Young Master in Flower City

Chapter 935 936: The Princes Take Action

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, Murong Bai's figure charged toward Ling Shao, the Sword Qi accompanying him. His finger pointed forward, sending forth a Sword Light with an aura that pierced through everything, roaring toward Ling Shao.

"Celestial Spirit Finger!" Ling Shao snorted coldly, pointing a finger at the sky. In an instant, a ray of light blossomed in the void, drawing a galactic river, seemingly spanning the heavens and earth, annihilating all.

Bang~

The two strikes collided, causing the void to burst into brilliant sparks. Then, a wave of air swept over, forming an incredibly terrifying vortex, forcing those around to continuously retreat.

As for Murong Bai and Ling Shao atop the Martial Arts Demonstration Stage, their figures howled upwards simultaneously, directly entering the vortex, disappearing from everyone's sight.

The instant they rushed into the vortex, torrents of destruction emanated from their bodies, causing the area covered by the vortex to expand further.

Moreover, Murong Bai seemed to completely transform into a giant sword, with the Immortal Platform unfolding behind him, unleashing a terrible suppressive might. The eruption of the Immortal Platform showcased Murong Bai's complete lack of contempt.

"Kill!" Murong Bai shouted explosively, the Immortal Platform carrying destructive might, crushing toward the opponent. In addition, a kilometer-long Sword Aura exploded in the void, slashing down from above, the pressure within the sword extremely terrifying.

The dual attack roared simultaneously, locking onto Ling Shao, as Murong Bai aimed to defeat Ling Shao in the shortest possible time.

"Well fought!" Ling Shao's gaze turned to Xiao Mu, his Immortal Platform also unfolding, releasing endless terrifying immortal might, the light of immortality soaring to the skies. He shouted: "Celestial Nine Strikes!"

As his voice fell, a huge long staff suddenly appeared above his head. This rod was condensed from Immortal Qi, with lightning surrounding it, forming a Thunder Domain, descending roaringly from the void.

Rumble~

A deafening sound echoed, the world trembled, causing terror in the hearts of those below. Although they couldn't clearly see the situation within the vortex, sensing such destructive aura, they could guess the intensity of the battle.

Someone spoke: "I wonder what the outcome will be!"

"Of course it's Murong Bai who won, Murong Bai is the Sect Leader's Secret Disciple, with few rivals at the same level!"

"That's true!"

"But Ling Shao is hardly ordinary; I believe this fight is precarious!"

"..."

Many Haotian Sect disciples stared at the storm, discussing fervently. Should Murong Bai lose again, the face of Haotian Sect would truly be lost.

An hour later.

By then, the destructive vortex in the void finally dissipated, swish, swish, swish~ All gazes focused on the void, where two figures gradually descended onto the Martial Arts Demonstration Stage, leaving many stunned.

Has the battle ended?

Who won or lost?

Surely Murong Bai won?

Many disciples speculated privately, showing anticipation, but Murong Bai and Ling Shao just stood on the Martial Arts Demonstration Stage, exchanging glances without announcing the result.

"What's happening?"

This scene left many baffled. Do they just stand there? Shouldn't they announce the result?

Finally, Murong Bai spoke: "I lost."

This declaration rendered all Haotian Sect disciples speechless, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

What, Murong Bai lost? How is that possible?

Could it be that today, the entire Haotian Sect has no one who can overcome these Demon Sect disciples?

How did this happen? Even Murong Bai isn't their opponent. Now, who can recover Haotian Sect's reputation?

At this moment, all Haotian Sect disciples looked fearful. The Murong Bai they admired was still outmatched. Besides the two Princes, is there really no one who can subdue the Demon Sect?

Pfft~

Just then, Murong Bai spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion turning pale. Clearly, he had lost, and utterly so.

Ling Shao spoke with a smile: "Being able to battle me until now is exceptional enough, your future achievements may not be below mine!"

With those words, Ling Shao soared, heading towards the Demon Sect, quickly landing amidst their crowd, while Murong Bai watched Ling Shao's figure with a touch of desolation in his eyes.

He came domineeringly, but returned defeated.

"Master, it's my incompetence!" Murong Bai turned his gaze, showing a hint of guilt toward Haotian.

Haotian waved his hand: "No matter, victory and defeat are common in battle; just learn from the experience. Go heal your wounds!"

"Yes!" Murong Bai nodded, lifting into the air.

The crowd watched Murong Bai's departing figure, their hearts unable to calm down. Even Murong Bai lost; who will Haotian Sect send next—perhaps those disciples with talent equal to Murong Bai?

Even if sent, defeat seems inevitable.

Some even wondered, what kind of monsters did the Demon Sect send, each possessing such frightening talent? It's unbelievable. If these individuals grow, it would be disastrous for the Celestial Capital.

"Seems Haotian Sect truly has no one!" Mo Qingfeng smiled slightly in the void, a seemingly friendly smile, yet who didn't know it was mocking Haotian Sect?

"Arrogance requires the right to be arrogant!" Just then, a domineering, inscrutable voice came from the void.

Swish, swish, swish~

All disciples' gazes turned toward the newcomer.

Someone couldn't help but speak: "It's Eldest Prince Di Tian, he's finally about to teach these arrogant ones a lesson?"

"And the Second Prince, he's here too!"

In a flash, all Haotian Sect disciples showed excited expressions. The two Princes are the sect's most monstrous prodigies; if they act, they'll surely teach the Demon Sect a solid lesson.

Today, the Demon Sect has been truly arrogant.

Soon, the two Princes, accompanied by several youths, descended onto the Martial Arts Demonstration Stage, their piercing eyes scanning the Demon Sect's prodigies, their cold gaze evident.

"So, you are the Celestial Emperor's two sons!" Mo Qingfeng gazed calmly at the two Princes: "You've finally appeared!"

"No need for nonsense!" Di Tian snorted coldly: "You descended here only to force my brother and me to appear, right?"

Their internal discord naturally wished to remain unknown to the Demon Sect.

"Force you to appear!" Mo Qingfeng laughed coldly: "You overestimate yourselves!"

Today, Mo Qingfeng led the Demon Sect prodigies here, not for the two Princes, but for another person, hence his words.

Then, Mo Qingfeng addressed the three Martial Immortal experts behind him: "Which of you wishes to battle these two princes?"

"I!"

"And I!"

Immediately, two youths stepped forward, one black and one white, their sharpness evident, the intent to contend in their eyes unmistakable.