CHAPTER 285
The Full-Powered Strike of Lingxian Hall's First Disciple
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Turning around, Dongfang Jue saw the missing immortal sword—now behind her…
The snow-white blade slowly lifted her crimson skirt, revealing her snow-white thigh…
"Senior Sister…"
"Hmm… Aren't you hot wearing such a long skirt?" Ye Qinghan covered her mouth and laughed, trying her best to sound casual.
To be honest, Dongfang Jue's spear technique had truly surpassed her expectations!
Even if Dongfang Jue possessed some strange gun technique manual from his master, he shouldn't be this strong…
Ye Qinghan couldn't help but adopt a more serious tone, stating bluntly, "Again? You wouldn't be suggesting that was your full strength, would you?"
Dongfang Jue furrowed her brows slightly. Was Senior Sister… also trying to test her limits?
If you want to test me, then I'll let you test me!
After all, she was the eldest senior sister!
"Of course not. Senior Sister, watch closely. From here on, Jue'er will be taking this seriously!"
With that, the playful sparring ended!
The two began their true confrontation!
Dongfang Jue became the only person besides Shangguan Rou capable of withstanding ten divine swords!
And this time, compared to her previous battle with Shangguan Rou, Ye Qinghan had added three more divine swords!
Facing thirteen divine swords, Dongfang Jue still found moments to free her hands, occasionally reaching out to touch her senior sister!
Her spear moved with her like a perfect dance partner, their coordination seamless!
"Senior Sister, catch this! I'm naming this spear thrust—the Awesome Spear!"
"…Awesome…"
Ye Qinghan had no intention of parrying this strike. She intended to test Dongfang Jue's strength head-on!
"Sword Formation, Break Army!"
Like two fists clashing, the Frostshattering Sword and Godslayer Spear collided. Though they never actually touched, the explosive roar pierced through the barrier, sending a shudder through Li Shiyao's massive frame!
The immense energy seemed capable of altering the weather. Dark clouds now gathered thickly overhead, thunder roaring and lightning flashing across the sky!
Gale-force winds whipped around them, catching the hems of their robes and making them flutter wildly.
They were evenly matched, yet Dongfang Jue inwardly sensed trouble!
She knew full well that her senior sister hadn't unleashed her full strength. While she might be unfamiliar with other aspects, she had heard of the Breaking Army Sword Formation!
This wasn't the true power of the Sword Array of the Vanquished Army. Ye Qinghan was clearly holding back!
The senior sister was holding back!
It felt like a double standard. Dongfang Jue now both hoped Ye Qinghan would respect her and fight at full strength…
yet also wished her to show mercy, sparing her the humiliation of a crushing defeat…
Forced back over ten meters, Dongfang Jue found it hard to accept. Seeing her senior sister's expression—seven parts coldness, three parts indifference—Dongfang Jue could only muster one word: unwillingness!
After all, at this rate, she too could form her Core within a month and a half at most!
But such a gap clearly couldn't be bridged in a month and a half!
"Jue'er, when you go out, don't say you're this Emperor's junior sister. You're far too weak—it's embarrassing for our Master~"
Dongfang Jue gritted her teeth, knowing full well this was her senior sister's provocation…
she understood this was a calculated gambit. If she crumbled now, she'd never rise again!
How would the Master view her?
How would the world view her?
"Senior Sister, isn't this a bit…"
In an instant, spiritual energy surged to the spear's tip, a visible mist of blood enveloping the shaft!
"a bit hurtful?"
Ye Qinghan tilted her head and smiled. This position as Lingxian Hall's First Disciple—do you think anyone could just aspire to it?
Senior Sister is still your Senior Sister!
"If you keep pushing yourself, Jue'er, the wounds won't just be in your heart~"
"Senior Sister isn't very good with words, nor at comforting children~"
The illusory form of Ling Shuang Sword Intent drifted behind her, several immortal swords poised at her sides!
Ye Qinghan was no longer the Ye Chenmeng of old. She was now the Demon Emperor of the Northern Realm, as unshakable as a deity descended from the heavens!
Her black high heels stomped heavily on the stone tiles beneath her feet. The sword formation swirled, poised for attack!
"Dongfang Jue! Run! That's Senior Sister's Frostblade Formation!"
Li Shiyao was utterly stunned. What on earth was happening?
Wasn't this supposed to be a martial contest? Why bring out the Frostblade Formation now?
Remember last time Senior Sister used this? She nearly killed her through the Chaos Bell!
Her butt had ached all afternoon!
Little Jue had no defensive artifacts—how could she withstand this blow after blow?
"Master, please save my junior sister!"
"Whatever mistake she made, surely it doesn't deserve death?"
"Master, say something!"
Li Shiyao grabbed Su Cheng's arm and shook it frantically!
The sword formation continued to expand relentlessly until it enveloped the entire sky and earth, even parting the dark clouds overhead to reveal a gaping hole!
Even from the spectator seats behind the barrier, the crowd could feel the overwhelming pressure emanating from the Fox Demon King's blood!
The gale-force winds sliced through the air like razors, cutting through flesh and sending a stinging pain across exposed skin.
The arena fell deathly silent. Even the referee elders were dragged away by Ling Mountain's people!
This was beyond their control!
Thunder roared like a beast's howl, sending all living creatures scattering in terror. Even the ants began to relocate!
Only a sliver of sky, isolated by the sword formation, allowed a few rays of sunlight to filter through. Like sacred light, it fell upon the two figures standing at the center of the arena.
The scene felt as though the daughter of the gods was about to descend, or an angel was about to fall to earth.
The spectator stands fell deathly silent, all holding their breath as they stared intently at the two!
And it was precisely in this moment that the voice of the bald-headed Shi Yao rang out with startling clarity!
"Master! That's Senior Sister's ultimate move! It's the most powerful technique of the Frostblade Formation—Frostblade!"
"Master, save Junior Sister Jue'er!"
"Junior Sister Jue'er can't hold out!"
Li Shiyu took over the commentary duties, which had long since fallen silent, delivering a fierce introduction!
"Shiyao, don't panic. Juer will be fine. She is my direct disciple. I believe in Juer!"
Li Shiyu's eyes widened. Trust?
What kind of "power of belief" are you preaching to me now, Master?
"Jue'er, listen to your senior sister—run!"
"Better safe than sorry. Jue'er, don't defy your senior sister—that thing hits really hard!"
"Jue'er, don't just stand there! Run!"
Dongfang Jue now had nowhere left to retreat, especially with Li Shiyu egging her on to desert!
She was the Prince of the Northern Frontier. She was the third disciple of Lingxian Hall. Could she possibly flee?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
As the tip of her spear flashed menacingly, Dongfang Jue prepared her ultimate move, clenching her teeth and declaring:
"Senior Sister, Jue'er isn't afraid at all!"
With her master by her side, she felt no fear!
Facing her was her senior sister—her eldest senior sister!
Could her senior sister-disciple possibly harm her?
Impossible!
The eldest senior sister would never use the pretense of a martial arts match to feign a slip-up and kill her in an instant!
Her senior sister cherished her!
For this, she could only rely on courage and trust, coupled with an unwavering will to fight with her back against the wall!
"Breaking Army Style! Piercing Star!"
Red robes swirled with icy light as Dongfang Jue charged forward into the sword formation instead of retreating!
Ye Qinghan curled her lips. Well…
It was passable…
With an angle as unpredictable as the gods, she planted her foot on the spear tip like a giant sword halting a dragon carriage, deflecting the powerful thrust—a strike carrying the force to cleave mountains—head-on.
Dongfang Jue never expected his senior sister to…
Damn it, so fast!
Catching Dongfang Jue off guard, Ling Shuang Sword switched hands. The hilt flipped backward, her jade-like hand clamping down on Dongfang Jue's spear-wielding wrist!
Her figure flickered as the sword hilt pressed against the inner side of Dongfang Jue's wrist. With a single palm strike to the blade, she disarmed him of his spear!
The shock from the blow numbed Dongfang Jue's gun-wielding hand. He instinctively spun to draw his spear with his other hand!
But by then, it was too late!
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