NFBE Chapter 1769
Chapter 1769
Lin Yuyao floated in the void, with three transcendent immortal energies flowing around her—the black and white energies intertwined like yin and yang, and the azure lotus immortal energy rippled like blue waves, making her look like a goddess descended to earth.
She looked down at Wang Teng, who lay motionless on the ground, her sword pointed at him, and demanded sharply, "Wang Teng, if this battle weren't crucial to the survival of Qilin City, I would have already killed you with one strike! Are you going to continue to fight to the death, or will you obediently admit defeat?"
"You lowly servant... Fine! So what if you win this battle? I admit defeat!" Wang Teng gritted his teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, yet he ultimately dared not confront Lin Yuyao any further.
As soon as the words of conceding defeat were uttered, the referee, Stone Man, immediately stepped forward and announced in a deep voice: "Qilin City wins the third match!"
Almost the instant the referee finished speaking, Wang Teng flipped his hand and took out a perfectly smooth elixir. Ignoring his disheveled state, he tilted his head back and swallowed it. The elixir melted instantly in his mouth, and a rich life force spread throughout his body in an instant.
He struggled to sit up, his eyes fixed on Lin Yuyao, Xin'er, and Piaoxue with the venom in them, as if he wanted to brand them into his very bones.
As the protective array slowly descended, Wang Teng was helped to his feet by his bodyguards. He staggered away from the void arena and returned step by step to the Wang family's warship.
With each step he took, he couldn't help but look back at Lin Yuyao in the center of the arena, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
At this moment, the entire void battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
The city lords and disciples of the five holy cities all focused their attention on Lin Yuyao—that figure, shrouded in three strands of transcendent immortal energy and possessing unparalleled beauty, became the sole focus of the entire scene.
Some people's eyes flashed with cold light, hiding an unquenched killing intent; some people's faces showed shock, obviously not yet recovered from Lin Yuyao's burst of strength; and some people secretly regretted that such a genius did not belong to their own forces.
On the other side of Qilin City, jubilation was already palpable. Three consecutive victories meant that as long as they could hold on for two more rounds, the final battle would end in Qilin City's triumph.
As previously agreed, the five holy cities must immediately withdraw their troops and never again invade Qilin City's territory.
But the five holy cities have come with a massive force and overwhelming power, how could they be willing to give up so easily?
After a brief silence, the leaders of the five holy cities quickly began to discuss the matter via telepathy, their subtle gazes meeting in the void.
A moment later, an astonishing scene unfolded—Wang Teng, Xuan Po, the blood-bladed youth carrying a door panel sword, and the woman in green holding a green bottle from the last holy city—the four of them gathered directly in the void. A golden-clad youth then appeared from the side, and the five quickly formed a temporary team.
Under the instruction of their elders, the five of them wore cold smiles, their auras suddenly surged, and they transformed into five streams of light that rushed straight to the void arena, landing steadily in the formation.
Upon seeing the challenger enter the arena, the stone referee immediately raised his hand and re-established the great array's protective barrier, proclaiming loudly, "Challenger, enter! The rules of this battle remain unchanged: the winner will be decided immediately upon the death or surrender of one side!"
"What?!" Upon seeing this, Yu'er's pretty face changed drastically, her eyes filled with shock. Previously, Xuanpo, Xuedao, and Wang Teng had all been severely injured by Lin Yuyao, their auras were disordered, and their divine bodies were damaged, but only a few breaths had passed, and their injuries seemed to have been mostly healed!
Only Wang Teng's breathing was still a little unstable when he came off the field, but Yu'er and the others were all people with extremely high vision. They could clearly sense an extraordinary life force surrounding him, as if the creation of heaven and earth had personally come and was repairing his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just three breaths, Wang Teng's aura stabilized completely, remaining firmly at the late stage of the Void Reversal Realm, and he actually returned to his peak combat power!
"You are shameless!" The younger generation of Qilin City could no longer contain themselves and shouted angrily, "We have fought three rounds in a row, and you actually pulled this trick of uniting five cities? Is this what you call the five holy cities?"
"Utterly despicable! The Five Holy Cities are nothing special!"
Previously, when Lin Yuyao led Yu'er and the other two into the void arena, she only said the words "defense battle" and did not finalize the details of "one-on-one" with the referee.
For this reason, the sword-wielding stone man simply stood silently in the face of the five holy cities' opportunistic actions, without uttering a word to stop them.
"You lowly wench! You just wait!" Wang Teng stared intently at Lin Yuyao, his anger almost bursting forth.
He had endured a century of hardship, cultivating day and night, hoping to gain fame in this battle and win Lin Yuyao's heart. However, he never expected that she would shatter all his dreams with a single sword strike. This humiliation and anger had already driven him to lose his mind.
Xuanpo, Xuedao, the woman in green holding a green bottle, and the young man in gold all looked at Lin Yuyao with their previous disdain and confidence gone, their faces now as solemn as iron.
Having witnessed Lin Yuyao's strength firsthand, the five of them still felt uncertain even now that they were working together.
"You lot, using such despicable means, think you can make us submit?" Yu'er's eyebrows shot up, her fair fingers pointing at the five people opposite her with an air of superiority, her disdain almost overflowing. "Those who can be our husbands must be true heroes and great men, upright and honorable! And you? You are nothing but spineless dogs from the east of the Milky Way, cowardly rats, what do you expect?"
They were all outstanding individuals of their generation, and none of them were willing to show weakness.
Upon hearing Yu'er's sarcasm, the five people from the five holy cities immediately retorted, their words filled with sarcasm and ridicule, turning into a unique kind of "verbal battle."
Yu'er decided to go all out, grabbing her slender waist and stomping her front foot on the ring with a loud thud. She then clapped her hands in front of her and shouted a highly lethal command: "Back! Back! Back!"
The sound was crisp yet carried an inexplicable penetrating power. Combined with her stomping and clapping movements, it caused the faces of the five people opposite to turn pale, and even their auras became somewhat disordered.
Seeing Yu'er's ferocity, which shocked their opponent to the point of near collapse and shattered their Dao heart, Piaoxue, Xin'er, and Lin Yuyao couldn't help but imitate her.
The three women imitated Yu'er, putting their hands on their hips and stomping their feet, softly chanting "Back! Back! Back!" However, they were ultimately not as "down-to-earth" as Yu'er; their movements were slightly awkward, and their voices lacked some of their power, making them far less effective than Yu'er.
This scene, however, presented a completely different picture to the onlookers.
The cultivators of the six holy cities and countless independent cultivator forces, upon seeing the four women's combination of "footwork + palm technique + mantra," actually thought it was some kind of lost ancient immortal technique. They all held their breath and secretly imitated the stomping and clapping movements, hoping to learn a thing or two.
Only Chen Xuan, on the deck of the warship, was both amused and exasperated, nearly bursting into internal injuries from holding it in.
How could he not know the origin of this "secret technique"? This was not some ancient and mysterious skill, but clearly a "secret technique passed down from mother-in-law to daughter-in-law" that was widely circulated among the Longxia clan. It had a long history and was specifically designed to overcome verbal disputes.
After he married his five Daoist partners, Yu'er was curious about the lives of the lower classes in Longxia. She learned about it from the neighborhood aunties, but she never expected that she would bring it to the void arena to mock her opponents!
Despite his laughter, Chen Xuan quickly composed himself and used his divine sense to transmit his voice to the four women: "This time, there's no need to hold back. All four of you, unleash your true strength and crush them all!"
Upon receiving Chen Xuan's order, Yu'er and the other two instantly lit up with excitement.
Having deliberately suppressed their strength and played a "supporting role" in the previous three matches, they had been holding back their full potential.
Now that they could finally fight without restraint, the aura around the three of them changed instantly—the sharpness that had been deliberately concealed suddenly erupted like a drawn sword, soaring straight into the sky.