lcionline Chapter 1765
Chapter 1765
The stunning performance of Lin Yuyao in defeating Xuanpo with a single sword strike still resonated in everyone's minds. The fierce power of that head-on confrontation had left a deep impression on the spectators.
In contrast, Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue were clearly in complete control in the previous battle, strolling leisurely throughout, without even using their true Dao, easily crushing their opponents with just a few ordinary complete Daos.
Because of this deliberate concealment of their abilities, the three appeared rather ordinary and failed to catch the eye of the disciples of the five holy cities.
Upon hearing the words of the Blood Blade Youth, Yu'er's lips curled into a sneer, she shook her head slightly, and her eyes held a hint of disdain.
Piaoxue and Xin'er remained calm, their gazes fixed on the distance, quietly awaiting their husband's instructions.
As expected, after the five members of the Undying Holy City with the Blood Blade left the scene, Chen Xuan's voice rang in the minds of the four women: "In this battle, we still need to suppress our cultivation."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stone figure in charge of the battle announced loudly: "The formation is activated, and the decisive battle begins immediately! The moment one side surrenders or perishes will determine the victor!"
Before the stone man could finish speaking, Lin Yuyao had already moved.
Facing the opponent who had once caused her a crushing defeat, she did not hesitate for a moment. Suddenly, the sacred Qilin appeared behind her—its appearance was solemn and holy, with seven-colored light flowing around it endlessly. The power it exuded was as deep as an abyss and as deep as a prison, causing subtle ripples to appear in the surrounding void.
"Roar!"
The roar of the sacred Qilin shook the heavens and the earth, carrying an aura of dominance over all living beings.
The red-clad youth, Blood Blade, carrying a large sword made of door panels, merely sneered upon seeing this. In his view, Lin Yuyao's actions were nothing more than a display of fear.
"It's been years, and you haven't made any progress at all." As Blood Blade finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the two current immortal energies and the blood-red aura surrounding him surged into his divine body like swallows returning to their nests.
Immediately afterwards, he stomped his foot on the ground, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
The sound was incessant, and suddenly a large patch of viscous blood mist appeared in the void behind them. As the mist churned, a hundred-meter-long battle blade was drawn from its sheath with a clang, and the fierce aura emanating from the blade was terrifying.
This knife has an extremely ferocious design, with layers of barbs covering the blade, resembling the fangs of an ancient ferocious beast. Wisps of bloody aura flow through the blade, as if countless vengeful spirits are howling within it.
"The Ultimate Demon Blade!"
With this low shout, the domineering aura around the red-clothed Blood Blade became even more violent, almost enveloping the entire void arena in this fierce aura.
"die!"
With a single step, Blood Blade appeared before Lin Yuyao like a ghost, raising his hand to unleash a slash.
"Uuuuuu——"
With the aura of the Demon Blade amplified, it seemed as if ancient gods and demons from the endless void were personally wielding the blade, unleashing a devastating force as they slashed towards Lin Yuyao.
"Roar--"
The Holy Qilin seemed to sense the provocation, its four hooves pounding the void as it charged forward with overwhelming force.
This scene was witnessed by Chen Xuan on the deck of the distant warship. He watched as Lin Yuyao perfectly portrayed the tension, fear, and gritted teeth that she was trying to maintain. He couldn't help but chuckle and mutter, "I really thought you were going to get serious and unleash all the power of the Holy Qilin's trump cards."
Seeing this scene, Chen Xuan was completely relieved.
The outcome of this battle was predictable—under Lin Yuyao's "all-out fighting," the extremely evil demonic blade that was constantly waving in the void could not withstand the Holy Qilin's repeated fearless charges.
The expression of the red-clad, blood-sword-wielding youth gradually changed from indifference to solemnity, then to strain, and finally to shock and astonishment... until finally, his broadsword was cleaved away by Lin Yuyao's sword, and he fell heavily to the ground, coughing up blood, his eyes filled with disbelief, fear, and terror.
All of this happened in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Lin Yuyao, sword in hand, pressed her advantage, closing in step by step.