479: Chapter 149: The Battle of the Two Divine Beasts (Part 1)_1 479: Chapter 149: The Battle of the Two Divine Beasts (Part 1)_1 However, Wei Lingfeng’s judgement was wrong, his understanding of Zi’s strength was far too little.
Faced with the attack of those three sword energies, Zi didn’t even make any movements to dodge or block, simply closing his eyes.
When those three sword energies stabbed towards his vital areas, his eyes and throat, those parts had already turned into amethyst.
With three light sounds, these three Zi rank Douqi attacks failed to leave the slightest mark on Zi’s body.
When at rank 8, Zi could cover his body with a layer of amethyst armor through his amethyst bloodline.
Now at rank 9, he had bee pletely amethyst.
As the once leader of the Four Great Divine Beasts of the Beastman Tribe, the first divine beast of the Continent, the Amethyst Behemoth, although he had not pletely grown up, was not someone who could be harmed by Third Rank Zi rank Douqi.
As the three sword energies failed, Wei Lingfeng’s action to unsheathe his sword couldn’t be pleted either.
The Yellow Dragon Sword in Zi’s hand was as immovable as if it were made of molten iron, no matter how much force he applied, he couldn’t break free from Zi’s stable grip.
In the face of absolute strength and defense, skill had already bee useless, but Wei Lingfeng was by no means an individual willing to surrender.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have contended with Ye Li for so many years.
Seeing that he couldn’t easily overe the opponent’s strength and defense, he immediately made the best decision.
Letting go of the Yellow Dragon Sword, where the amethyst light was about to spread to the hilt, he quickly retreated.
From nowhere, he drew another short sword and shouted, “Chrysanthemum Blooms Miles Away.”
A series of purple light arcs suddenly rose up around Wei Lingfeng at the center, his whole body seemingly transformed into a huge chrysanthemum.
Each petal became a lethal weapon, rising in a rotating arc, wrapping towards Zi from all directions, with the sharp edges of the petals aiming straight for all of Zi’s vital spots.
Zi still didn’t move, even Ye Yinzhu was somewhat surprised by his lack of reaction.
The next moment, the chrysanthemum petals outlined by the amethyst light had already tightly entwined his body.
The grating sounds of friction rose incessantly, and tiny sparks of purple light were elicited from the collision between the petals and Zi’s amethyst body.
Wei Lingfeng’s Douqi had been pushed to the limit.
In his view, no matter how strong a person’s defenses were, there were always flaws.
Such an all-enpassing attack would eventually reveal a flaw in his large opponent, who would thus crumble before his Chrysanthemum Clan’s formidable techniques.
However, before he could feel exhilaration, he heard three words, “Crystallize, shatter.”
The weirdly twisted chrysanthemum petals froze in unison, Wei Lingfeng was shocked to find that he had lost control over his exquisite skill “Chrysanthemum Blooms Miles Away”.
Following that, a burst of purple light exploded, all the folds of the released chrysanthemum petals were instantly smoothed out, turning into countless fragments wildly shooting in all directions.
“You take a slash as well,” Zi’s cold voice resonated through the shattered chrysanthemum petals.
He was still standing there, but his hands now held a fearsome longsword.
Yes, it was terrifying.
The longsword, extending seventeen meters with a blade much broader than a door, was held in Zi’s hands like an earth-supporting pillar.
In parison with Wei Lingfeng’s Yellow Dragon Sword, which was said to go straight into the dragon, it was like a glowworm against the bright moon.
The next moment, that gigantic longsword slashed through the air silently, yet the streak of purple light it brought forth in the sky was like a dazzling rainbow.
In the rush of the moment, Wei Lingfeng only had time to lift the short sword in his hand.
Without any sound of collision, the short sword, which appeared to be of exceptional quality, had already been shattered into pieces and, like the Yellow Dragon Sword, disappeared within the amethyst aura.
“Zi—” Just as the Amethyst Great Sword was about to flatten Wei Lingfeng into a pulp, Ye Yinzhu cried out.
He was the referee, responsible for ensuring the safety of both sides.
No matter how undesirable Wei Lingfeng might be, he was still a member of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, the Eastern Dragon Empire.
The Amethyst Great Sword, reforged by the Dwarf Masters, hung just one inch above Wei Lingfeng’s head.
His clothes were instantly soaked with sweat from the shock, his biggest fear being Zi accidentally letting go.
The sheer weight of the sword could probably end his life.
The faces of the powerhouses on the side of the Eastern Dragon Empire became very ugly.
They clearly saw that the Amethyst Great Sword in Zi’s hand was definitely a Divine Artifact, but such a huge artifact, such a huge longsword was something they had never seen before.
How heavy was such a sword?
It was probably tens of thousands of pounds.
Watching the wielder use it with ease, as if an extension of his arm, the Eastern Dragon powerhouses felt a heavy weight on their hearts.
The strength of the Four Great Foreign Races of Qin City was so formidable, prompting Supreme Elder Wei Ming to feel for the first time a sense of probable defeat.
Of course, Ye Li was an exception.
Seeing Wei Lingfeng out of his depth, there was only one word in his heart: satisfying.
He almost called out loud, silently thinking, Yin Zhu, good job, my grandson has not pampered you in vain.
The purple light vanished, and the Amethyst Great Sword disappeared as if it had never appeared.
Zi tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and the remaining hilt of the Yellow Dragon Sword shot towards Wei Lingfeng, who caught it subconsciously.
“Go back and have fun with your ‘direct assault’ alone.” Leaving these words behind, Zi walked away as proudly as when he had arrived.
Wei Lingfeng’s face turned alternately green and white with rage, and with a retch, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
His face was now truly the color of chrysanthemums.
Staggering, he headed toward his own side.
As he passed by Ye Li, he faintly heard Ye Li muttering to himself, “What does ‘direct assault’ alone mean?”
Blinded by rage and unable to contain himself, Wei Lingfeng spat out another mouthful of blood.
With Wei Tingfeng’s support, he barely managed to stand on his side.
His head was bowed, his eyes flickered with venomous light, and his whole body trembled.
Always the pride of the Chrysanthemum Clan from a young age, he had never endured such humiliation.
Zi’s words inflicted more pain than even death could.
Lan Ruxue’s eyes flashed coldly, ready to step out from her side to fight, but she was stopped by Supreme Elder Wei Ming beside her, “A man can be killed, but not humiliated.
It seems that we must teach these foreigners a severe lesson before they will submit.
The Chrysanthemum Clan Master has been insulted, and as a Supreme Elder from that clan, how can I sit idly by?
Elder Lan, let me take this battle.” While speaking, he had already stepped out from the side of the Eastern Dragon Empire, approaching Ye Yinzhu’s side.
Wei Lingfeng was of his nephew’s generation, and seeing the smug Ye Li and the furious, blood-spitting Wei Lingfeng, the Supreme Elder’s anger reached its peak.
A murderous intent flickered in his eyes as he looked at Ye Yinzhu’s side with great malice.
Seeing Supreme Elder Wei Ming take to the field himself, Ye Yinzhu also felt a chill in his heart.
Elder Mei Qing’s move, “One Snip of the Cold Plum,” had left a deep impression on him.
Wei Ming held a higher status than Mei Qing within the Eastern Dragon Empire, which clearly meant his cultivation was even greater.
Judging by the earlier incident with Wei Lingfeng, this Supreme Elder would probably not hold back in bat.
If he intended to deliver a killing blow, then Ye Yinzhu, as the referee, might have no choice but to intervene.
While Ye Yinzhu was contemplating this, the candidate for the sixth match from Qin City’s side had already stepped forward.
Anya and Zi, both clear-sighted, could see that the Eastern Dragon Clans were led by Supreme Elder Wei Ming.
They knew that if they could win this match and defeat the opponent’s powerhouse, leading the score at four to two, they would at least be in an invincible position.
Thus, the participant for the sixth battle was the strongest from Qin City’s side: the third among the Four Great Divine Beasts of the Beastman Clan, the adult Mountain giant, Ming.
When Wei Ming saw Ming, whose stature was even larger than Zi’s, he couldn’t help but think to himself, do all these foreigners grow up eating grass?
How can one be stronger than the next?
When Zi made his move earlier, he realized that Zi was not a human but a rank Nine Beast.
Although he couldn’t guess Zi’s true identity, he paid even more attention to Qin City’s strength.
Seeing Ming, who seemed to have a slightly weaker aura than Zi, he sneered inwardly, ready to unleash his pent-up fury.
Ming was always known for his amiable nature, much like the aura he exuded.
In terms of true strength, the Mountain giants were hardly any weaker than the War Behemoths.
It was this peaceful nature that placed them just behind the War Behemoths in ranking.
“Supreme Elder Wei Ming of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.” Wei Ming didn’t even utter words of courtesy, believing this battle to be a sure victory.
“My name is Ming.” Ming’s simple face revealed a hint of a smile as he nodded to Elder Wei Ming.
Wei Ming indifferently said, “No need for further talk, let’s begin.” As he spoke, he took a step forward with his right foot, and immediately a deep purple Douqi burst forth into the air.
His Seventh Rank Zi rank Douqi ignited in an instant, enveloping his body like deep purple flames.
While Wei Ming might not surpass Elder Mei Qing in bat techniques, when it came to Douqi, he was considered the first within the whole Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.
Otherwise, he would not occupy the position of the first Supreme Elder.
With his Seventh Rank Zi rank strength, he had the ability to fly short distances.
Relying on the unique skills of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, he believed that even if he faced Anya, the second petitor from Qin City, he would still have the confidence to win.
Sensing the pressure from Supreme Elder Wei Ming, Ming didn’t move; he simply watched Wei Ming silently.
Wei Ming, confident in his status, had intended to wait for Ming to initiate the attack.
However, seeing the opponent’s somewhat dazed appearance, he let irritation get the better of him.
Without any special technique, he threw a direct punch at Ming.
What did it matter if he struck first?
He simply wouldn’t use his sword.
As the premier Elder of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, he indeed had reason to be arrogant, his status as the actual number one master of the Eight Clans allowed him to look down on these strong foreigners.
Unfortunately, what he faced today was one of the ancient Four Sacred Beasts, the Mountain giant.
(To be continued.
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