NOVPUB"Junior Sister Ji, we have other matters to attend to, so please don’t block the way," Shi Jian said indifferently.
In matters involving the Stone Race, he was not about to be polite with anyone.
"This is between him and me," Ji Ruobing, pointing her sword at Xu Zimei, said calmly.
Seeing that Shi Jian was about to say something else, Xu Zimei waved his hand with a smile, "Senior Brother Shi, please wait aside for a moment, I’ll be right back."
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Shi Jian asked. "She is the Saintess of the Slaying Immortal Sect."
"If I can’t even deal with her, how can I talk about dealing with the Feather Clan with you?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Let’s go to the Combat Stage, other places in the Heavenly Dao Academy are not allowed for fighting," Xu Zimei said, looking towards Ji Ruobing.
"That’s exactly what I was thinking," Ji Ruobing nodded.
The three soared through the air toward the Combat Stage, their momentum as fierce as a rainbow, turning into a streak of light.
They landed on the Combat Stage.
Seeing a great battle was about to begin, some students from the Ten Thousand Martial Stage and other onlookers began to avidly spread the word again.
More and more students gathered here.
The Saintess of the Slaying Immortal Sect was challenging another person once again.
And after defeating Mo Tianming yesterday, today she was challenging another person who had reached the tenth level of the Tower of Heavenly Dao with Mo Tianming.
This was a really interesting spectacle.
Xu Zimei even spotted Mo Tianming below the stage, along with the girl in a white dress who had borrowed his token before.
"Good luck, Young Master," Ren Pingsheng and Monk Da Zhi cheered from below the stage.
Xu Zimei shook his head, amused.
He originally thought this was just a normal sparring session and didn’t expect people to make such a big deal out of it.
Sure enough, the world is never short of onlookers.
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"Who do you think will win?"
"Obviously, Ji Ruobing, what is there to even discuss?"
"But that Xu Zimei, he did slay Ao Nan previously; he’s not a simple one.
Don’t speak so confidently."
The crowd below discussed fervently, holding various opinions, and some even started arguing over it.
"What’s the point, can Ao Nan be compared to Ji Ruobing?
It’s just comparing sparrows to the grand scheme."
"We’ll see, I’m more optimistic about Xu Zimei."
The arguing crowd split into two factions, but ninety percent still supported Ji Ruobing.
After all, the reputation of Slaying Immortal Sect was too formidable.
"Draw your sword," Ji Ruobing said calmly.
Her sword qi radiated an astonishing aura, with endless Sword Intent turning into a rising Purgatory.
"Ancient Sword Technique, Cloud Piercing Stance."
As her words fell, clusters of white clouds descended from the sky’s edge.
A sharp sword pierced through the clouds, coming at him with a commanding aura.
If it were an ordinary person, they might have been bewildered by the clouds by now, unable to discern the sword qi.
Xu Zimei slightly curved his finger and flicked, striking precisely at the incoming sword tip.
The originally robust blade convulsed, and Ji Ruobing’s figure staggered backward several steps.
"Ancient Sword Technique second stance, Withering Wilderness Stance."
The longsword attacked again, carrying an aura of destruction and withering.
In this moment, it seemed the whole void was infected, decaying and shattering bit by bit.
Xu Zimei smiled faintly, these moves were rather childish to him.
Once again, he extended his right hand, pinching with his index and middle finger, and flicked again.
The shock from his flick made Ji Ruobing’s hands tremble, causing her grip on the sword to loosen unexpectedly.
With a "clang," the longsword fell to the ground, its crisp sound resonating.
...
"If this is all your so-called decisive battle has to offer, I would find it boring," Xu Zimei shook his head.
"What’s the hurry? It’s just an appetizer," Ji Ruobing snorted coldly.
With a gesture of her right hand, the longsword trembled and returned to her grasp.
"I don’t believe that I can’t force you to use your Vein Skills," Ji Ruobing said as if out of spite.
"Ancient Sword Technique, third stance, ’Eternal Style.’"
There is nothing eternal in this world, but there is the intent of eternity.
Even a Great Emperor cannot be eternal, but my sword can be.
The longsword cut through the silent void, carrying with it the unstoppable force of eternity and stirring up a hurricane.
The void was neatly cleaved in half from the middle.
With an unstoppable momentum, at this moment, the sword became intangible and inscrutable.
"Once you have become an immortal, then talk to me about eternity," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
With a wave of his right hand, the majestic Spiritual Energy surged and crackled explosively under the strain it was enduring.
As this palm struck down, it was like the onset of a storm, and the so-called ’Eternal Style’ was just a frail boat barely surviving in the wind and rain.
Seeing this scene, Ji Ruobing’s face slightly changed.
She hurriedly changed her sword moves.
"Ancient Sword Technique, fourth stance, ’Seeking Truth Technique.’"
The intent of the Eternal Sword changed, no longer fleeting and ethereal, but now carried a hint of the essence of the Dao.
Piercing through all mist and frost, the tip of the sword emanated a startling Sword Intent.
Continuously gathering and advancing towards Xu Zimei.
The intent of the Great Dao resounded in his ears.
"This child’s play should stop now," Xu Zimei said, growing impatient.
Behind him, the Tyrant Shadow unsheathed itself, sweeping through the air with the image of breaking swords.
With several "bang" sounds, as the swords clashed, Tyrant Shadow suppressed the opposing sword with absolute power.
As Sword Intent was overwhelmed, the entire void was left with nothing but a sea of swords, like Purgatory.
"Show your True Fate directly, or else you won’t even have a chance to strike," Xu Zimei said calmly.
"It seems I was not wrong about you; you are indeed a worthy opponent," Although her sword techniques had been broken, Ji Ruobing did not show any signs of panic.
Instead, she seemed expectant.
As a powerful aura spread behind her, the Myriad Tribulations Cone shattered the void, slowly rising.
"Annihilation Purple Thunder Tribulation, Qiankun Heavenly Thunder Tribulation."
Ji Ruobing didn’t hold back at all, unleashing two massive tribulations simultaneously.
As the Myriad Tribulations Cone rotated, Heavenly Dao seemed to respond.
Above their heads, the firmament was piled up with thick clouds.
From within the clouds, thunderbolts broke the dawn, striking down towards Xu Zimei with rolling force.
"This is getting interesting," Xu Zimei grinned.
Without dodging in the slightest, he let the Thunderbolt strike him.
Bathed in the thunder’s light, he twisted his neck and looked at Ji Ruobing with a smile: "There’s a saying that thunderbolts can forge a body, but yours seems not strong enough yet."
It was only at this moment that Ji Ruobing’s expression turned serious.
She stared intently at Xu Zimei.
Her aura grew even stronger.
"Let’s see how long you can withstand the Thunder Tribulation with your body."
"Heavenly Fire, Mysterious Water, Yimu Wood, Thick Earth, Glowing Metal, Five Elements Thunder Tribulation."
The Myriad Tribulations Cone behind Ji Ruobing was clearly operating at full speed.
"Soul Extinguishing Divine Thunder."
She released all six Thunder Tribulations she had at her disposal.
The first five attacks of the Five Elements Thunder Tribulation were aimed at the physical body, and the last one, the Soul Extinguishing, targeted the Divine Soul.
It is well known that the Divine Soul inherently belongs to Yin, and it profoundly fears Thunder, which represents the utmost rigidity and Yang.
