch, her eyes filled with worry.

Hong Yuan had also considered this. Based on his understanding of Hua nghuang and Shang Yaoqin, he didn’t believe they would fight recklessly, even upon realizing they couldn’t quickly eliminate each other. They wouldn’t simply disregard the consequences.

At least, it was not the most critical mont yet.

Both won valued loyalty and sentint deeply; they lacked a certain reckless devilry.

This devilry was prevalent in Xiao Yuan.

Perhaps after killing Xiao Yuan, they would acquire this quality, but definitely not now.

No, for Shang Yaoqin, if Ye Zhuyin died, the deeper and more ferocious devilry lurking within her would be fully activated!

It could only be said that Hong Yuan understood Hua nghuang and Shang Yaoqin all too well.

The course of events did not unfold according to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint’s wishes.

Between the two won, the battle still began to erupt.

The show begins, Xiao Yuan thought, watching all this from the shadows, a smile tugging at his lips.

Hong Yuan, too, squinted his eyes, waiting for Xiao Yuan’s entrance.