At this mont, Wu Zhixing suddenly felt a sense of impending doom.
Without ti to think, he desperately mobilized Profound Qi. The Ying Dragon shadow behind him let out a long chant as the overwhelming Divine Power unfolded layer by layer, transforming in an instant into a powerful Protective Gang Qi that enveloped him tightly.
The "Celestial Spirits" Divine Technique can not only attack but also defend.
Layer upon layer of Protective Gang Qi glowed with a hazy green light, guarding his body like armor. Although its defensive power was not as good as specialized Protective type Divine Power Spirit Treasures, it was already considerable.
Ordinary Minor Divine Techniques could be resisted with Wind Armor alone.
But at this mont, Wu Zhixing felt completely unsure, still desperately gathering Profound Qi to continually thicken the Protective Gang Qi.
"Boom!"
A tiny drop of dew fell onto the Protective Gang Qi, and the compressed Sword Intent exploded with a boom. In just an instant, the thick Protective Gang Qi shattered.
Wu Zhixing’s whole body trembled, and he was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the barrier of the array on the stage, spewing a mouthful of blood with a "wah" sound.
The barrier of the array behind him also couldn’t withstand it, starting to crack inch by inch.
Hiss!
Prince Heng stood up in shock, clutching his bleeding heart in distress.
This, this, this, the array on the platform was sothing he had spent a lot of money to have specially set up. It better not be damaged!!!
"The Junior Prince truly lives up to his na as the number one expert among the young generation in the Capital City, truly extraordinary." Wang Liyao’s voice sounded sowhat ethereal. "Even my single drop of Celestial One True Water is of no avail against you."
"Wait... cough cough cough~"
Wu Zhixing’s eyes were filled with horror. Just as he was about to speak, he choked and coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
"Since that’s the case, I can only reluctantly resort to the second form of the ’Hanging Water Divine Technique’, ’Light Rain Sotis Turning to Heavy Rain’. Wang Liyao’s expression was serious, and her voice was full of gravity. "This form is sothing I’ve recently understood and still have so difficulty controlling. If the power is not contained, I hope the Junior Prince will forgive ."
As her words fell.
The originally gloomy sky darkened further, growing heavier and more oppressive.
Raindrops of dium rain fell, larger and denser than those of light rain.
"I... concede~ cough cough cough~~"
Wu Zhixing’s eyes filled with fear, desperately wanting to refuse.
Fairy Liyao, must you do this? I was barely able to withstand your light rain, and you’re already moving on to the second form?
That so-called second form..."Light Rain Sotis Turning to Heavy Rain"—just the na of this Minor Divine Technique sounds incredibly fierce!
He wanted to concede, but with blood continuously gushing from his mouth, he couldn’t even speak but hastily invoked the broken Protective Gang Qi once more.
Then watched helplessly as the dium rain fell, transforming under Wang Liyao’s Celestial One True Water Technique into ten full drops of "Celestial One True Water"!
The terrifying montum broke through the defensive array, spreading throughout the White Cloud Tower.
In the private seats, in scattered seats, countless people stood up in shock, unable to control themselves.
Boom!
One drop hit him, shattering the Protective Gang Qi and making him vomit blood while once again struggling to raise the Gang Qi.
Boom! The second drop, the third drop!
After the third drop, Wu Zhixing had no strength left to fight and directly lay flat on the ground, passing out.
Only after he fainted did Wang Liyao stop, retracting the Minor Divine Technique of ’Light Rain Sotis Turning to Heavy Rain’.
This scene left everyone present dumbfounded.
The entire White Cloud Tower was silent, and for a mont, no one spoke.
Prince Dexin’s face changed unpredictably, and after a long silence, he finally said, "Good! Though Zhixing lost, he never admitted defeat, choosing to be knocked unconscious instead. What spirit, truly worthy of a mber of our Imperial Family!"
"Uh..." The Celestial River Zhenren sneered, "Dexin, you’re just like you were when you were young, always eager to flatter yourself."
Others couldn’t see it, but these big shots knew the truth. How could Wu Zhixing not want to concede? He was simply beaten so fast he had no ti to do so!
"You..." Prince Dexin was so enraged his face turned livid. After secretly observing Wu Zhixing to ensure he was in no life-threatening danger, he imdiately waved his sleeve, "I am ashad to associate with you."
Saying this, a glow unfolded from his body, and his figure blurred as he disappeared, directly using a Divine Technique to leave.
Seeing him flee, Celestial River Zhenren felt as if he had won a great victory himself, filled with satisfaction, so much so that even looking at Prince Yoong’an he felt much more agreeable.
"Yoong’an, the debt of your ancestor..." he said with a chuckling squint at Prince Yoong’an.
Although Prince Yoong’an was also in the Divine Power Realm, he was much younger in age and rank compared to Prince Dexin and Celestial River Zhenren, and had to act humbly among these old masters.
At this, he respectfully bowed, "Please rest assured, Elder Tianhe. I will make so arrangents upon my return, and within three days, twenty Upper Spirits will certainly be delivered to you."
Even for the Imperial Family, twenty Upper Spirits weren’t a trivial amount, but neither were they a fortune that would cause distress, ensuring there would be no refusal to pay.
"Good, then I’ll wait a few days. Speaking of which, of your line, Yoong’an, you’re the one I appreciate the most. Your temperant is unlike that of your ostentatious ancestor." Celestial River Zhenren said with pride and satisfaction.
Prince Yoong’an couldn’t respond to this, so he could only show a smile that was awkward yet polite, then found an excuse to quickly make his escape.
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