Ultimately, Chen Mo is just a Fifth Grade Martial Artist.
Although he has the ability to defeat opponents above his level, the opponent is also a top Heavenly Pride, steadily pressing down an entire realm, not to mention being a Daoist against a martial cultivator...
Winning, it’s very difficult!
Even saying thirty percent chance is an exaggeration!
The Empress was silent for a moment, then said, "Make sure you keep an eye on things later; winning or losing is secondary; the person mustn’t have any missteps."
Eunuch Jin responded, "Yes."
The Empress watched the figure on the stage, a complex expression flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.
"I hope this little thief can give me a surprise..."
Chen Mo and Ling Ningzhi stood opposite each other.
Ling Ningzhi said calmly, "Mr. Chen, your sword technique is divine, astonishingly powerful, but I, the poor Daoist, will not stand here for you to cut... Are you sure you want me to exert my full strength?"
Chen Mo slightly raised his brow, "Your Three Saint Sect’s disciples seem quite confident."
"The millennium foundation of Tianshu Pavilion is richer than you can imagine, remaining completely unshaken even during the chaotic times of the previous dynasty. What I’ve learned is not even half; today, let Mr. Chen experience it."
Ling Ningzhi’s robe moved without wind, streams of Primordial Qi circulated around her.
Chen Mo nodded, "I can see, Fairy is indeed like the previous dynasty!"
Ling Ningzhi furrowed her dark brows slightly; something seemed off about this statement...
Due to wearing a thong, the fabric dug into the crevice, making every movement feel very uncomfortable, increasing her internal annoyance.
"This scoundrel, repeatedly humiliating me, it’s fitting to use this opportunity to vent my anger!"
The sound of the gong rang out again, marking the initiation of the battle.
Ling Ningzhi didn’t hesitate. She took a step forward, clouds gathered beneath her feet, rising upward step by step, her Moon White Daoist Robe fluttering like a bright moon hanging in the frosty sky.
"Jiuyou Guards, All Star Department greet, Abyss Purple Lightning, Thunder Lord stays hidden..."
As the chilling incantation echoed, the originally clear sky suddenly turned somber, a mass of lead-grey clouds covering the arena.
Dark clouds surged, seemingly stirred by an invisible hand, forming a rapidly spinning vortex, at the center of which, ghostly blue lightning danced like a spirit snake, threads of electric light spread out, the intense pressure causing everyone to slightly struggle to breathe.
Everyone present paled!
Ling Ningzhi rarely displayed her skills publicly, so many were unaware of her true abilities.
Judging by the power of this Thunder Spell, she already exhibited the aura of a Grandmaster!
In the spectator stand, Chu Heng watched the scene unfold, a hint of cold ridicule flickering in his eyes.
Others might not know, but he understood that Ling Ningzhi’s skills surpassed even Zi Lianji, possibly not weaker than Shi Yun!
With Chen Mo being favored by the Holy, he’s not to be easily provoked.
But if he dies on the stage, he can’t blame anyone else...
Muted sounds rumbled from within the clouds, the lightning grew stronger, intensely locking onto Chen Mo!
Ling Ningzhi knew Chen Mo’s strength was formidable, she didn’t underestimate him, her first move being a killing stroke!
However, Chen Mo had no intention of dodging, he stood still, watching the scene indifferently.
He wasn’t showing off; he was gathering strength.
Sky Brilliance Thunder, Cloud Stairway, the two Daoist Skills complemented each other.
During the Cloud Stairway, the caster is protected by the Daoist Skill; even if attacked, it’s difficult to interrupt the spell, rather it might expose oneself to being caught by the opponent.
But the biggest weakness of this move is the moment the thunder strikes.
Primordial Qi infuses the Thunder Spell, weakening the Cloud Stairway effect, albeit for a fleeting moment, but grasp it, and it’s a one-chance victory!
Chen Mo’s plan is simple: use Vitality Essence to withstand the Heavenly Thunder, directly rush and aggressively attack the Fairy!
"Purple Cloud Summoning Thunder, all evils perish!"
As the last incantation fell, suddenly, purple light exploded from the clouds, world-connecting lightning poured down thunderously!
The lightning carried torrential purple flames, burning the air into distorted shapes wherever it passed!
Chen Mo’s figure vanished in a flash.
Yet the lightning altered its course, following as closely as a deadly affliction!
"Running is useless."
Ling Ningzhi shook her head; the heavenly energy had already locked onto him, leaving him nowhere to hide...
The next moment, her pupils slightly contracted.
She saw Chen Mo enveloped in lightning, his Broken Jade Blade trailing a glass-like flame tail, tearing through space coming at her!
"Exchange injury for injury?"
Ling Ningzhi had no intention of giving him this chance.
She formed a spell, called upon Primordial Qi, preparing to use a Daoist Skill to escape.
Suddenly, her movements became extremely sluggish, as though trapped in a quagmire, even articulating words became exceedingly difficult, she could only watch helplessly as Chen Mo approached with the blade!
Two loud crashes followed in succession.
The torrential blade aura submerged Ling Ningzhi like raging waves, and shortly after, Chen Mo was also swallowed by the accompanying thunder light!
Ling Ningzhi was surrounded by Qi Flow, enveloping her like an eggshell.
However, under the terrifying Azure Dragon Saber Intent’s maw, the eggshell was already densely covered with cracks.
Chen Mo, struck by the lightning, had his clothes instantly turned to ash, his back flesh was charred and peeled, then rapidly healed, the air filled with the aroma of roasted meat.
He seemed unaware, exerting full force to unleash Sword Qi, forcibly tearing the protective Qi Flow apart!
Accompanied by a quiet sound, Qi Flow exploded into starry fragments.
The remaining force of the Broken Jade Blade didn’t diminish, slashing at Ling Ningzhi, a radiant barrier unfolded, "clang" deflecting the blade’s edge.
Ling Ningzhi was momentarily dazed.
It’s just a competition, is it worth such a desperate effort?
Then she quickly came back to her senses, her eyes ignited with battle spirit, she formed Daoist Formulas, murmuring:
"I want to see, how many layers of turtle shell do you have left!"