Yi Fu, unrivaled.
Too powerful, unimaginably strong.
Di Qiong’s sword was already seen as exceedingly strong, making people feel despair, that even breathing felt as if between life and death.
But for Yi Fu, it was so simple.
A casual swirl of red mist settled it.
This feeling was as if he casually drank an entire ocean, such astonishnt.
Yi Fu is truly shockingly strong; previously, he was underestimated!
The real Yi Fu surpasses the limits of thought, a true Monster!
Indeed the greatest pride of the Wind Province.
In the Wang Family’s backyard cottage.
Neither Gao Wei nor Wei Hui would miss any detail of the decisive battle scene.
Gao Wei’s face showed a hint of displeasure.
Wei Hui was unmoving, unchanged, thinking it was natural.
"It seems I have taken another wrong step." Deep down, Gao Wei suddenly felt a bit regretful; although she trained Di Qiong as a disciple with today in mind, over hundreds of years, she genuinely cared for Di Qiong, indeed treating her as a disciple, even half a granddaughter, yet she personally...
Though Di Qiong and Yi Fu have only exchanged one move.
She has a bad intuition!!!
Yi Fu is superior!
At this mont.
"Go." Yi Fu smiled on the decisive battle platform, locked onto Di Qiong, casually uttered this word.
Suddenly, the red mist that engulfed the Kong Yun Sword moved again.
It seed to have eyes, imdiately fixating on Di Qiong.
Its movent.
Incredibly fast!
As quick as Instantaneous Movent.
Moreover, during its fluctuation, it seed completely integrated into the air, not just physically but in intention and taste, silently and tracelessly.
Honestly, even Su Chen himself felt sowhat uneasy, his face slightly tense.
"Swish swish swish swish..." Facing the weird attack of the red mist, Di Qiong couldn’t catch the direction or unknown of the attack either; as the saying goes, the unknown is terrifying. Her face turned serious, suddenly lifting her head, eyes firm, her Xuan Jin Sword wildly moving.
Thousands of swords danced in that ultimate speed.
With the sword’s movent, around her, a circular space of sword shadows ford, like a defensive space, completely enveloping her.
She wanted to use this thod to resist the red mist.
This Sword Light defensive space is not simple, seemingly crazy and uncoordinated movent of the Xuan Jin Sword, in fact, follows a complete Swordsmanship rhythm, and moreover, it’s a top-level Swordsmanship rhythm, eighteen sets of top-tier Swordsmanship rhythm rged together, forming a flawless, almost round defense.
"Nice thought, but useless nonetheless." Yi Fu saw this, murmured inwardly, his eyes relaxed, carefree.
He appears to casually send out a red mist, but in fact, this red mist is his Natal Treasure!!!
Indeed.
It is a Natal Treasure.
Martial Cultivators possessing a Natal Treasure are one in millions.
Less than those possessing top-level special physiques.
And Martial Cultivators with Natal Treasures are known as Children of the Heavens.
Born with Great Fortune.
Born with unimaginable talent for martial cultivation.
Yi Fu took Di Qiong seriously; otherwise, he wouldn’t use his Natal Treasure—Scarlet Divine Mist.
The activation of Scarlet Divine Mist, seemingly simple, signifies seventy to eighty percent of Yi Fu’s strength.
Since he began martial arts cultivation, opponents warranting his Scarlet Divine Mist number less than fingers on one hand.
And using Scarlet Divine Mist at the start of a battle, so far, only Di Qiong.
Di Qiong was quite honored.
Indeed.
The next mont.
Ssss!!!
A slightly piercing sound erged.
Along with the sound, it was clear to see, on the sword light defensive space ford by Di Qiong’s frantically wielded Longsword, a direct breach appeared.
A forcibly collided breach.
The seemingly weak red mist could...could...could actually break open the Sword Light space, truly chilling!
Extrely strong!
In this instant, up to a billion Martial Cultivators present were intensely shaken, their eyes nearly popping out.
The gap between Di Qiong and Yi Fu was imnse!
Countless Martial Cultivators pitied Di Qiong, encountering Yi Fu was unfortunate; it wasn’t Di Qiong not being a Monster, nor not being strong, but Yi Fu is simply inhuman!
"It’s about to end?" Below the platform, near the platform, Wee Li murmured, being among the few who knew Yi Fu’s Scarlet Divine Mist, therefore, he felt the decisive battle was concluding. Scarlet Divine Mist breached Di Qiong’s Sword Light defense space, Di Qiong was finished.
Of course, in Wee Li’s view, Yi Fu was overly cautious from the start by using Scarlet Divine Mist, sowhat like using a sledgehamr to kill a chicken; however, he understood, this was Wei Hui’s directive, Yi Fu must fully exert effort and seriousness, leaving no room for negligence.
"Don’t bla !" Yi Fu whispered on the decisive battle platform, watching Scarlet Divine Mist break through the Sword Light defense space. He felt the battle was ending, sowhat dull. Di Qiong was too weak, making him expect in vain.
At this mont, Yi Fu felt a bit lonely; sotis, unrivaled strength is isolating. Among the younger generation, indeed, he has almost no rivals. To find opponents, it seems he should head to the Imperial Academy soon.
However.
Just as Wee Li’s murmurs and Yi Fu’s whispers concluded.
Suddenly.
"Roar!!!"
Dragon’s roar.
A dragon’s roar abruptly echoed through the Heavens and Earth.
Then.
A massive, colossal, sky-covering Divine Dragon.
More accurately, a Chaos Ancestral Dragon.
Just appeared.
Accompanied by the rise of Spiritual Energy in the sky, accompanied by the surge of thunderstorms.
Accompanied by the oppressive Dragon Breath waves.
And the awe-inspiring wandering chaotic aura.
Above the high sky of the decisive battle platform, Di Qiong, restored her true form.
Covered in dark golden scales, layer upon layer, shimring with an internal cold glow.
A pair of gem-like purple-blue dragon eyes locked onto Yi Fu.
Around the decisive battle platform, millions of spectators, martial cultivators, at this mont, were nearly all pale, their eyes almost popping out!!!!
One by one, they lifted their heads, staring fixedly at the Chaos Dragon in mid-air.
Many martial cultivators with weak strength were even oppressed to the ground by the aura of the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon.
Breathe...
Di Qiong exhaled a breath of dragon energy, and within a range of a hundred thousand ters in front of it, the Triple Void beca void.
The massive body, with a single movent, cut through a spatial rift extending three hundred thousand ters.
The tail swayed once, and the endless blue clouds pressing down on the heavens completely dispersed, giving way to a series of exploding spatial voids.
"Roar..." Di Qiong’s dragon roar echoed even louder, piercing through the Nine Heavens, lingering around the heavens, not dissipating for a long ti. Everywhere the dragon’s roar reached, everything was obliterated, the clouds collapsed, the montum was indescribable.
Even more terrifying, the dark golden color on its body, although restrained, although gathered, still spread madly, in the blink of an eye, almost dyeing the entire Wind Province Capital into a dark golden hue.
"Damn it!!" Yi Fu cursed lowly, his face slightly pale, though not terrified, yet extrely heavy. He knew Di Qiong’s true form was the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon, had known it long ago, it was in the information, but still underestimated it.
Indeed, when Di Qiong’s real body explosively appeared before him.
He still felt the strict hierarchy between human martial cultivators and ancient top-level giant beasts.
The oppressive force from the depths of his mind and soul.
"However, even so, you are still not my opponent, the Scarlet Divine Mist is still not sothing you can counter." Taking a deep breath, Yi Fu stabilized his mindset, while his Scarlet Divine Mist, under his ntal command, continued advancing, rushing towards Di Qiong’s terrifying true body, speed increasing, color intensifying redder, even purer and more eerie.
However.
At this mont.
"Boom..." Restoring its true form, Di Qiong clawed down, toward the red mist.
Dominant.
Strong.
Unrestrained.
Unobstructed.
Viciously clawing at it.
Transcending space and ti, ignoring the Triple Void, descending instantly.
Like the hand of the Azure Heaven grabbing a small mound.
The key is, very precise.
Clearly, that Scarlet Divine Mist moved as swiftly as instantaneous movent, could completely fuse with the air, like invisibility.
Yet Di Qiong’s claw still clearly caught it.
Then.
"Buzz!!!"
A sound of wailing, tearing, suddenly rang out.
Accompanying it, a sudden red explosive airwave appeared mid-air.
The Scarlet Divine Mist, really... truly... was captured.
Moreover, shattered.
At that mont, Yi Fu’s complexion beca even paler, almost completely losing color.
His eyes were about to burst.
"How could this be?"
Disbelief.
Refusing to believe it.
His Scarlet Divine Mist, the natal Supre Treasure Scarlet Divine Mist, could be captured?! Could be shattered?!!!
How is it possible?
Yi Fu almost went mad.
It was like a dream.
He didn’t know that Di Qiong, who could use chaotic currents, was not to be provoked.
Because Su Chen possessed chaotic currents, allowing Di Qiong endless ancestral reversion.
Di Qiong was not just a Chaotic Ancestral Dragon, but also a Chaotic Ancestral Dragon with extrely high blood purity, high enough to freely use so chaotic currents. Although far from matching Su Chen’s chaotic currents, it significantly enhanced the power of her grab.
The natal Supre Treasure Scarlet Divine Mist, upon encountering this claw, would also be obliterated.
Wang Family’s backyard.
Inside the thatched cottage.
Gao Wei smiled.
Wei Hui frowned.
"It seems, you will lose." Gao Wei said faintly.
Wei Hui remained silent for a mont, then said, "No. It’s still early."
Wei Hui knew his disciple had other hidden cards besides the Scarlet Divine Mist.
The battle was not over yet.
"Really?" Gao Wei restrained his smile a bit, his expression cooler.
At this mont.
Around the decisive battle platform, dead silent, on the verge of freezing.
Wee Li narrowed his eyes.
He looked up, gazing at the sky above the battle platform.
Vaguely locking onto Di Qiong.
He also knew, even though at the mont Yi Fu seed to have lost a move, the decisive battle wasn’t over, Yi Fu still had a chance to win.
But looking at it now.
The fact that the Scarlet Divine Mist could be shattered, both Yi Fu and himself underestimated Di Qiong.
Maybe, in the end, the outco is unpredictable.
Perhaps Yi Fu truly cannot annihilate Di Qiong.
"It seems, I must act." Wee Li muttered to himself, already prepared.
"You intend to act? If you dare to make a move. You will die. Do you believe it? If not, why not try." However, before Wee Li’s muttering faded, suddenly, a voice echoed into Wee Li’s ears, softly, gently, yet overwhelmingly dominant.
Wee Li’s expression dramatically changed, instinctively looking up.
Towards the source of the voice.
The face eting his gaze was Su Chen’s—calm with a hint of a cold smile.
[Chapter 3, begging for votes ah ah ah. In the cold, bowing hard to request votes ah ah ah, too few votes, and recomnding a friend’s wonderful book nad "Supre Grade Monster Saint Doctor," friends in a reading drought can check it out]
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