"Bang."
In an instant.
A faint purple ray, thin like a thread and almost imperceptible, silently shot out from his fingertips.
This ray carried no earth-shattering montum, no dazzling brilliance, yet it seed to ignore the spatial distance, disregard the defense setup ford by rhythm and lody on the field, and bypass Liu Shuwen’s poised Mystical Technique.
Sizzle——
The faint purple ray effortlessly pierced through the stage, slicing through it like a knife through tofu, eting no substantial resistance.
In Liu Shuwen’s eyes, which barely had ti to react, the thin ray hit her chest with perfect precision.
Buzz!
A green protective barrier suddenly lit up, instantly teleporting her away.
"The match is over! Yin Long wins!"
The solemn voice of the True Man of the Dark Mirror announced, his tone tinged with a trace of undisguisable astonishnt and shock.
It took the audience more than ten seconds to react.
If Lin Guang sending off the Heaven-slaying Demon earlier was a turning point, a serious sword using true skill.
Then Yin Long’s duel with Liu Shuwen seed like the casual one-hit-kill against any other weaker opponents experienced before.
But... is this really possible?
Could two prodigies with Dao Marks, and an ordinary Purple Talent, be the sa before Yin Long?
Equally vulnerable?
......
At this mont, at the top of the Secret Realm, around a crystal oscillating between illusion and reality, the clouds in the sky continuously rolled and churned, forming a spectacle, with the faint sound of a dragon’s roar erging.
This was proof of ever-thickening fortune converging.
In past years, even the provincial finals wouldn’t garner such montum as today’s semi-finals, with the accumulated fortune already surpassing the finals of previous events.
It wasn’t just due to Great Xia’s proactive guidance.
But because...
Sothing exceedingly significant on the level of destiny was gathering, drawing these stares and thoughts.
At this mont, the surprised gazes of the True n were focused on a certain mountain peak, on the crystal-clear and statue-like figure of Li Long.
"Yin Tianxing, you’ve hidden it from us well."
On the mountain peak, the first to speak was the profound True Man.
His extrely hoarse voice almost reached a peak of excitent, seeming indifferent to the fact that Yin Long’s next match was against Southern Saint Sect’s own Zuo Qingtian.
"That young one from your family, to have reached such a level in silence?! He managed to stay hidden until now... even I just realized it."
"His sudden dormancy, halting challenges against his peers, it began more than half a year ago... and now this is revealed."
"Indeed, it seems peers are no longer his target."
Another voice, slightly cold yet equally authoritative, Zhen Feing, interjected:
"In the Nine Provinces, our Fenghai Province has never been considered top-tier in heritage. Although we’ve occasionally produced so renowned elite talents, we’ve remained sowhat overshadowed compared to true centers of dragon lineage like the Imperial Capital and Coastal districts."
"In the Golden Era a century ago, our Fenghai Province also had a surge of talents, including Qilin’Er with over six Dao Marks at birth."
"But like this provincial match, with no golden talents on the surface, the overall potential and this inexplicable ’montum’ seem to make it more thrilling than the last."
"I had been wondering earlier, who was it that gave such a feeling."
"Lin Guang? Jiang Nalan? Zuo Qingtian?"
"But now, I can be certain..."
"This young man nad Yin Long may indeed have the qualifications to contend for the lofty position of Celestial King in this Golden Era with others."
Yin Tianxing seed unsurprised by their reactions, rely shifting his dragon whiskers and nodding his dragon head lightly, without a trace of modesty.
As if all the praise, all the admiration, was rightful for Yin Long, like those things inherently belonged to the youth acclaid by the masses below.
But suddenly, Wu Hai the True Man let out a long sigh: "This scenario reminds of that Fenghai Province prodigy from forty-five years ago."
At this mont, everyone fell silent.
"Had she not sacrificed herself, she might have been able to stand on par with us now, perhaps even surpass us."
Wu Hai’s voice was filled with regret and a hint of remorse: "She was still too stubborn."
"Even if she had taken half a step back, she wouldn’t have perished in the demon tide. An unripe genius... is still too fragile."
He looked towards the massive Li Long: "Yin Tianxing, you must not let him repeat those mistakes."
Above the Floating Immortal Island, a subtle silence fell.
Only below, within the stadium, did cheers erupt from the audience in response to Yin Long’s victory, faintly carried by the wind.
......
Night.
The night unfolded like a deep blue velvet, enveloping the Secret Realm.
At the Experintal School’s Floating Island, inside a certain quiet room in a villa.
Vishdair stood in the center of an array with a diater of just two ters, entirely composed of sky-blue Spirit Patterns, faintly enveloped by a force field.
—— This was the Clear Heart Array activated by the auxiliary Spiritual Artifact provided by Kong Guofeng.
At this mont, the silver-haired girl had her eyes tightly closed, fine droplets of sweat seeping from her forehead, her delicate face slightly flushed from intense concentration, her hands gripping sothing tightly.
The thing seed to struggle, pulse, occasionally convulsing violently, exuding a sinister dark red aura.
Without a doubt, this was the heart of the Tier Five Peak Purple Legendary Level Magical Beast, one step away from becoming a Beast King, the [Purgatory Count].
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