NOVPUBJi Jiucheng watched Xu Zimei indifferently, his spear radiating a sky-penetrating aura.
A surge of crimson spiritual energy flowed around the long spear.
The space around began to fracture, and then completely collapsed.
Thunderous explosions sounded all around.
"This must be the spear technique created by the Seventh Prince," some who had heard the rumors curiously discussed.
"Yes, it’s said that this move is called ’Spear Covers the Firmament,’ a technique the Seventh Prince developed after comprehending the true essence of the spear path and integrating it with the profound meaning of space," someone explained on the side.
"The Seventh Prince is so young and has already achieved so much.
He’s likely to be a strong contender for the role of Imperial Heir in this generation!"
...…
Above the stage, Ji Jiucheng’s long spear emitted an aura so intense it seemed to solidify.
Behind him, a spear identical in shape but vastly larger in size began to take form.
The space around had long been unable to withstand the might of this spear.
Had it not been for Wenren Jingshi’s suppression nearby,
it’s likely that the space within a hundred miles would have been completely destroyed.
Above in the firmament, winds gathered and clouds swirled, the crimson spiritual energy almost dyeing the long spear red.
From afar, it looked as though it were engulfed in raging flames.
As Ji Jiucheng moved, the massive spear formed from concentrated aura followed suit.
With a point of his spear,
the aura behind him seemed to be guided forward.
In an instant, it lunged towards Xu Zimei.
The speed of this attack was extremely fast, containing the profound meaning of space within it.
It was virtually impossible to dodge for those who had not grasped the profound meaning of space.
Moreover, the spear’s intent was focused on slaughter, its killing intent nearly materializing.
In less than the time it took to inhale, the spear formed from concentrated aura had already appeared in front of Xu Zimei.
But what Ji Jiucheng could never have anticipated was that among the "Demonic Skills" Xu Zimei had mastered,
there was one called "Illusory Demon Technique!"
This move could be said to represent the ultimate power of space.
At this moment, watching the flow of space before him, the spear’s aura piercing through the Endless Void towards Xu Zimei’s chest,
some held their breath.
Many young members of the Wenren Family swallowed hard,
some relieved that they didn’t bravely step into the arena themselves, as they believed they could not have evaded this spear.
Xu Zimei shook his head with a smile. For him, at the peak of the Saint Vein,
such an attack was child’s play, lacking any desire for battle.
Although Ji Jiucheng’s talent was respectable, he was after all only at the level of the Emperor Pulse Realm.
In the Martial Path’s later stages, each step was as vast as the sky.
The gap between them was hard to imagine and scarcely invoked Xu Zimei’s seriousness.
He merely extended his right hand casually, lightly pinching.
To many onlookers, the gesture was ordinary, seemingly unimpressive.
Yet with such a pinch, the spear’s intent, which had shot from the void with lightning speed, was caught between Xu Zimei’s fingers.
Between the index finger and the middle finger.
The long spear, like an enraged dragon roaring, thrashed in an attempt to break through Xu Zimei’s defense.
But all was in vain.
Xu Zimei stood unmoving, merely watching with a light chuckle as Ji Jiucheng’s face showed astonishment.
The wind generated by the spear’s intent caused his clothes and robe to flutter up, and his black hair also danced in the breeze.
The momentum of the long spear surged in one breath, waned on the second, and was exhausted on the third.
Ultimately, as the intention behind the spear grew weaker and weaker, Xu Zimei remained standing there, calm and composed.
From the beginning to the end, aside from using two fingers to clamp the spear’s intention, he did not make any other moves.
Below, the scene fell into utter silence, and not even the cawing of crows or chirping of sparrows could be heard.
Some looked on, dumbfounded at this scene, especially some of the younger disciples, whose hearts were like surging waves struck by shock.
"Is it over just like that?" Someone still couldn’t believe it and asked.
"Is the move created by Ji Jiucheng too weak, or is the opponent too strong?" someone murmured to themselves.
Not only were these young disciples astonished, but many of the famous predecessors present were also shocked, unable to regain their composure for a long time.
Exactly how powerful Ji Jiucheng’s move "Spear Covers the Firmament" was something they could naturally tell at a glance.
But to block it so effortlessly with just two fingers was something many of them believed they could not achieve.
Below the platform, King Anding, after being stunned for a long time, was the first to react.
Then he looked deeply at Xu Zimei and smiled, saying, "Interesting, interesting."
"What does father mean by that?" his son, Yue Chang, asked with some confusion.
"It seems that there are indeed crouching tigers and hidden dragons in this world, and I have been ignorant," King Anding Yue Yunfei shook his head.
He replied, "I’ve misjudged."
Even Wenren Jingshi, for whom today’s celebration was held, was sitting in the seat of honor, stunned for a long while.
He couldn’t help reflect internally, "I am old, indeed old. My grandson truly conceals his depth well, surprisingly so!"
He shook his head slightly and turned his gaze towards Wenren Tian Ming below.
In Wenren Jingshi’s plan, among the current generation of disciples, considering both disposition and talent, Wenren Tian Ming was without a doubt the prime choice to vie for Destiny.
Even faced with Ji Jiucheng, he had this confidence.
However, now he was uncertain how this event would impact the heart of Wenren Tian Ming.
"Xu Zimei," Sovereign Ji Yunzhou murmured the name softly to himself.
It seemed that a few days ago, the Yellow Three Envoys had reported back with this name and had praised him highly.
But he had not had time to investigate, and now they were meeting again in this manner.
...
"I have lost," Ji Jiucheng said, looking at Xu Zimei with eyes full of gravity and wariness.
Finally, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"I said I would make only one move, and I have lost."
"There’s no need for that, I know you’re not content," Xu Zimei shook his head, speaking indifferently.
"Whatever moves you have, you can use them freely. In fact, to me, one spear thrust is no different from countless thrusts."
Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Ji Jiucheng’s gaze sharpened.
The strength with which he held his long spear involuntarily grew stronger.
Although he did not regard glory and fame as very important, anyhow, as the Seventh Prince in the Phoenix Perching Empire, he was still highly renowned.
Now with Xu Zimei speaking this way, he was effectively disregarding him completely.
Spiritual Energy surged around his body, turbulent as if desiring another battle.
However, the voice of the Sovereign Ji Yunzhou came from below.
"Jiucheng, come down now. You’re not at the same level; fighting a hundred more times wouldn’t bring victory," he said.
"Father," Ji Jiucheng paused slightly, somewhat unwilling.
"Do you wish to disgrace yourself?" Ji Yunzhou frowned slightly.
He said, "You represent the dignity of the royal family."
In the end, Ji Jiucheng could only nod reluctantly, holding his long spear as he slowly descended from the platform.
"You’re conceding just like that?" Xu Zimei said somewhat disinterestedly.
"I was looking forward to an exchange of pleasantries. I received your spear thrust, you should take my punch."
