Chapter 1289 - 605: Evenly Matched!_3
Chapter 1289: Chapter 605: Evenly Matched!_3
"Lin Xi and Xiao Jue!"
As the words fell!
He drew several space rifts with his hands, and a brand new space was born.
"Houtu’s space is too small, from now on everything will happen in this space!"
Houtu did not object to this.
In this aspect, indeed he could not compare to Emperor Jiang.
At this moment inside the space, Xiao Jue looked at Lin Xi, even though she did not emit any aura, he could still feel the immense pressure emanating from her.
This was the Empress!
The number one in Central Continent!
The sole disciple of the Emperor Venerable!
Surrounded by countless adoration!
"Will you leave on your own, or should I send you out?"
Lin Xi spoke indifferently.
This completely ignored Xiao Jue’s presence.
"I want to see if I can push the Empress out of this space."
Anger surged in Xiao Jue’s heart.
Even if she was the Empress, she couldn’t make me surrender with just a few words.
The Southern Continent can’t afford this shame, nor can Xiao Jue.
"If you can push me out of this space, consider it my loss!"
Lin Xi’s words enraged Xiao Jue but also gave him hope.
"It’s a deal!"
In the next moment, the Donghuang Bell appeared, bringing with it an ancient aura.
"The Donghuang Bell, the life treasure of the Demon Emperor!"
Ju Mang’s emotions erupted instantly, glaring coldly at Qiang Liang, and scolded harshly, "Did you know he possessed the Donghuang Bell and still chose him!?"
Being the oldest among them, Ju Mang had always been very calm.
But faced with the Donghuang Bell, he could no longer suppress his emotions, bloodline made him unable to stay calm.
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, several had died under the Donghuang Bell, as had his ancestors.
"He is of the Human Race, not the Demon Race, merely possessing the Donghuang Bell."
Qiang Liang replied indifferently.
"Enough!"
Emperor Jiang shouted, "Everything will be discussed after this is done."
Arguing over this now held no meaning.
Moreover, as Qiang Liang said, Xiao Jue was Human, not Demon.
"Hoo—"
Ju Mang took a deep breath, slowly calming down.
At this moment, not just the Donghuang Bell, but Xiao Jue’s feet also revealed lightning, gradually forming a peculiar pattern!
"Thunder Imprint!"
Profound Nether spoke slowly, this was the ancestral inheritance, only by comprehending the Thunder Imprint could one become the master of lightning.
"How about it? The person I chose isn’t bad, right?"
Qiang Liang showed a hint of pride on his face.
The Thunder Imprint, even among the Witch Race, few understood it, and he himself only comprehended it gradually after formally accepting the legacy.
But Xiao Jue!
In less than a year, he had already comprehended it.
This was the Human Race!
Born with natural advantages, enviable!
"Suppress!"
Xiao Jue roared angrily, his long hair flying, the ancient aura of the Donghuang Bell completely suppressed this space.
"Buzzing..."
The bell tolled.
At the same time, the Thunder Imprint beneath his feet erupted with dazzling silver light.
Above Lin Xi’s head, endless lightning suddenly appeared.
A powerful pressure swept down.
Lin Xi slightly raised her gaze!
Her eyes met the overwhelming lightning, releasing a horrifying aura, yet her expression remained unchanged.
As for the suppression by the Donghuang Bell on this space, she was unconcerned.
"Boom!"
Countless lightning bolts struck downward at Lin Xi.
She slowly raised her right hand, swinging it outward.
A giant palm shadow appeared!
The palm instantly captured all the lightning in it, exerting a slight force.
"Crackling sounds..."
Only the sound of shattering was heard, the lightning vanished!
Moreover!
She took a step forward, facing the suppression of the Donghuang Bell, as if she was in an uninhabited realm, and arrived before Xiao Jue within a step.
"If that’s all... you can leave now."
Not even giving Xiao Jue the time to react.
She pointed a finger at the Donghuang Bell.
"Buzzing..."
The Donghuang Bell emitted urgent buzzing sounds.
"Bang!"
With Lin Xi’s finger!
The Donghuang Bell fell, descending from the sky, landing on the ground.
"Bang!"
One palm strike out, Xiao Jue had no means to resist, falling from the space, crashing hard onto the ground.
"Puff!"
Xiao Jue spat out a mouthful of blood, reaching out to summon the Donghuang Bell.
The Donghuang Bell instantly arrived in his hand, but it bore the imprint of a finger at its top.
Xiao Jue looked at Lin Xi, despair in his eyes.
Even with the Donghuang Bell and the Thunder Imprint, his strength improved several times over, but facing Lin Xi, not to mention resisting, he even felt an urge to submit.
In that very moment, he had no intention of making a move.
Not until he fell did he realize.
"Why?"
He questioned in confusion, why was it like this?
This scene left everyone utterly stunned.
"So strong!"
Chen Xuan frowned, replaying that moment over and over in his mind, wondering if he could withstand it if it were him.
With the Donghuang Bell and the Thunder Imprint!
"No problem!"
That’s his answer, but to achieve Lin Xi’s level of composure, difficult!
"Gulp..."
Xiaoqi swallowed hard.
Compared to this, he and Fu Tian were like children playing house.
Not on the same level at all!
"Daddy..."
He looked at Chen Xuan.
Chen An was the same.
"Alright, from now on, should either of you brothers run into her, just surrender immediately!"
"Hmm... no shame in it!"
After thinking, he added, as a form of comfort for the two.
Besides, it was the truth, losing to the Empress was no disgrace.
"What about you, daddy...?"
Xiaoqi asked.
"Fifty-fifty!"
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone.
Lin Xi frowned! He could challenge her evenly?
Even Tuni’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.
Even Houtu, who maintained a constant expression, couldn’t help but glance at Chen Xuan.
Lin Xi’s strength was something she understood best, stronger than most among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"It’s either win or lose!"
"Isn’t that fifty-fifty?!"