novelraw Chapter 1123 - 1116: Beast Fire Burns, Summoning the Beast Spirit!
Chapter 1123 - 1116: Beast Fire Burns, Summoning the Beast Spirit!
"This little brat hid so deeply?!"
On the Yuan Family's platform, Yuan Ba's rugged face also changed, his eyes becoming somewhat somber.
"Sword Cultivators, there aren't many even in the Celestial Cyan City, only the Divine Sword Sect has them."
The Grand Elder, Yuan Bo, also spoke with a heavy tone, his gaze chilling. He originally thought the Bai Family had brought in a good-for-nothing, but didn't expect his strength to be this formidable.
Clang, clang, clang!
On the Death Battle Platform, the sound of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword clashing with the Purple Double Halberd echoed, while thunder light and purple-red flames surged between heaven and earth.
However, compared to the dense Thunder Light Sword Aura, Yuan Ming, who wielded the Purple Double Halberd, was already at a slight disadvantage.
"You're actually a Sword Cultivator?!"
In the fierce battle, a trace of gloom flashed across Yuan Ming's face.
"Correct, but no prize. After fighting for so long, it's about time!"
Qin Yang sneered, speaking indifferently, and then, the thunder light around him suddenly intensified.
"Thunder Shocking Sword Slash!"
In Qin Yang's pupils, thunder light filled the air, and the Sword Aura in his hand suddenly surged. A Thunder Dragon rose from the Sword Aura, then slashed violently down at Yuan Ming.
Clang!!!
Yuan Ming raised the purple Scale Halberd in his hand to block, a sharp collision sound rang out, and one of the purple Scale Halberds in Yuan Ming's hand flew out.
In the next moment, a cold gleam flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, and a foot imbued with Thunder Spirit Power kicked Yuan Ming's chest.
Bang!!!
Under that tremendous force, Yuan Ming's figure flew backward, then crashed heavily onto the Death Battle Platform.
Boom!
The hard Death Battle Platform was directly smashed into a large pit.
"Young Master Yuan Ming was kicked away?!"
On the Yuan Family's platform, the faces of Yuan Bo and others suddenly changed.
"In a weapon fight, Young Master Yuan is no match for that Sword Cultivator."
"So strong."
"Overwhelming in close combat, overwhelming in Spiritual Power, and similarly overwhelming in a weapon fight."
"Haha, I bet a thousand on that mysterious youth."
"..."
On the viewing platform, cultivators watched the figure kicked to the Death Battle Platform from mid-air, eyes filled with astonishment, while some cultivators who bet on Qin Yang couldn't help but show delight.
"Cough!"
In the pit, Yuan Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood, stood up, his hair increasingly disheveled, hanging down, making his handsome face somewhat twisted.
He was actually twice knocked down from the air to the Death Battle Platform by this little brat. Humiliation, utter humiliation! He, Yuan Ming, is the number one genius of Celestial Cyan City!
"Let's end this early."
In mid-air, Qin Yang looked at Yuan Ming in the deep pit, both hands swiftly forming a Spell Seal, with Sword Qi surging around him.
At this moment, his whole being appeared like a longsword towering between heaven and earth, drawing all eyes in the Death Battle Arena.
"Sword Control Skill, Sword Rain!"
Qin Yang shouted in a low voice, waving his right hand.
Swish, swish, swish!
In the sky above the Death Battle Platform, hundreds of sharp White Light Swords formed, filling the sky with no less than five hundred.
Each White Light Sword carried a fierce Sword Aura, all their tips aimed downward at the Death Battle Platform, now fully enveloped by the White Light Sword.
"This is the ultimate move of a Sword Cultivator, Sword Rain."
"Sword Intent and Spiritual Power condensed into Sword Aura."
"..."
On the viewing platform, eyes fell on the sky filled with White Light Swords, lenses reflecting shock.
"Go!"
Qin Yang commanded sharply, flicking his fingers across the space, pointing directly at the just-standing Yuan Ming in the pit.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Five hundred White Light Swords descended with unmatched ferocity, piercing toward Yuan Ming.
"Damn it, you little punk, it's not so easy to defeat me!"
Hearing the piercing sound of the swords, Yuan Ming looked up, his eyes dark as water, with some venom in his voice, as he saw the White Light Swords descending at extreme speed.
"Fire Dao Secret Technique, Beast Fire Ignition!"
Yuan Ming's hands formed a Spell Seal, and the purple-red flames surrounding him flared up wildly, even becoming somewhat frenzied.
Between Yuan Ming's brows, the flame mark of the Purple Nether Flame Beast pulsated hotter, seemingly about to detach at any moment, Yuan Ming's aura also suddenly surged at this moment.
Boom!
Moments later, the violent and ferocious aura around Yuan Ming reached the Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm!
On the Yuan Family's platform, Yuan Ba, Yuan Bo, and others stood abruptly, eyes all fixed on Yuan Ming.
"Young Master Yuan Ming is using the Original Beast Fire of the Purple Nether Flame, leveraging a Secret Technique to forcibly enhance his power!"
The Grand Elder Yuan Bo squinted his old eyes, his expression somewhat unsightly.
"Damn it, this little brat actually forced Young Master Yuan Ming to use a Secret Technique, but everything should end here!"
The Second Elder, Yuan Ting, darkened his face, glancing coldly at Qin Yang.
Forcibly raising power using a Secret Technique inevitably results in some after-effects, and after this battle, Young Master Yuan Ming will need at least a month of recovery.
"Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm."
"Young Master Yuan's aura has risen to the Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm!"
"..."
On the viewing platform, eyes focused on the flame-engulfed Yuan Ming.
"Half-Step Immortal Venerable Realm, huh?"
Qin Yang's gaze narrowed slightly for a moment.
"You little punk, among those of the same stage, you're the first to force me to use a Secret Technique, and it's borrowing the Original Power of the Purple Nether Flame."
Under the violent purple-red flames, Yuan Ming's voice carried venom, staring at the Sword Rain of White Light descending.
"Purple Flame Heaven-Burning!"
A snarl painted with savageness marked Yuan Ming's face, shouting fiercely as he pointed both hands skyward.
Boom!!!
Violent purple-red Spiritual Flame surged skyward from Yuan Ming's hands, sweeping toward the five hundred White Light Swords piercing down.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Under the purple-red Spiritual Flame, the Spiritual Power within each White Light Sword evaporated.
"Die, you little punk!"
Boom!
Accompanied by Yuan Ming's venomous roar, his aura turned even more frenzied. With a stomp on the Death Battle Platform, his figure shot into the air.
"Purple Nether Flame, Beast Spirit Summoning!"
Yuan Ming's hands formed a Seal, surrounding purple-red Spiritual Power surged frantically, transforming above his head into a sea of flames.
Boom!
From the purple-red sea of flames, a giant fire-elemental beast, covered in purple scales and lion-like, emerged from the flames.
"It's the Purple Nether Flame Beast!"
"A Purple Nether Flame Beast conjured from the Purple Nether Flame!"
"..."
On the viewing platform, gasps arose as eyes watched the fire-elemental beast standing in mid-air.
Yuan Ming gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. It was a ruthlessness directed at both Qin Yang and himself.
Swish!
Yuan Ming's Seal changed once more, and from between his brows, the fiercely pulsating flame mark of the Purple Nether Flame Beast detached.
A miniaturized version of the Purple Nether Flame Beast's flame mark, in stark contrast to the mountain-sized beast now towering in the sky, was only the size of a palm.