bullyxtreme Chapter 1770
Chapter 1770
In a war of words, how could the disciples of the five holy cities possibly be a match for Yu'er and the others, whose verbal skills were honed to perfection?
Especially when Yu'er brought out the "5,000-year-old secret recipe for roasting people passed down by the aunt next door in Longxia," and her sharp words came out one after another like a machine gun, Wang Teng and the other five people's faces instantly turned from white to green, and the veins on their foreheads throbbed, and they were just about to go berserk on the spot.
The suppressed rage finally broke through the critical point. The aura around the five people suddenly surged, their faces turned ashen, and they trembled uncontrollably. Without hesitation, they simultaneously revealed all their trump cards!
"Om-"
The void trembled violently, as if gripped by an invisible force. Then, five completely different energies exploded on the arena: pitch-black terrifying mist, scorching golden flames like the blazing sun, and bone-chilling cold air.
The next second, five divine figures, powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world, suddenly manifested:
The Immortal King Descends: A phantom of the Immortal King, about a thousand feet tall, floats in the void, surrounded by billions of golden runes. His eyes seem to hold the birth and death of stars as they open and close. He exudes an unparalleled pressure that looks down on all living beings simply by standing there.
The Supreme Demon Blade: A dark, abyss-like phantom of a demon blade stretches across the heavens and earth, its blade entwined with thick, blood-red malevolent energy. With each slight tremor, it causes the surrounding space to crack with fine black lines, as if it wants to devour all the light in the world.
The Void-Swallowing Bottle: An ancient and mottled bottle floats in mid-air, with distorted spatial turbulence swirling around its mouth. The faint "whooshing" sound of it swallowing air can be heard, as if it could swallow the heavens and the earth in one gulp.
Ancient Evil Tiger: The phantom of an evil tiger, covered in dark purple scales, roared with its head held high. Its four fangs gleamed with a chilling metallic luster, and wherever its claws stepped, a thick layer of frost instantly condensed on the ground, exuding a ferocious aura from ancient times.
Crimson Gold Flowing Light: Countless crimson gold threads intertwine in the void, forming a huge net of light. Strange runes flow on the threads, seemingly gentle, yet exuding a heart-palpitating binding power.
The moment the five divine bodies manifested, wisps of immortal energy rose around Wang Teng and the other four—the fewest being two wisps and the most being five. Amidst the swirling immortal energy, their auras surged once more, clearly indicating that they were going all out.
The most eye-catching feature was the two streams of "transcendent immortal energy" around Wang Teng, which echoed the "Immortal King's Descent" phenomenon. The golden immortal energy wrapped around the illusory figure of the Immortal King, making the supreme pressure even stronger.
On the other side of the arena, Lin Yuyao, Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue remained calm, as if they had already anticipated this scene.
Lin Yuyao stood atop a sacred Qilin dharma image that was over ten feet in size. The Qilin was surrounded by a seven-colored radiance, and a faint white mist emanated from its nostrils. She held a crystal-clear longsword in each hand, the tips pointing diagonally to the ground, and coldly whispered:
"Even if defeated enemies join forces, they are still no match for you!"
"You bitch!" Wang Teng had hoped to make a name for himself in this duel and completely wash away the shame of his previous three consecutive defeats, but all his plans were ruined by Lin Yuyao. Hearing her taunts, he was instantly blinded by rage.
He stared intently at Lin Yuyao, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "Do you really think we have no backup plan?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Teng turned his head sharply to look at the elegant young man in golden robes who was the last to walk out of the Holy City camp, and said in a deep voice, "Golden Venerable, it's your turn."
The young man known as Jin Zun had a handsome face, and his golden brocade robe accentuated his gentle and refined temperament. Upon hearing this, he simply nodded, then quickly formed hand seals, and golden light, the same as that of "Crimson Gold Flowing Light," emanated from his fingertips as he struck the interwoven crimson gold light net.
"What?!" "This young man... is actually a prodigy who also specializes in cultivating divine physical phenomena!"
In the spectator stands, the cultivators' expressions changed drastically when they saw the golden light emitted by the Golden Venerable resonate with the "Crimson Gold Flowing Light." They whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief. Soon, someone reacted and exclaimed in shock, "Oh no! The rumors are true!"