Zither Emperor Chapter 478 Chapter 149 The Battle of the Two Divine Beasts

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All attacks, whether it was the misty ice fog brought by the two Polar Ice Demon Apes or the full-strength, hundred-inch claws unleashed by the Golden Behemoth Dysis, dissipated into nothingness in front of that flawlessly pure slice of cold plum blossom.

The ice fog dispersed, the claws shattered, and Dysis let out a roar in midair, his body, filled with golden battle aura, plummeted to the ground like a golden meteor.

The hundred-inch claws turned to ash in an instant, and for the first time in his life, Dysis encountered a feeling of being utterly powerless to resist.

There was no overwhelming pressure, only unresistable sword qi.

His strong body, which boasted a defense akin to heavy armor and a golden battle aura that matched a Sixth Rank Zi rank, couldn’t fully protect him.

As the claws shattered, those criss-crossing, invisible sword qi had already lacerated his body with a thousand fine cuts.

When that golden figure fell to the ground, the gold had turned into a bloody red.

With a thunderous crash, Dysis’s massive form created a deep crater in the ground.

“Dysis——” Perkins roared in the distance.

Dysis was his best brother, and seeing him severely injured turned Perkins’ eyes red with rage.

He was about to rush over when Zi Yi grabbed his shoulder.

Elder Mei Qing slowly descended from the air, his originally rosy cheeks now somewhat pale, and his hand holding the longsword trembled slightly.

That sword strike was the strongest sword technique of the Mei Clan and also a strike at his limit; the release of one thousand eight hundred sword thrusts also caused him considerable depletion.

Ah-Er and Ah-San were terrified.

Their massive forms didn’t dare to advance and attack Mei Qing; instead, they both rushed to Dysis’s side.

If Dysis, who had their soul sacrifices, died, they too couldn’t possibly live alone.

Mei Qing’s chest rose and fell, but the hand gripping the longsword gradually steadied.

Standing where he was, he naturally wouldn’t rush to attack; he needed time to regulate his Douqi.

Dysis wasn’t dead.

As a Golden Behemoth, his body was too strong.

Even if his golden fur had been stained blood red, he still stubbornly stood up from the crater he had made.

Being so severely injured despite his calculations was something the violent-tempered Dysis absolutely couldn’t accept.

With an angry roar, fresh blood sprayed again from his not yet healed wounds as he left a bloody footprint with every step.

Under the protection of the two Polar Ice Demon Apes, he once again walked toward Mei Qing.

Even Mei Qing couldn’t help but feel secretly shocked by Dysis’s persistently bloodthirsty gaze.

“Enough.” Just when everyone thought the battle would continue, a person appeared between the two sides.

Ye Yinzhu stood between Dysis and Mei Qing, looking calmly at Dysis, “Go back.

We admit defeat in this fight.”

Dysis was stunned for a moment.

His true injuries were far less severe than they seemed on the surface.

The shattered hundred-inch claws could grow back, and his powerful healing abilities meant the fine cuts were incapable of inflicting serious damage.

After all, Elder Mei Qing wasn’t a true Sub-God rank, and it would be difficult to inflict further damage on him after exhausting his abilities through the ice, destroying Dysis’s claws, and breaking through the golden battle aura.

“Your Excellency, the Zither Emperor, I can still fight.”

Ye Yinzhu indifferently said, “I told you to go back.”

With his rage fully kindled by Mei Qing, Dysis glared at Ye Yinzhu with fierce eyes, “Why?”

Ye Yinzhu slowly raised his head, locking eyes with Dysis.

In that moment, Dysis suddenly realized that the feeling Ye Yinzhu gave him was even more terrifying than Elder Mei Qing.

At that moment, it was as if he merged with the vast Burna Mountain Range around him; just a gaze was enough to exert a tremendous pressure on himself.

“pared to victory, your life is more precious.

Go back.” Ye Yinzhu’s explanation was brief but very firm, leaving no room for doubt.

This time, Dis did not resist.

He couldn’t even muster the slightest urge to resist.

He remembered Zi’s words and who had truly defeated the War Behemoth Glacis within the Northernmost Wilderness Ice Ring.

The bloodthirst in his eyes gradually diminished, and he respectfully bowed to Ye Yinzhu, saying, “Yes, Your Excellency, the Zither Emperor.”

Apart from the two Polar Ice Demon Apes, only Mei Qing heard what Ye Yinzhu said to Dis.

His gaze towards Ye Yinzhu suddenly held something more.

A leader who could protect his subordinates like this might not necessarily be successful, but it was enough to win the genuine respect of his followers.

At the same time, Mei Qing also realized another issue: the relationship between this descendant of the Ye family and the Four Major Races of Qin City was not as simple as he claimed.

At least from the beginning of the petition until now, no race from Qin City had dared to disrespect him.

The invisible aura he displayed when he spoke to Dis, merging with his surroundings, gave the Supreme Elder a profound sense of his unfathomable depth.

Both sides were back at the starting line, each with two victories in four battles.

Both the Eastern Dragon Empire and the Four Great Foreign Races of Qin City became more cautious.

On the side of the Eastern Dragon Empire, Ye Yinzhu’s grandmother, Lan Ruxue, was about to step forward from her side when another figure took her place, “Let me handle this round, Ruxue.

With you as our final defense, we are more assured of victory.” The one who stepped forward was none other than the Chrysanthemum Clan Master, Wei Lingfeng.

Despite his advanced age, it was undeniable that the Chrysanthemum Clan Master carried himself with grace.

Without any apparent effort, he elegantly appeared on the battlefield, holding a longsword that emanated a pale gold light.

The scabbard was carved with the form of a golden giant dragon, and the hilt had a long yellow tassel.

It was his famous Yellow Dragon Sword.

On Qin City’s side, Zi exchanged a glance with Anya before stepping forward confidently.

They hadn’t anticipated the strong bat power of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.

Ordinarily, according to Zi and Anya’s calculations, Dis, possessing two Magical Beasts capable of Soul Sacrifice, was expected to win a victory, but Dis had lost.

Ye Yinzhu’s decision was wise; although Mei Qing had expended a lot in unleashing that one strike, as a Supreme Elder of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, he definitely had the strength to defeat at least two of Dis’s three.

Even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory, and that was precisely what Ye Yinzhu wished to avoid.

The battle would continue, and Zi could not allow another failure.

Therefore, he stepped forward himself, while Ming, the strongest among the Four Great Foreign Races of Qin City, stayed behind.

“Zi, give him a good lesson,” Ye Yinzhu municated his thoughts to Zi through their equal-life pact.

He was no longer the child who had left the blue sky and sea; he had a clear understanding of the situation between his grandfather and grandmother.

Although he did not know the specifics, he could guess that the conflict between his grandparents was largely due to the Chrysanthemum Clan Master.

Of all the Eight Eastern Dragon Sects, the one that disgusted Ye Yinzhu the most was the Chrysanthemum Clan, with the Wei brothers being particularly irritating to him.

Using this opportunity to seek some justice for his grandfather seemed like the best choice.

Zi did not respond, but a glance from his pale purple eyes told Ye Yinzhu much about their tacit understanding.

Wei Lingfeng was seeing Zi for the first time.

With his purple hair and eyes and his tall, muscular body, Wei Lingfeng mistook Zi for a strength-type warrior.

Raising his longsword leisurely with his left hand, he said calmly, “I am the Sect Master of the Chrysanthemum Clan, Wei Lingfeng, and my sword’s name is Yellow Dragon, which means to strike directly at the heart of the dragon.”

Zi’s mouth twitched slightly as he replied indifferently, “So it seems that the Eastern Dragon Clans also have those with unique romantic preferences.

This ‘strike at the heart of the dragon’ seems quite appropriate for you, the Chrysanthemum Clan Master.”

If it weren’t for the approaching battle and his role as a referee, Ye Yinzhu would probably have burst out laughing; he hadn’t expected the usually cool Zi to have such a humorous side.

“You’re courting death,” Wei Lingfeng’s face changed dramatically, a flash of anger quickly disappearing as he unsheathed his sword with a whoosh, his purple Douqi aiming straight for Zi’s chest.

From the color of the Douqi, Ye Yinzhu deduced that Wei Lingfeng’s Douqi level was probably around Third Rank Zi rank.

As the sharp purple light attacked his chest, Zi did not move but quietly watched his opponent.

Chrysanthemum Clan sword techniques, entirely different from the wide swinging style of the Mei Clan, were intricate and deadly.

Though filled with rage, Wei Lingfeng was after all a sect master.

The purple light drawn by his longsword curved elegantly like the petals of a chrysanthemum.

It seemed as though he was aiming for Zi’s chest, but as the sword drew close, he aimed for Zi’s throat, revealing the trickiness and ferocity of his swordsmanship.

Zi raised a hand, moving so fast that Wei Lingfeng couldn’t see how.

When the Yellow Dragon Sword thrust towards Zi, it struck his large hand instead.

Zi’s hand turned crystal-like, and with a light clang, the longsword filled with Third Rank Zi Douqi could not advance an inch against it.

Simultaneously, a visible trail of purple energy followed the sword as it spiraled upwards, entwining with the sword, and Wei Lingfeng’s Yellow Dragon Sword began to show signs of crystallization.

Though Wei Lingfeng had encountered many surprises in battle, a situation like this was a first for him; he wasn’t even sure whether Zi was using Douqi or Magic.

Shocked, he erupted with all his Douqi, twisted his wrist, and with his fingers gripping the sword — middle, ring, and little fingers spread apart — he flicked three arc-shaped Douqi blasts, sending sword energies towards Zi’s eyes and throat.

Meanwhile, his Yellow Dragon Sword let out a piercing shriek as it swiftly retracted in a spinning motion.

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