"Things unfolded rapidly in that fleeting moment."
In an instant, Ji Fengyi, diving from the sky, collided with Ye Junrou, who rushed up to meet her.
The burning red Longsword and the silver Lance struck each other, creating a terrifying True Yuan shockwave, akin to a Destruction Storm that swept across the area, forcing the onlookers to retreat repeatedly. Those who were slow to react were blown away, and the ground below the two women was blasted into a huge crater.
As a result, both ladies let out a pained grunt simultaneously, blood trailing from the corners of their mouths. They were evenly matched, each flying back without either gaining an advantage. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Ji Fengyi, still not satisfied, immediately spurred on the Red Flame Condor at her back, lunging at Ye Junrou.
As a Princess of the Sky Dome Dynasty and Emperor Wu's daughter, her status was incomparably noble. Merely drawing with a Commandery Princess from a tributary state was an immense humiliation for her. She must defeat Ye Junrou.
"Scared? I think not!"
Ye Junrou was not the least bit intimidated and immediately activated her Silver Flood Dragon Martial Soul, surging forward, thrashing its tail, and clashing with the Red Flame Condor.
"They're actually contesting with their Martial Souls directly; it seems these two have really been driven into a rage!"
The surrounding crowd exclaimed in shock.
It is well-known that the Martial Souls of those in the True Martial Realm are fragile, and even the invincible powerhouses among them dare not easily use their Martial Souls in combat. If the Martial Soul were damaged, the consequences would be dire.
Before long, the Red Flame Condor let out a horrific scream of agony.
Upon closer observation, after a brief struggle, the Red Flame Condor was overpowered by the silver Flood Dragon, which bit off one of its wings.
At the same time, Ji Fengyi in the air let out a pained grunt, her face turned pale as she vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood.
"This is impossible! How could I possibly lose to a mere Commandery Princess from a tributary state? No! I must win this battle!"
Ji Fengyi stared at Ye Junrou, her eyes filled with an intense unwillingness. As she spoke, a terrifying aura burst forth from her.
"This feeling... could it be Emperor Wu's Bloodline Power?"
"That's right! It's the power of the bloodline; she's about to use Emperor Wu's Bloodline Power!"
The crowd shouted in surprise.
"Emperor Wu's Bloodline Power?"
Zhao Letian furrowed his brows.
Bloodline is extremely important to Martial Artists, sometimes even more so than the Martial Soul.
For instance, the descendants of Emperor Wu, with the formidable Bloodline Power inherited from him, could easily dominate their peers.
However, for the descendants of Emperor Wu, the Emperor Wu Bloodline Power is almost their trump card, which they would not use lightly unless in a dire situation.
And now, Ji Fengyi was actually planning to use the Emperor Wu's Bloodline Power, which clearly indicated that she was determined to fight to the death with Ye Junrou. This sparring had lost its original meaning.
Therefore, seeing this, Letian, the second prince of Dajin Country beside Zhao Letian, also couldn't help but frown.
He wasn't worried about Ye Junrou's safety, he simply didn't want to see before leaving this Small World, people within the Sky Dome Dynasty killing each other and thus benefiting the people from the other two great dynasties for nothing.
However, compared to him, Crown Prince Ye Zhenxiao of Dajin Country seemed much more composed and indifferent, or rather, Ye Zhenxiao was far more cold and deep.
In Ye Zhenxiao's view, within the three great dynasties, there were not many who could threaten him, he simply didn't need the strength of others, therefore, he didn't care who lived or who died.
At the same time, seeing that Ji Fengyi and Ye Junrou were preparing to fight to the death, the people from the Golden Knight Dynasty and Haiya Dynasty naturally revealed expressions of taking pleasure in the misfortune.
Ji Fengyi and Ye Junrou were both invincible powerhouses, if something happened to either of them, the Sky Dome Dynasty's combat power would be severely damaged. If the Level 4 Array was broken later, or if people from the three great dynasties suddenly started a chaotic battle, the Sky Dome Dynasty would be in a dire situation.
Just then, a thunderous shout suddenly came, and at the same time, a Palm Seal containing terrifying power directly bombarded Ye Junrou's Silver Flood Dragon Martial Soul.
"It's Ji Pengyu! Not good, Ye Junrou is at a disadvantage!"
Everyone was shocked and looked up, only to see the person who made the move was Crown Prince Ji Pengyu from the Sky Dome Dynasty.
Seeing this scene, the people from Dajin Country all showed anger in their eyes, but dared not speak out, only watching Ye Junrou suffer helplessly.
Firstly, their strength was weak, not at all a match for Ji Pengyu, and secondly, their status couldn't compare to Ji Pengyu's, they dared not offend him.
As for Chenxiao, although he frowned, he also made no gesture.
He might have been able to block that Palm Seal for Junrou, but he had no intention of doing so because he didn't think it was wise to offend Ji Pengyu for Ye Junrou's sake.
As for Ye Zhenxiao, he was even more indifferent, not even bothering to take another glance.
As the saying goes, it was too late to say it.
In an instant, Ji Pengyu's Palm Seal was about to hit Ye Junrou's Silver Flood Dragon Martial Soul, and his Palm Seal even carried a powerful oppressive force, making it impossible for Ye Junrou to retract her Martial Soul, she could only watch the approaching Palm Seal with a mix of shock and anger.
At the critical moment, Zhao Letian suddenly let out a cold snort, followed by a flash of his figure, appearing before Ye Junrou's Silver Flood Dragon Martial Soul with an unbelievably terrifying speed, and with a punch wrapped in Thunder Arcs, his hand covered in layer upon layer of the hard-as-iron Black Scale Armor, he unflinchingly smashed towards Ji Pengyu's Palm Seal.
The next moment, a loud explosion sounded, Zhao Letian's fist directly shattered Ji Pengyu's Palm Seal with unstoppable force, and he stood still and unhurt.
Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene couldn't help but draw a breath of cold air, all showing a face full of disbelief and shock.
Everyone was very clear about who Ji Pengyu was, among the three great dynasties, there were definitely fewer than five people who could match him.
And someone who could easily catch his Palm Seal without breaking a sweat was almost non-existent, even a top invincible powerhouse like Ye Zhenxiao probably couldn't do it as effortlessly as Zhao Letian.
In everyone's impression, Zhao Letian's strength was only at the level of a common genius, at most, only slightly below the level of invincible powerhouses.
In their view, if he exerted all his strength, he might still be able to put up a fight against a common invincible powerhouse, but facing a terrifying existence like Ji Pengyu would definitely be suicidal.
However, now the reality was laid out before their eyes, far different from what they imagined.