Flying Immortal Academy, No.1 Martial Arts Arena, the ground paved with copper bricks, worn and polished countless tis, yet still intact, shimring with a golden glow.
An Youxing is tall, wearing a moon-white robe made of soft fabric, a warm jade pendant hanging from his waist, with dark and mysterious eyes, exuding confidence and calmness.
Qin Ming originally refused but couldn’t resist the warm invitation in the end.
He reflected, he shouldn’t be aloof, it was a small effort, why push people away?
"Co on!" An Youxing had long been designated as a Divine Seed, now even reaching the early stage of the Third Realm, truly a young rising star.
The audience was full of Divine Seeds, etc., with no ordinary people; Jiang Ran, Pei Shuyan, and others all looked over.
Qin Ming smiled and clasped his fists, far more enthusiastic than before, after all, the opponent ntioned the Vermilion Bird Evil.
"Can I get in line?" Xiang Yiwu eagerly asked.
"Uh, can I cut in line?" Wu Yaizu inquired.
An Youxing’s gaze beca cold, these Newcors are so blindly confident, thinking they can reap benefits here?
Who is the sheep here? Do they really think this Quasi-Immortal Seed of the Third Realm is just for show?
"Please!" An Youxing ignored the other two, gesturing to Qin Ming.
He displayed a mass of Spirit Light, with an obvious Pure Yang attribute, like evening clouds mixed with Immortal Gold, dazzling and sacred, making the nearby Fire Spring appear dim and dull.
Qin Ming stood close, extended his right hand, bent his middle finger, and joined it with his thumb, while the other three fingers naturally spread out, aiming at his forehead.
Suddenly, An Youxing’s expression darkened, was he trying to flick his forehead? Was he crazy!
"Attention, this is my ultimate skill, Thunderstruck!" Qin Ming solemnly said, aiming at the radiant Consciousness Spiritual Light on his forehead.
He didn’t reveal the Yin Yang Diagram, only utilizing a strand of Extre Yang Heavenly Light, a part of the Yang Fish.
Instantly, a white light swirled at his fingertip, then intensified, like a piece of lightning swirling, exceptionally blinding.
Qin Ming seriously reminded, "This is the result of my month-long practice of the Thunder Fire Skill, with a flick of a finger, Heavenly Light erupts like thunder, you should be careful."
A group of Quasi-Immortal Seeds focused on his fingertip, is this the Heavenly Light cultivated from the Silk Scripture?
Cui Chonghe watched most attentively.
Pei Shuyan, born in the Outer World, with a rich family heritage, had so knowledge of those who achieved the Silk Scripture in history, his eyes flowing with spiritual light.
Jiang Ran, like an immortal orchid rooted on a secluded cliff, her green robe fluttering, mysterious patterns interwoven on her forehead, was attempting to analyze that divine Heavenly Light.
Qin Ming flicked his finger, and indeed, a blinding bolt of lightning seed to fly out, piercing into the Pure Yang Consciousness, instantly transforming into a blazing fla.
An Youxing was originally very confident, being in the Third Realm, but now felt his Spiritual Field shaking violently, as if being drilled through and distorted.
For a mont, his spiritual consciousness was in intense pain, as if being hamred by a red-hot Big Hamr, falling heavily.
This made him feel uneasy, was he really going to fail here against soone a whole realm lower?
Qin Ming flicked his finger a second ti, the thunderous sound deafening, a blazing white light shot out, impacting An Youxing’s Consciousness Spiritual Light, igniting it.
An Youxing felt his entire Spiritual Field was being shaken and about to be burned through, this ti the pain surged, almost causing him to groan involuntarily.
However, he had already spoken, if he were defeated by a Newcor of the Second Realm, it would be truly disgraceful.
Qin Ming said, "This concentrated Thunder Fire Heavenly Light, I can release five strands in a short ti, if you really can’t take it, say sothing beforehand."
An Youxing sighed in relief, only five strands, he gritted his teeth to endure it.
On Qin Ming’s third flick, a loud boom occurred, the Heavenly Light incredibly blazing, even more terrifying.
An Youxing’s mind went hazy, the mass of Consciousness Spiritual Light was burned through!
This was really... unbearable, too painful, he found it hard to believe, how could a Newcor of the Second Realm have Heavenly Light so monstrous? Able to hurt him!
But, three strikes had already passed, he decided to grit his teeth and bear it.
Moreover, he was prepared, imdiately using a piece of Pure Yang Spirit Light refined by his teacher, placing it at the front, preparing for the fourth strike.
Sure enough, he withstood the next strike.
Following this, Qin Ming continuously flicked his finger three tis, long surpassing five strikes, all hitting his Spirit Light, creating a booming resonance in his consciousness, buzzing incessantly.
At this mont, An Youxing felt like soone was flicking his forehead!
At this stage, he hadn’t reached the point where Pure Yang Consciousness enveloped his entire being, most of the Spirit Light was lurking within his head.
Being flicked like this, and then resonating with the body, it really felt like being hamred on the head.
"Wasn’t it five strikes?" He couldn’t help but curse, but as soone of the Third Realm, how could he complain? He wanted to grit his teeth and endure.
However, the young man in front of him was quite shaless, five strikes then another five, his Consciousness Spiritual Light nearly burst open, rapidly ignited.
Qin Ming didn’t overdo it, nor did he attempt to break through the piece of Pure Yang Consciousness his teacher had refined for him.
Even so, it was enough, the Heavenly Light surged, bypassed the blocked area, fiercely burning the Spirit Light elsewhere.
An Youxing let out a loud cry, truly unable to withstand it, if he continued to persist for face, that piece of Consciousness Spiritual Light would be completely incinerated, causing great loss.
He staggered backward, the Spirit Light returning to the body.
At this mont, his Spiritual Field and body resonated, his head felt like it had been kicked by a donkey, throbbing with pain.
He had an illusion that his skull was cracked, with a large lump on his head, swelling up.
Even, after the spirit and body resonated, the body’s instinctive reaction caused his eyes to redden.
"Brother, are you okay?" Qin Ming asked with concern.
An Youxing hated his body’s instincts, fortunately, at the last mont, he controlled it, the Consciousness Spiritual Light swirling, without shedding a tear.
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