Protect Our Clan Leader

Her Artifact Spirit "String Song" had always behaved like an innocent little girl in front of her, speaking with a coquettish and cute tone.

Who would have thought that when she exchanged trash talk with Thousand Autumn, not only was her aura not inferior, but there was even a hint of being more gangster than Thousand Autumn, and her words were full of censored terms.

What kind of sword life had String Song... been through in the past?

Wu Zhixing was equally shocked.

How had that old thing, Thousand Autumn, managed to survive until now without being erased?

"Shut up! Or I'll erase you all~"

Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing roared almost simultaneously.

Clearly, their exchanges of trash talk had become so unbearable even for their masters.

Upon hearing this, the two quarreling Artifact Spirits suddenly snapped out of their enjoyable exchange of trash talk and wisely shut their mouths.

Ah~ Their young master was still too young, too thin-skinned.

After a few hundred or thousand more years, they would realize how important it was to have an Artifact Spirit that could spout trash talk~ after all, trash talk is also a part of overall strength~

The two swords sighed simultaneously in their hearts.

Without the disruption of the Sword Spirits' trash talk, Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing finally had the chance to fight quietly, showcasing a splendid battle.

Above and below, the roaring applause was incessant.

However, as the prolonged battle continued, Wu Zhixing began to feel the pressure from De Xin, the Old Ancestor.

"Miss Liyao truly deserves to be a direct disciple of Tianhe, possessing such profound understanding of sword techniques at such a young age. It's indeed remarkable," he said solemnly, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "Miss Liyao, be careful now, I'm about to get serious."

As his words fell, he suddenly thrust his sword, forcing Wang Liyao back, then his figure flashed, creating a breeze under his feet and rapidly distancing himself from Wang Liyao.

At the same time, his aura also dramatically transformed.

Accompanied by a long dragon chant, a colossal dragon-shaped shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

It was an immense dragon shadow, even slimmer than the Azure Dragon, covered with faintly visible azure scales, its huge multicolored wings spread wide, exuding a majestic and immense Dragon Might.

This shadow was none other than Wu Zhixing's Bloodline Law Phase—Yinglong.

As everyone knows, Yinglong is one of the Ancient Divine Beasts. Born to belong to the skies, it commands the long winds between heaven and earth, making it an immensely powerful Divine Beast.

At this moment, even though it was just a Dharma Shadow, the huge and ethereal dragon body emanated an unparalleled formidable aura, noble and sacred.

With the emergence of the Dharma Shadow, waves of Mysterious Energy also burst out from within Wu Zhixing, instantly sweeping across the entire arena.

Threads of dawn light burst forth from the powerful Mysterious Energy.

That was Divine Power!

Although the dawn light occupied only a portion of the Mysterious Energy, with the bulk still being Mysterious Energy, Divine Power was Divine Power. This indicated Wu Zhixing's profound comprehension of the Law, reaching a stage where he could consolidate his own Divine Skills.

Although a Cultivator's Bloodline Power reaching the Spiritual Body allowed them to delve deeper into understanding the Law and attempt to comprehend Divine Skills, the process itself was extremely challenging and time-consuming. Normally, only after reaching the Purple Abode Realm could a Cultivator's understanding of the Law be deep enough to possess their own Divine Skills.

But as a Great Heavenly Proud, with the aid of the Taoist Body, there was a certain chance to comprehend one's own Divine Skills in the Celestial being Realm, albeit still incredibly challenging.

No one expected that Wu Zhixing, who had almost never publicly shown his hand, had already quietly stepped into the threshold of Small Divine Power, mastering Divine Power.

"This is the Small Divine Power I've comprehended—'Tiangang'. Although it's still nascent, it is the fruit of my painstaking efforts. Miss Liyao, here it comes~"

As he spoke these words, beads of cold sweat oozed from Wu Zhixing's forehead, clearly showing that controlling Divine Power was still quite strenuous for him at this moment.

However, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, evidently very confident in his Small Divine Power named "Tiangang."

As his words fell, he waved his Spirit Sword "Thousand Autumn" through the air.

A surge of azure-colored dawn light suddenly burst forth.

In an instant, the arena was engulfed in a fierce whirlwind, a massive tornado sweeping across the entire arena, making the black iron-cast platform tremble abruptly.

And Wang Liyao's hovering delicate body, like a small boat in a gust of wind, seemed as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

Suddenly, the expressions of all spectators became grave.

Inside the VIP seating, the few Magic Realm big shots who were previously chatting all shut their mouths. In the cheaper seats below, many spectators were so tense they stood up.

Many supporters of Liyao felt their hearts unconsciously tightening.

This was Divine Power, could Miss Liyao withstand it?

What they hadn't noticed was that amidst the rampant whirlwind, Wang Liyao's aura also changed.

Standing proudly in the air amidst the fierce wind, her eyes turned icy, and she softly said: "Little Commandery Prince's Dharma and Divine Skills are quite formidable. Now, please allow Little Commandery Prince to experience the Small Divine Skill that Liyao has comprehended~"

Saying this, her rosy lips parted slightly, and she slowly uttered a name.

"'Hanging Water Divine Power' first move, 'Yin Turning Small Rain.'"

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