With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi

Chapter 103 : Fa Xiang is Defeated

Upon seeing Qi Hao and the others coming to assist, Ancestor Duanmu realized he could no longer afford to delay. If the other two prodigies of the Qingyun Sect also arrived, they might be in real danger today.

With that thought, Ancestor Duanmu’s gaze toward Fa Xiang, who once again stood in his way, became increasingly dangerous.

“Damn bald donkey, since you’re seeking death, don’t blame me for what’s coming.”

Without further hesitation, Ancestor Duanmu surged his spiritual power to its peak. In an instant, black mist billowed around him, accompanied by a constant stream of terrifying shrieks.

Countless wisps of black mist gathered rapidly, forming a massive skeletal head in front of him. Blood-red light glowed in the skull’s eyes as tendrils of black mist surged outward. Wherever the mist reached, towering trees instantly turned to ash and scattered.

Seeing the terrifying might that Ancestor Duanmu unleashed, Fa Xiang’s expression changed drastically.

He understood that Ancestor Duanmu was about to unleash a killing move meant to obliterate him in one stroke.

In response, Fa Xiang quickly formed hand seals. Sacred light radiated from his body, accompanied by faint, ethereal Buddhist chants.

Above him, a colossal Swastika Buddha Seal instantly took shape. Golden Buddhist light shone down, dispersing part of the black mist.

Ancestor Duanmu was visibly surprised upon witnessing Fa Xiang’s move. He exclaimed, “I didn’t expect a brat like you to have mastered the unparalleled secret art of Tianyin Temple, the Glazed Dharma Seal. But if you think that alone can stop my Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Soul, you’re simply dreaming.”

With that, Ancestor Duanmu stopped holding back. With a shove of his right hand, the horrifying skull he had conjured surged forward, glowing blood-red, hurtling toward Fa Xiang.

Fa Xiang’s expression was somber. He knew that if he couldn’t block this strike today, the battle would be lost.

He didn’t hesitate. Golden light burst from his body, and the Swastika Dharma Seal above his head spun rapidly, crashing forward to meet the incoming attack.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion followed as the Swastika Buddha Seal and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Soul Skull collided. In the blink of an eye, the two terrifying forces clashed countless times.

The thunderous roars drew the attention of everyone fighting on the other battlefields.

Qi Hao and Qin Wuyan were both deeply shaken. Although their cultivation was close to the Upper Purity Realm, they realized there was still a huge gap between their strength and that of Fa Xiang and Ancestor Duanmu.

Qi Hao watched the fierce battle with mixed feelings—worry for Fa Xiang, but also intense jealousy.

He was the Transmigrator—so why was he constantly frustrated in this world? Worse yet, his cultivation was still inferior to that of Fa Xiang, a native of this realm.

His eyes turned red with envy. Lin Jingyu, who had been observing Qi Hao’s expression the entire time, noticed the jealousy in his gaze and couldn’t help but feel disdain. He had always looked down on this shallow and petty Transmigrator.

As the clash continued, Fa Xiang’s face gradually turned pale. His cultivation had never been on par with Ancestor Duanmu’s, and he was already injured. The fact that he had lasted this long was already a point of pride.

However, during a brief pause in the battle, Fa Xiang glanced outward—and his eye twitched involuntarily.

He realized that while he was risking his life, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect and Burning Incense Valley had already stopped fighting the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. They were all just standing in the distance, watching the fight unfold.

This filled Fa Xiang with fury. He shouted, “Hurry up and do something! I can’t hold on much longer!”

Only then did Qi Hao and the others remember—they were at a disadvantage from the start.

If Ancestor Duanmu finished off Fa Xiang and turned on them next, they’d all die here.

Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu’s expressions grew solemn. After exchanging a glance, they knew—they had to go all out.

At that moment, Qi Hao grasped the Ice Immortal Sword in his hand and formed a seal. One after another, icicles condensed in the air and transformed into terrifying projectiles that rained down upon Qin Wuyan.

Meanwhile, Lin Jingyu wielded the Dragon-Slaying Sword, slashing at Qin Wuyan in rapid succession.

In an instant, the battlefield erupted into an even fiercer confrontation.

At the same time, Lu Xueqi had arrived at the edge of the battlefield, quietly observing the clash.

She found herself quite intrigued by Fa Xiang. Was he a Transmigrator as well? For someone so young to possess such immense strength—it was nothing short of astounding.

However, after observing for quite a while, Lu Xueqi still hadn’t discovered anything suspicious. Other than his profound cultivation, Fa Xiang exhibited none of the typical behaviors of a Transmigrator.

He was completely indistinguishable from the natives of this world—which struck her as rather peculiar.

During Lu Xueqi’s period of observation, the tide of battle suddenly turned.

After enduring for so long, Fa Xiang could finally hold on no longer.

In yet another clash with Ancestor Duanmu, the Swastika Buddha Seal he had condensed shattered instantly. Fa Xiang suffered a severe backlash from the destroyed divine art, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his aura plummeted.

Seeing this, Ancestor Duanmu let out a wicked, rasping laugh.

With a cold voice, he sneered, “Bald donkey, so you’ve finally reached your limit? In that case, go die for me!”

As he spoke, Ancestor Duanmu pointed with his right hand. The terrifying skeletal head that had just overpowered Fa Xiang’s seal let out an ear-piercing screech and charged toward Fa Xiang. Its pitch-black maw opened wide, aiming to swallow Fa Xiang whole.

Fa Xiang’s expression turned to sheer horror. He wanted to resist, but realized his spiritual energy had been completely depleted—he was powerless.

All he could do now was shut his eyes and await death.

From a distance, Fa Shan, who was currently locked in battle with the Bloodsucking Old Demon, saw the situation and turned pale.

“Senior Brother Fa Xiang, run!” he cried out.

He tried to break free of the Bloodsucking Old Demon’s entanglement to rush to Fa Xiang’s aid—but how could that monster let him go so easily?

The Bloodsucking Old Demon immediately launched a palm strike at Fa Shan, blocking his path.

Though Fa Shan was filled with anxiety and rage, there was nothing he could do.

Back on the battlefield, Fa Xiang, upon seeing the terrifying attack bearing down on him, had already closed his eyes, prepared to die. He knew he had no way of resisting.

Just as Fa Xiang prepared for death, and Ancestor Duanmu’s face began to twist in excitement—

—a clear and frosty voice suddenly echoed through the void above him.

“Demonic Sect fiend, how dare you run amok!”

At the same time, a terrifying sky-blue sword light flashed across the battlefield.

In a split second, it cleaved directly into the horrifying skeletal head.