Chapter 511: Imperial Team KPI, one for each, don’t grab, a Spirit Emperor fighting a Spirit King
Chapter 511: Imperial Team KPI, one for each, don’t grab, a Spirit Emperor fighting a Spirit King
Seeing that the opponent sent out the main force of the Golden Generation, Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes grew slightly cold, and divine light faintly flowed across her left arm and chest.
She possessed an external Spirit Bone,
coupled with the fifty-thousand-year top-tier Spirit Bone and seventy-thousand-year supreme Spirit Bone that Lin Qingmo had planned for her,
if they were to truly fight to the bitter end, she had a hundred percent certainty of tearing the big fellow in front of her into tiny pieces!
Before she could make a move, Lin Qingmo transmitted his voice to her: "Finish the fight and wrap it up."
"There’s no need to exhaust your spirit power by hard-fighting this big baked sweet potato; leave this rough work to Yanzi."
Hearing this, a very faint arc curved up the corners of Zhu Zhuqing’s cold mouth.
She then cleanly and neatly retracted her Spirit and turned to step off the stage.
"?! "
Yan wore a bewildered expression: "What is the meaning of this? You... how dare you look down on me?"
Being ignored infuriated Yan, causing the raging flames all over his body to surge wildly, making his lungs feel like they were about to explode!
In the Imperial Team’s preparation area, Lin Qingmo turned his head to glance at Dugu Yan beside him, who had long been unable to hold herself back.
"Yanzi, go splash some cold water on this fellow and help him cool down."
A slightly dark and cunning arc curled up the corners of Lin Qingmo’s mouth as he whispered with a smile: "Remember, make it quick and decisive. Don’t delay us from going to have a big feast in Spirit City later."
"Rest assured, if I don’t make him vomit three catties of gall juice within ten moves, my name is not Dugu Yan!"
Emerald light surged violently in Dugu Yan’s beautiful eyes, and she let out a delicate laugh as she walked gracefully with snake-like steps toward the arena.
Above the Great Spirit Arena holding one hundred thousand people, the fanatical atmosphere had been pushed to its peak.
The shouts from the spectator stands rose and fell like angry waves.
Everyone was craning their necks, looking forward to the anticipated intense head-on clash between Spirit Kings.
In the eyes of the vast majority of people, this was destined to be an extremely tragic dragon-and-tiger fight.
In the center of the arena,
Yan was enveloped in scorching lava and raging fire all over his body.
The dark red spirit power baked the surrounding space until it violently distorted.
He looked at Dugu Yan, who had actively replaced Zhu Zhuqing and slowly stepped onto the arena, a supremely arrogant sneer curving the corners of his mouth.
"What? Was that little girl of the Hell Civet afraid just now, so they replaced you to come up and throw your life away?"
Yan twisted his neck, his joints making crisp cracking sounds, and pointed condescendingly at Dugu Yan.
"Dugu Yan, don’t think that because your grandfather is the Jade Phosphorus DouluoDugu Bo, Laozi will show mercy!"
"I advise you, if you know what’s good for you, hurry up and admit defeat, lest you get burned bald later and cry for your grandfather to run over and settle accounts with Spirit Hall."
Facing Yan’s overwhelming ridicule, Dugu Yan didn’t even frown.
With her arms crossed over her chest, those cold and alluring emerald eyes looked as if she were watching a jumping and scampering circus clown.
"Finished speaking?"
Dugu Yan tilted her head slightly, a bantering arc curving up the corners of her mouth: "You talk too much nonsense."
"You..." Yan’s expression sank, and he was just about to flare up.
"Open your dog eyes wide and look closely."
Dugu Yan’s voice was as calm as water, yet it carried an arrogance stemming from her very bones.
The next instant,
an extremely blinding emerald-green pillar of light soared into the sky from within Dugu Yan’s body.
The incomparably violent aftermath of the poison qi turned into a hurricane, lashing the defensive barrier until it crackled loudly!
Immediately following that, heart-stopping lights spiraled and ascended one by one beneath Dugu Yan’s feet!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!
Five spirit rings rose.
However, just when countless people thought it was over,
hum!
a black halo—even darker, more profound, and carrying heavy coercion than the previous ones—suddenly bloomed with pulsating black light above the fifth spirit ring!
The sixth ring—black!
Six spirit rings, like an insurmountable high mountain.
The terrifying coercion of a full Rank sixty-five, in a crushing manner, forcefully extinguished over half of the lava and fierce fires released by Yan across the entire arena.
Yan’s originally overbearing clamor came to an abrupt halt.
With his mouth wide open, he stared blankly at the two striking black ten-thousand-year spirit rings beneath Dugu Yan’s feet.
The flames all over his body quickly extinguished as if a bucket of ice water had been splashed on them.
"Six... six rings?"
"Spirit Emperor? You’re a Spirit Emperor!"
Yan’s voice was as dry as air-dried tree bark, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
His clamoring from just moments ago seemed like an utter joke at this moment.
The Shrek Team seating area had long fallen into an eerie, dead silence.
Clatter!
Flender’s glasses slipped and fell to the ground.
But he didn’t even have the intention to pick them up.
He only widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the young girl on the stage who resembled a poisonous snake queen.
"Spirit... Spirit Emperor..."
Yu Tianheng’s body trembled violently, endless shock and loss surging within his heart.
"Yanzi, she is actually already a Spirit Emperor!"
Having once been a member of the Royal Fighting Team,
he had originally thought that after leaving the Imperial Team and cultivating desperately at Shrek, he had narrowed the gap.
But now he realized that between himself and Dugu Yan, there was already an insurmountable chasm separating them!
Oslo and the Shi Brothers also wore gloomy expressions.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar looked at each other in dismay, their hearts turning half cold.
"Oh my mom!" Ma Hongjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, complaining with a crying tone: "How can we even fight this hammer!"
"Aside from Tang San, the highest in our team is only over level forty, and the Imperial Team has yet another Spirit Emperor."
Oscar also wore a look of despair: "Grandmaster just said to conserve stamina to fight in the losers’ bracket, but if this losers’ bracket happens to run into Spirit Hall, do we really have a chance of winning?"
Listening to the students’ wails, Yu Xiaogang’s expression turned solemn.
Yu Xiaogang’s rigid, dead-fish face was already livid at this moment.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! How could the Imperial Team have yet another Spirit Emperor!" Yu Xiaogang screamed inwardly.
Standing at the very front, Tang San stared fixedly at the six spirit rings beneath Dugu Yan’s feet, his eyes slightly crimson.
Yet his arrogance remained. He said coldly: "So what if she’s a Spirit Emperor? Rank is merely a reflection of spirit power reserves!"
Cold and conceited light flickered in Tang San’s eyes as he frantically built up his psychological defense in his heart.
"I possess the number one Tool Spirit in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Sect unique skills and the Great Sumeru HammerProfound Truth, a full set of Spirit Bones, and even the Hundred Interpretations of Hidden Weapons."
"Even if she’s a Spirit Emperor, I can personally cut her down from her horse!"
"I, Tang San, am the only truth and Prodigy on this continent!"
Within the Spirit Hall preparation area,
Xie Yue’s expression was so gloomy it was almost dripping water: "Rank sixty-five, just how many monsters does the Royal Fighting Team hide?"
Above the high platform, Emperor Xue Ye suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with an incredulous look.
"School Master Ning!" Emperor Xue Ye looked eagerly at Ning Fengzhi beside him: "When did My Heaven Dou Royal AcademyCultivate such a heaven-defying young Spirit Emperor? Why did I know nothing about it beforehand?"
Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile and gently shook his head: "Your Majesty, to be frank with you, even I only learned of Young Miss Dugu’s true strength at this very moment."
Looking at Lin Qingmo strategizing below, Ning Fengzhi’s eyes were deep, and tremendous billows had already stirred within his heart.
"Truly, he stays silent until startling everyone, amazing the world with a single feat."
(End of Chapter)
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