Chapter 853: Chapter 23: The Great Emperor Summons! Liyao Sweeps Across Her Generation
But what use is this thing? This kind of Minor Divine Techniques isn’t even enough to water the Spirit Field!
Could it be that the gentle rain could set an atmosphere, making one feel like having a romantic conversation?
Just when everyone thought Wang Liyao had comprehended a Minor Divine Technique from the Heavenly Dao Laws – Turning Yin into Light Rain – as nothing more than a humorous trick.
Suddenly.
Wu Zhixing, who had remained calm all along, turned color drastically, the Ying Dragon Dharma Aspect behind him let out a long chant and in an instant transformed into a wispy, fleeting wind shadow, moving rapidly on the arena.
Ying Dragon is the Lord of Changfeng, its domain is the sky. If it were in the sky now, Wu Zhixing could disappear within the blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace, but here on the arena, he could only maneuver within a limited space, and his abilities were severely constrained.
This restriction doesn’t usually matter, but against opponents of equal, or even superior caliber, it becomes exceptionally limiting.
Just like now.
"Crack!"
Each tiny raindrop landed on Wu Zhixing’s Protective Gang Qi.
The force compressed to the extreme exploded suddenly, layers of Sword Intent blossomed, causing a tiny ripple in his Protective Gang Qi.
Within that seemingly gentle tiny raindrop, there was a terrifying Sword Intent compressed to the extreme.
Such raindrops, if it were just a single drop, of course, wouldn’t matter, it couldn’t break Wu Zhixing’s Protective Gang Qi at all. However, the rain might be sparse, yet it continues endlessly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through, and the entire sky of light rain seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, enveloping Wu Zhixing like a swarm of bees.
"Crack crack crack!"
Wu Zhixing’s Protective Gang Qi exploded like fireworks during Chinese New Year.
Each raindrop contained compressed Sword Intent, accumulating into a terrifying force.
After all, Wu Zhixing is a Great Celestial Pride, with profound Bloodline Power, and his Protective Gang Qi was solid, its defensive ability equal to a Magical Treasure, yet now it was continuously bombarded, undulating with ripples, though not broken yet, it shook him so much that his head spun, and his vitality was extremely weak.
He could only keep urging the Celestial Spirits to likewise confront the storm with Divine Techniques, generating gusts of wind to disperse the endless rain.
"Little Wu, you won’t last much longer, you can’t hold on," Qianqiu began to provoke in his ear, "That girl opposite not only has a stunning figure, but her celestial aura has also suddenly turned into a queenly sway, her power is explosive enough. Why not, we surrender, and become one of her harem..."
"Actually, being conquered by a queen isn’t bad, when you think carefully, it’s quite pleasant. For this ending, I am mentally prepared. If you can’t accept it for a while, that’s okay, I can slowly help with your psychological construction."
Wu Zhixing’s face was as dark as ink.
What kind of Lifebound Sword did he refine? Not long ago, he claimed he would take Liyao into his harem, yet now as the situation changed, he’s already considering kneeling at her feet.
Darn it! Who needs you for psychological construction! I, Wu Zhixing, only wish to cultivate quietly.
Just as Wu Zhixing was falling into disadvantage, the "Xian Ge" character that had begun to crumble gradually revealed its true nature, excitedly shouting, "Liyao sister, go for it, crush them mercilessly. Make sure to flatten them and stomp them underfoot, make them kneel and sing..."
Her words were cut short.
The aura around Wang Liyao grew colder and more fierce once more, a powerful presence like an invisible hand gripped Xian Ge’s throat, silencing her noise.
The light rain dancing across the sky seemed to be caught by invisible hands, suspended in the air as if time had stood still.
Next moment.
The sky of light rain gathered together, silently, merging into one as countless streams joined in, then compressing, and compressing further.
A dew drop appeared at Xian Ge’s sword tip.
This dew drop wasn’t large, even smaller than ordinary dew.
Under hazy light, it shimmered with glow, fluidly turning, as if countless profound runes floated in it, emitting mysterious yet powerful aura waves.
"Celestial One True Water!"
Prince Yoong’an held his tea motion static, a trace of surprise visible in his eyes.
You should know, Celestial One True Water is the signature skill of the "Celestial One True Water Lineage," one of the Nine Sacred Veins, employing this method demands extremely stringent comprehension of Heaven and Earth Laws by the cultivator, as well as their power control.
Even a Great Celestial Pride mostly wouldn’t master it until the Purple Mansion Realm.
Seeing this, despite Prince Dexin’s unpleasant expression, he couldn’t resist expressing a sigh, "To master Celestial One True Water at such a young age, this girl is indeed remarkable."
"Hehe~ That’s right. As the apprentice nurtured with everything I’ve got, how could she be anything but good?" Celestial River Zhenren stroked his beard in pride, but in his heart, tears of bitterness streamed down.
To train this apprentice, he had gone completely bankrupt, and owed a considerable debt. If she wasn’t strong, where was justice?
As he spoke.
On the arena, Wang Liyao’s Spirit Sword Xian Ge trembled gently, Celestial One True Water flew off the sword tip, drifting lightly towards Wu Zhixing.
The tiny dew sliced through the air, light and ethereal, yet seemed to carry thousand-jin power, even the air groaned under its strain.
