Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 821

Chapter 821: 821

Boom—!

A terrifying strike, a terrifying blade aura.

Mo Wu Shang’s Indestructible Dark Flame was completely shattered, and even on his forehead, there was a new wound, right beside his Demon Eye, barely missing it.

"Do you dare to injure my Demon Eye?"

"Injure you? Why not? Your strength is simply incomparable to the Holy Son, you are too specialized. Soul Secret Techniques are indeed powerful, but once someone counters it, you’ve got no other options."

Qin Bi Xue coldly chuckled.

"Is that so? Let me show you a move I’ve never used until now!

Demon Eye: Demon King Transformation!"

As Mo Wu Shang’s cold voice echoed, his body began to rapidly change, growing a pair of terrifying demon horns on his head, and a pair of black wings on his back.

His muscles also became as solid as iron, block by block.

What was most terrifying was that his body grew more than ten times larger; his giant form stood there, looking down on Qin Bi Xue, resembling a Demon Lord itself.

"Wow, really does have a connection with Ya Qian Xue; that transformation of Ya Qian Xue is quite similar to Mo Wu Shang’s."

Ling Xiao couldn’t help but marvel.

After the transformation, Mo Wu Shang’s powers of Demon Eye, defense, and strength all increased significantly, and he could even fly for a short period.

This massive advantage was originally intended to deal with Ji Mingkong, but now he had to use it earlier.

Otherwise, it was simply impossible to defeat Qin Bi Xue.

"Oh wow, a transformation, nice. But did you think you’re the only one who can transform?"

Qin Bi Xue revealed a sinister smile.

"Blood Blade Transformation: Slaughter Demon King!"

Instantly, Qin Bi Xue’s figure also changed. His body did not enlarge, but a strange armor layer formed on him, the blood blade he held previously had disappeared, and sharp blades coated the armor.

Although his size hadn’t increased, his speed and lethality had greatly improved.

"Good, let’s see whose transformation is more powerful!"

The giant form clashed with the armored body.

On the chaotic Martial Arts Platform, one could only see Mo Wu Shang’s figure and occasionally blood-red beams shot from his Demon Eye.

Qin Bi Xue’s speed was so fast that one could hardly see his figure.

After several dozen exchanges,

the two separated again.

"You lost!"

Qin Bi Xue gently smiled; his body’s blade edges were all covered in fresh blood, but it wasn’t his.

"Why didn’t you use this move against the Holy Son just now?"

Mo Wu Shang reverted to his original form, kneeling on one knee, his face pale with evident serious injuries.

"It’s simple. This is my ultimate technique. Sadly, it’s meaningless against the Holy Son, who has reached the early stages of Taiji Heaven. So it’s better to keep it to deal with you."

Qin Bi Xue laughed.

"You’re right, I indeed lost!"

Mo Wu Shang’s expression was somewhat despondent.

He had thought that he was the only one worthy to challenge the Holy Son, but now it seemed he couldn’t even beat Qin Bi Xue, let alone the Holy Son.

Keep in mind, the Holy Son had easily defeated Qin Bi Xue.

"I didn’t expect Qin Bi Xue to have such a killer move. Alas, Mo Wu Shang actually lost to him; our last hope is also shattered, it seems there won’t be any surprises left."

"I am actually looking forward to Ling Xiao’s fight with Joshua Long," someone remarked. "Ling Xiao hasn’t shown his true strength so far, whereas Joshua Long’s power has visibly increased after his fight with Liu Taiyin, so it’s also a possibility."

"Bai Qianjiao could also be a contender, don’t underestimate that woman. Who among you thought she could actually defeat Hong Li?"

"Speaking of Hong Li," another chimed in, "it’s a pity she lost to Bai Qianjiao. It was obvious she still had unused strength."

"It’s useless to talk about it now; let’s just continue watching the match. Maybe we’ll know the answer soon."

The martial artists in the audience were both anxious and disappointed.

The anxiety stemmed from the fact that, up until now, no one had shown even close to the strength needed to challenge the Holy Son.

They hoped that Ling Xiao, Joshua Long, Bai Qianjiao, and Hong Li would soon reveal their true potency.

As for the disappointment, it was purely because the Holy Son was so powerful that it left little suspense in the competition.

Who likes a match with no suspense? It certainly leaves a bad taste.

Qin Bi Xue, having absorbed Mo Wu Shang’s luck after defeating Ji Mingkong, not only regained the luck she had lost but actually increased it considerably, surpassing Ling Xiao with a cultivation level now reaching Taiji heaven.

Mo Wu Shang walked off the platform, looking quite forlorn.

Losing to Qin Bi Xue was a significant blow to him.

He had always felt the only person he could not defeat was Ji Mingkong, but an unexpected defeat to Qin Bi Xue deeply shook him.

And now with Bai Qianjiao and Ling Xiao, who he had not yet faced, possibly threatening him, did he face yet another failure?

Such thoughts had never occurred to him before this contest.

The twelfth round of matches carried on.

Soon, a confrontation between strong opponents arose.

Standing on the Martial Arts Platform were Ling Xiao and Joshua Long.

"Though I knew this fight would inevitably happen, I feel it has come a bit too soon," Joshua Long admitted. He knew he wasn’t a match for Ling Xiao, but he did not want to concede defeat.

He was curious to see how big the gap between him and his Brother Ling actually was.

"Go all out," Ling Xiao encouraged. "Your Golden Dragon Form can be disguised as your Martial Soul to display your full strength," he advised. "That way, even if faced with Mo Wu Shang, you won’t lose."

Ling Xiao too was eager to exchange blows with Joshua Long in such a battle.

Everyday sparring certainly lacked the thrill of this kind of combat.

Moreover, if he wanted to keep his association with the Divine Sword Sect hidden, he had to genuinely fight Joshua Long, otherwise, it would be too easy for others to see through him.

"I understand, Brother Ling," Joshua Long responded firmly, "I will not hold back!"

Taking a deep breath, Joshua Long immediately transformed into his Human-Dragon Tenth Form.

Battling in any form lesser than this would be an affront to Ling Xiao, implying he wasn’t even worth fighting.

"Golden Dragon Fist Technique!"

Initially, Joshua Long had been training in swordsmanship under Ling Xiao’s tutelage, but Ling Xiao had corrected that.

With the Dragon Clan’s robust defensive capabilities, using a sword would be wasteful.

Only fist techniques and physical combat were suitable for the Dragon Clan.

After all, a dragon’s razor-sharp claws were no less formidable than divine weapons.

In Joshua Long’s heart, Ling Xiao was a presence even stronger than the Holy Son, so he dared not hold back.

Nor did he need to, as he knew whatever he did, he could not harm Ling Xiao.

Fierce Golden Dragon punches followed one after the other, creating tremors in the surrounding area as the already fractured Martial Arts Platform cracked even more.

His combat power was now clearly far superior to when he had fought Liu Taiyin.

"This generation is indeed formidable," a spectator noted. "This Martial Arts Platform has been used for so many years, and it was only during Ji Fulin’s and Yu Xuan Yue’s battle that it was ever damaged. Now, it seems this generation will break it again."

"Yes, this Joshua Long is still enhancing his strength mid-fight. His cultivation level and power have comprehensively increased," another added. "It looks like Ling Xiao will need to use his real techniques now; otherwise, he might not stand a chance against Joshua Long."

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