Under the sunlight, the fine sword in Ji Mingkong’s hands shimred with an eerie glow, clearly not an ordinary treasure.
At the very least, it was probably an Immortal-grade Treasure, and it might have special effects.
Ji Mingkong’s pupils slightly contracted within her beautiful eyes, but then she smiled again, "Now, saying anything is aningless. This palace only wanted to seek justice for the Sect Master of the Sword King Sect, but you were obstinate and would not listen. I am not in the wrong; you are!"
"Seek justice?"
Ling Xiao really wanted to laugh.
He feared that even Ji Mingkong herself would not believe such a thing.
"I’ve seen the shaless, but soone as shaless as you is indeed rare."
Ling Xiao’s expression turned cold, and the light from the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand grew more and more intense.
"Let’s begin. With soone like you, there’s no point in talking anymore."
Feeling the terrifying Heavenly Origin Power surging out from Ling Xiao’s body, a hint of surprise flashed in Ji Mingkong’s beautiful eyes.
It seed that this young man wasn’t entirely pretending—born with a Heavenly Pulse, yet his Heavenly Origin Power was nearly at full mastery, sothing ordinary Heavenly Pulse Warriors could never achieve.
No wonder this young man had defeated Qin Bi Xue.
It’s just a pity that against , he still has no chance.
Those delicate jade hands held the slender treasured sword, and the Heavenly Origin Power condensed into a whirlwind, swirling and dancing on the longsword.
The dispersed energy constantly collided with the protective barrier and Martial Arts Platform.
The Martial Arts Platform, which had undergone rigorous repairs, was still marred by the forceful Heavenly Origin Power, very unsightly to behold.
Ji Mingkong raised her sword, pointing it at Ling Xiao from afar. The sharp blade, like a poisonous snake, flicked its tongue, projecting a formidable threat.
As the Heavenly Origin Power continued to surge from their bodies, their montum beca increasingly powerful.
The atmosphere of the entire competition field tensed up because of this.
The air seed to have frozen, and everyone was as if under a spell.
Silent.
Even afraid to move.
Their gazes were all drawn to the Martial Arts Platform, truly eager to know the outco of this battle.
Will Ling Xiao, the dark horse, continue his streak and utterly defeat the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty?
Or will Ji Mingkong uphold her honor?
On the Martial Arts Platform, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with a black and gold fla.
"Ling Xiao, rember that your opponent is the Holy Son, the lawful heir to the Sacred Dynasty! You’d best..."
From the VIP seats, the Sacred Emperor still felt so unease, so he attempted to convey his thoughts to Ling Xiao.
However, to his frustration, Ling Xiao did not wait for him to finish speaking and, amidst the watchful eyes of everyone, took a step, his body turning into a blur as he quickly thrust his sword towards Ji Mingkong.
"Enough talk, let’s fight!"
In the instant the sword light flashed, Ling Xiao threw this response to the Sacred Emperor.
Since faces had already been torn apart, there was no need for subtlety.
The raging fire in his chest was to fully erupt today, without any rcy!
Like a vicious beast that had waited for a long ti, the mont had finally arrived to hunt its prey, and Ling Xiao certainly couldn’t stop now.
Ji Mingkong coldly watched Ling Xiao charging towards her.
Her eyes held a touch of disdain.
While possessing the Natural Dragon Soul, she also had the "Heavenly Secret Martial Soul" passed down through generations of the Holy Dynasty.
The Heavenly Secret Martial Soul allowed a martial artist to have the ability to fly in the Transcendent Realm, as well as execute various terrifying finishing moves.
The Natural Dragon Soul represented vitality, the ability to heal as if undying.
The Heavenly Secret Martial Soul bestowed upon her terrifying offensive and defensive capabilities.
Thus, Ji Mingkong’s disdain for Ling Xiao, even her lack of fear, was not without reason.
When Ling Xiao was less than ten ters away from her, Ji Mingkong finally moved.
In that instant, a bizarre pavilion appeared behind her, covered in nurous strange inscriptions.
This was the physical manifestation of the Heavenly Secret Martial Soul.
"Swoosh!"
As the inscriptions on the pavilion emitted a soft glow, Ji Mingkong’s speed reached an astonishing level. In the blink of an eye, she crossed the ten ters, passing by Ling Xiao.
Due to her extre speed, many spectators failed to see the mont they passed each other, during which there had already been a groundbreaking exchange.
With a slight flick of her odd, slender sword, Ji Mingkong’s sharp Heavenly Origin Power transford into Sword Qi, thrusting toward Ling Xiao’s throat.
In that instant, Ling Xiao reacted too.
The Purple Lightning Sword flashed coldly, thunder and lightning resonating as it easily shattered Ji Mingkong’s Sword Qi.
After destroying the Sword Qi, Ling Xiao was far from idle.
His indifferent eyes flickered with intense murderous intent.
Then he stabbed at Ji Mingkong’s back with his sword.
The terror of his Sword Qi compressed the air to almost solid in an instant, causing many to have the illusion that Ji Mingkong’s body was distorted.
Feeling the strong and vicious Sword Qi behind her, Ji Mingkong’s brows furrowed.
It seed she was sowhat surprised.
Ling Xiao, be it in his reflexes or judgnt, was much more outstanding than she had imagined.
She had watched Ling Xiao’s previous fights with others and had so understanding of him. Although she verbally disdained Ling Xiao, she actually held so apprehension towards him.
So, during their fight, she was indeed serious.
However, this ti Ling Xiao perford better than in any previous fight.
Frowning, Ji Mingkong stabbed backward with her slender sword, blocking Ling Xiao’s Purple Lightning Sword at an extrely odd angle.
Ding!
The sound of tal clashing rang out, but the Purple Lightning Sword was not stopped. The formidable Power of Thunder and Lightning combined with the strong Destruction Sword Intent, Ling Xiao, at this mont, firmly held the upper hand.
The slender Treasured Sword was almost bent from the pressure.
"Hiss~~"
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Heavenly King Sect gasped in shock.
They had not anticipated that the battle would start like this, that Ling Xiao would actually dare to face the Holy Son head-on.
Ji Mingkong was, after all, Ji Mingkong.
Though surprised, she was not flustered.
In that mont, a fearso concentration of Heavenly Origin Power gathered on her slender sword, and the originally thin blade suddenly widened, its terrifying power bouncing Ling Xiao and his Purple Lightning Sword away.
"Is that the Heavenly Secret Sword?"
Soone in the stands recognized the Treasured Sword in Ji Mingkong’s hand.
"There’s no mistake, she’s using the Heavenly Secret Sword that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Sacred Dynasty, and the sword technique she’s using is the Heavenly Secret Sword Technique!"
"The rumors say that the Heavenly Secret Sword is part of a complete set, ranging from Ordinary Treasures to the legendary Divine Grade Tian Dao instrunts. Who knows how many are left within the Sacred Dynasty."
"That’s not the key point. The key is that the ’Heavenly Secret Sword Technique’ is extrely difficult to cultivate. However, for every level one cultivates, one gains a layer of transformation in the Heavenly Secret Martial Soul. There are thirty-six layers in total, equivalent to thirty-six transformations. So far, only the King of People has successfully cultivated it."
"Right, other mbers of the royal family are grateful to be able to cultivate to the first level before the age of twenty. But looking at this situation, His Highness the Saint’s Son has already successfully cultivated to the third layer’s ’Form Transformation,’ which is why her Heavenly Secret Sword can change size."
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