Chapter 524: Ning Fengzhi: Tang Xiao, if you want to die, don’t drag my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School into it!
Chapter 524: Ning Fengzhi: Tang Xiao, if you want to die, don’t drag my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School into it!
Qian Renxue was indeed startled by Lin Qingmo’s current spirit ring configuration.
But she did not give up.
Golden feathers whistled and spread out.
The scorching and dazzling sacred golden flames poured out like a volcanic eruption.
The temperature of the entire Great Spirit Arena suddenly soared.
Qian Renxue stood tall in the center of the flowing golden light waves.
Her beautiful eyes were frosty.
"Angel Sacred Sword!"
The flowing gold sword shadow tore through the Void Realm.
Carrying the mighty power of rules to purify all evil in the world, it thrust toward Lin Qingmo’s glabella.
Many Spirit Masters in the spectator stands were frightened into closing their eyes.
The might of this sword strike was far too terrifying.
Even if it were an ordinary Spirit Saint, they would have to die with everlasting regret under this strike.
Yet the youth in the center of the ring hadn’t even pulled his hands out from his waist.
The footwork under Lin Qingmo’s feet changed lightly and nimbly.
His figure pulled out several erratic afterimages in the Void Realm.
The flowing gold sword edge grazed past the corner of his clothes.
The violent golden flames whipped up a fierce gale, but couldn’t even blow a strand of long hair on his forehead into disarray.
With a casual wave of his hand, countless Blue Silver Vines went mad on the ground, attacking Qian Renxue endlessly.
A cozy smile hung on the corners of Lin Qingmo’s mouth.
He even had the leisure to turn his head aside to give pointers.
"Young Miss Qian, your opening force is too fierce. Is this how your grandfather usually teaches you to use a sword?"
"Your Move is flashy and full of flaws."
As soon as these words came out, the Spirit Masters in the stands were completely dumbfounded.
"What is he doing?"
"Giving pointers to a seven-ring Spirit Saint?"
"He didn’t even pull his hands out!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan pinched an orchid finger, his lips trembling slightly: "Old Ghost, can you understand that kid?"
"Can’t understand." The dim light under Ghost DouluoGui Mei’s black robe flickered violently, his voice hoarse.
"It’s too eerie."
...
Listening to this flippant guidance, anger surged wildly in Qian Renxue’s beautiful eyes.
"Shut up!"
"Angel Assault!"
"Angel Roar!"
Mental attacks and flowing gold sword radiance intertwined into a deathly web that blotted out the sky.
The entire ring was submerged by the violent golden storm.
Qian Renxue’s offensive was like a tidal wave, with every sword strike heading straight for fatal vital points of the human body.
With lightning clinging to his body, Lin Qingmo dodged sideways with minute, peerless micro-operations.
Every single time, he accurately avoided all sharpness by an extremely minuscule distance of half an inch.
This life-and-death duel, which appeared extremely perilous in the eyes of the spectators, was nothing more than a slow-paced morning stroll under his feet.
"The left is off by three inches."
"The right lower stance is too unstable."
"Slow."
"Too slow."
"Young Miss Qian, could your Spirit Saint cultivation have been piled up by taking medicine?"
While strolling leisurely, Lin Qingmo bantered casually.
Qian Renxue bombarded wildly for a full several dozen Moves, yet she couldn’t even touch a corner of the youth’s sleeve.
In the spectator stands of Shrek Academy.
Tang San’s eyes were bloodshot, and his nails dug deeply into his flesh.
"Damn it..."
"What on earth is that woman doing? Wasn’t she very powerful when she fought me?"
"Why can’t she even touch Lin Qingmo’s sleeve?!"
"He is fake!"
"He must have used some despicable illusion trick!"
Extreme jealousy caused Tang San’s newly suppressed internal injuries to flare up once again.
Fresh blood continuously overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun nearby were so frightened that they didn’t dare to breathe heavily.
The Shrek members, who had originally harbored delusions of watching Lin Qingmo suffer a crushing defeat, were now ashen-faced.
Yu Xiaogang slumped in his chair, his eyes dull and Soul-lost: "Impossible... This defies reason..."
Qian Renxue abruptly withdrew her sword and stood still.
Fine beads of sweat seeped out from her forehead.
Her breathing was slightly hurried.
Her golden pupils suddenly constricted.
"Since you like to hide, then I’ll leave you nowhere to hide!"
The sacred golden light around Qian Renxue flourished greatly.
The Angelic Domain spread out violently in a ring shape.
The supreme Domain that purified all spirit power and weakened the opponent’s senses and speed covered the entire venue.
Many low-tier Spirit Masters in the stands merely peeped from afar, yet felt a melting-like excruciating pain in their Souls.
Situated in the center of the sacred purification power, Lin Qingmo raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Playing with a Domain?"
"Alright, then I’ll accompany you to play."
Under Lin Qingmo’s feet, the black fourth spirit ring and three scarlet spirit rings shone brilliantly together.
A purplish-black Qi current, deep like a netherworld abyss, rose from beneath his feet.
Destruction Domain!
The ultimate aura of termination and annihilation transformed into a materialized black storm.
Without any suspense, it collided head-on with the golden Angelic Domain.
There was no evenly matched stalemate.
Only a cold crushing defeat at an absolute magnitude!
Snap!
The golden light shattered inch by inch.
The Domain collapsed.
Qian Renxue’s proud Angelic Domain was forcibly squeezed and torn apart.
Finally, it completely returned to the Void Realm.
"Ugh!"
The backlash force struck,
Qian Renxue’s delicate body trembled slightly,
Stepping on the hard granite, she retreated seven steps in a row.
Every step left an inch-deep indentation on the ground.
The corner of her mouth even overflowed with a striking trace of bright red.
"A Domain! He has one too?!" Ning Fengzhi was shocked once again.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression heavy: "For an entity possessing four 100,000-year soul rings, mastering a Domain is nothing to be shocked about at all."
"Fengzhi, this Lin Qingmo’s strength has far exceeded everyone’s imagination."
Chen Xin used spirit power transmission to ask in a low voice: "Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Xiao wanted to unite with us yesterday to cause a big commotion today, all for that Xiao Wu."
"How do you view this matter?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at the proud youth standing on the ring and gave a bitter smile.
Then he let out a long sigh.
"Tang Xiao is truly crazy."
"The Clear Sky Sect has shrunk back for so many years, does he really think the world is still like it was back then?"
"Going against such a monster is purely courting self-destruction."
Ning Fengzhi turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong, who was cheering and shouting for Lin Qingmo in the spectator seats not far away.
His gaze became incomparably firm.
"Our stance will always be on Rongrong’s side."
With these words falling, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone DouluoGu Rong understood instantly.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would definitely not board the Clear Sky Sect’s sinking broken ship.
The Upper Three Sects didn’t necessarily need to share breath and branches.
...
Qian Renxue supported herself on the ground with a single sword.
Her slender, delicate body shook slightly.
A year ago, when she fought against Lin Qingmo, she could still see him exerting effort.
But now she had grown stronger, yet Lin Qingmo dealt with her even more casually and easily.
He broke all her trump cards using a casually cast Domain.
The sense of powerlessness brought by this difference between heaven and earth almost crushed her proud bones.
Qian Renxue bit her red lips tightly, her eye sockets turning red.
That pair of flowing gold beautiful eyes carried intense stubbornness and resoluteness.
"Lin Qingmo!"
Disregarding the fresh blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, her shout was deafening.
"I know you haven’t brought out your true abilities yet."
"Don’t insult me with this playful attitude!"
"Bring out all your strength, and let me see just how large the gap between us really is!"
"Today, even if my blood spatters on the spot, I, Qian Renxue, want to lose with absolute clarity!"
The shout tore through the air.
All 100,000 spectators in the audience felt their scalps tingle.
Tang San watched as the high and mighty Qian Renxue was actually forced by Lin Qingmo to such a desperate state of seeking death, his mind and spirit almost collapsing.
Tang San’s complexion was ashen, and he gritted his teeth hard.
"Even Qian Renxue was beaten to a pulp, then what about me, who was defeated by her..."
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong leaned gracefully against the throne.
She looked at the anxious and unwilling Qian Renxue on the field, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.
Just how strong her own little man was—even she, his master, had yet to test out his bottom line.
Lin Qingmo looked at Qian Renxue, whose eye sockets were red and who was swaying precariously.
He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
"I originally wanted to get along with you in the identity of an ordinary Spirit Master, but what I got in return was clamor."
"Fine then."
Lin Qingmo slowly pulled his hands out from his trouser pockets.
He patted the dust off the palms of his hands.
A trace of violent thunder and the Law of destruction wandered across the depths of his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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