books44 Chapter 1956
Chapter 1956
As the chains of light swirled around it, the silver dragon slowed down more and more, and several wounds appeared on its body, with blood dripping down its silver armor.
Knowing that further delay would lead to defeat, the silver dragon roared and its body swelled once more, transforming into a thousand-meter-long white silver dragon. Its claws slammed towards Qing Tianyu'er, while its tail swept across with a whirlwind.
Meanwhile, Qing Tian Yu'er manifested her Heaven and Earth Form, her thousand-meter-tall figure wielding six divine swords, battling the silver dragon. Dragon roars and sword cries intertwined, divine light and blood splattered, this earth-shattering battle instantly attracted all eyes outside the jade platform, even the disciples watching from the distant warships forgot to breathe.
The account is slow, but in reality, from Zi Mo unfolding the Starry Chessboard and Hei Yu being forced into the battle, to Yu Er and Tian Xing charging into the fray, and then to Jin Hu being seriously injured and Yin Long being caught in a bitter battle, the whole process took only four or five breaths.
In that short moment, both sides unleashed deadly moves, and the battle turned around again and again, leaving the disciples on all sides deeply shocked—especially Tianxing, whose Glazed Divine Power was able to crush the Silver Dragon. If it weren't for the timely intervention of the Nine Nether Quasi-Saint Son, Hei Yu would have been captured long ago. With such combat power, how could he be considered a "newly promoted core disciple"?
On the deck of the warship of the Nine Netherworld Holy Land, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.
Three white-haired elders stood at the forefront. The jade tablet in the leader's hand had been crushed, and jade fragments slipped through his fingers. The elder on the left had a dark face, and his beard trembled slightly with anger. The elder on the right stared intently at the silver dragon in the arena, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.
"This brat! When will he ever curb his arrogance?!" the leading elder roared, his voice filled with suppressed fury.
"The opponent is also at the peak of the Void Returning Realm! He only entered the Holy Land a few thousand years later, yet he's unwilling to even go all out! If he had seriously blocked Tianxing just now, how could he have been blasted away with one blow? How could Tianxing have almost forced Heiyu to his side?"
“A chain reaction!” The elder on the left muttered coldly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the ship’s side. “The two who were originally blocking the Snowdrift Sword Formation were forced to block the Heavenly Star, which allowed Snowdrift to take the opportunity to kill Black Feather; when Silver Dragon came to support Golden Tiger, he was suppressed by Lin Yuyao’s spatial magic… One wrong step leads to another!”
The elder on the right gazed at the figures of the five heartless women in the arena, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and sighed repeatedly.
"The Heartless Holy Land, which has been dormant for hundreds of years, actually hides five such monstrous talents... And these are just core disciples. If they cultivate for another thousand years and become personal disciples, they could probably fill the dozen or so vacant Holy Son positions!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two light footsteps came from not far away.
First Holy Maiden Xia Jiuyou and First Holy Son Han Jiuling walked side by side. Both were high-ranking members of the Jiuyou Holy Land. Xia Jiuyou had a white jade hairpin in her hair, while Han Jiuling had a broken ancient sword hanging at his waist.
They gazed at the battle unfolding on the jade platform, their eyes narrowed, and remained silent—yet it was clear to everyone that Jiuyou's defeat was inevitable:
Jin Hu was seriously injured, Yin Long was suppressed, and Hei Yu's formation was still operating and frantically resisting, but it was already being subtly counter-encircled by Zi Mo's white pieces. Unless Hei Yu had a secret technique that could break the formation instantly, he would eventually run out of mana.
However, the atmosphere on the deck of the warship in the Land of Heartless Desire was quite different.
Elders Xiyue, Qianzhan, and Liyu crowded around the ship's side, their eyes fixed on the jade platform, their faces filled with disbelief.
Elder Xiyue stroked the whisk in her hand, finding it hard to believe that her newly accepted disciple, Zimo, could suddenly unleash such strategic command power in this situation.
Elder Qianzhan pressed his hand firmly against the gunwale, his finger marks sinking deep into the solid wood; Elder Liyu muttered to herself, "A hundred years... They've only been disciples for a hundred years..."
Little did they know that these five women, within Chen Xuan's Northern Underworld Immortal Abode, were using the small tower's nine-fold time flow to achieve a century of seclusion, which was actually equivalent to a thousand years of arduous cultivation.
What they didn't know was that Chen Xuan had imparted all his knowledge to them, and treasures of heaven and earth, chaotic crystals, ancient immortal fruits, and even various spiritual pills were poured into their hands like a flowing stream—this millennium of accumulation and top-tier resources was what gave them their astonishing combat power today.
The three elders exchanged glances, each seeing a resolute decision in the other's eyes: after this battle, they must jointly petition the sect leader to recommend the five women for promotion to Holy Son!
In a corner of the crowd, Senior Sister Liuli was struck dumb, frozen in place.
She stood amidst the noisy spectators, with gasps of amazement rising and falling behind her, yet she seemed to have all her strength drained away. Her hands gripped her sleeves tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms until they turned red, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
Her gaze was fixed on Tianxing's crystal-clear figure, watching her crash into the Yin-Yang barrier time and again. Each collision unleashed astonishing power. Her lips trembled as she repeatedly muttered, "How is this possible... My Innate Crystal-clear Sacred Body only doubles my combat power... Her Crystal-clear Body Divine Ability is merely a divine ability, how can it be so strong..."
The wind lifted the hem of her skirt, but she was completely unaware, her eyes filled only with shock and an indescribable bewilderment—her sacred body, cultivated for thousands of years, was actually inferior to a junior sister who had only entered the sect for a hundred years? How could she accept this?