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This scene left the cultivators behind speechless.
"Fairy Su's swordsmanship is so exquisite and unparalleled!"
Fang Li exclaimed in amazement, "The 'Ten Forms of Falling Petals' that Su Zhixiao used was elegant and fierce, clearly demonstrating that she had mastered the true essence of the art. It's hard to believe that this swordsmanship is..."
This is something a 16-year-old girl could do.
What shocked everyone even more was the incomparably powerful crimson spear in Su Mu's hand.
"That...that's the Nine Yang Spear?!" A knowledgeable rogue cultivator exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't this the ancestral spear technique of the Prince of Ning's Mansion in Qingzhou, which is never passed down to outsiders?"
"Huh? How could Mr. Su..."
"No wonder Mr. Su was able to summon Prince Ning's reinforcements so quickly!" Zhang Chongshan suddenly realized. "So Mr. Su and Prince Ning have such a deep connection..."
Deep historical ties!
When everyone looked at Su Mu again, their eyes held even more admiration and shock, as well as more confidence, and they launched a full-scale attack on the remaining demons.
"Mr. Su and his team will definitely win!"
In the midst of the fierce battle, a glint flashed in Su Zhixiao's eyes. Seizing an opening, she suddenly accelerated her sword strikes, unleashing a barrage of attacks like a whirlwind!
The cyan sword energy hissed, slicing through the countless bandages wrapped around the mysterious cultivator's wide cloak with unparalleled precision!
The bandages tore apart inch by inch, and the monster's bloated body shuddered violently, revealing a patch of bare skin in the center of its chest, where it was throbbing violently.
A pulsating, dark red heart!
The heart was beating unusually fast, as if it contained all its power, and also as if it was its greatest weakness!
How could Su Mu miss such a golden opportunity? His true energy erupted, and the crimson light on his spear shone brightly, as if it had condensed into a dazzling little sun!
With a clear shout like tearing silk, the spear transformed into a line of fire that burned everything, piercing straight out!
Pfft!
The spear tip pierced that throbbing heart with unparalleled precision!
"Awooo—!!!" The mysterious cultivator let out a shrill, inhuman scream, his massive body convulsing violently, dark red, eerie blood flowing down his back.
It gushed out from the gun barrel!
Success?! Just as a glimmer of hope rose in everyone's hearts, the heavily injured monster suddenly raised its head, and a red light flashed wildly beneath its mask.
It was filled with violence and suffering.
At the point where its heart vein was pierced, the surrounding tumor-like tissue began to writhe and proliferate wildly!
Countless new, twisted pieces of flesh, as if possessing life, forcefully clamped down on the Nine Yang Spear piercing into his body, and rapidly expanded outwards.
They tried to cover and protect the wound again!
At the same time, its aura not only did not weaken, but instead, as if some forbidden seal had been broken, it surged wildly once again!
An even more terrifying and despairing pressure than before swept outwards like a tangible tsunami!
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"What... what is this monster?!"
Fear spread like a plague among the cultivators. Faced with this irrational and relentless being, even the disciples of the Genshan Sect were filled with dread.
Inevitably, fear arose, and the formation wavered slightly.
Zhang Chongshan and Fang Li were also deathly pale, but when they looked at each other, they both saw a resolute determination in each other's eyes.
"We can't retreat!" Zhang Chongshan roared through gritted teeth. "Fang Li, come with me and help Mr. Su and the others escape!"
Even if the hope was slim, they absolutely could not stand by and watch Su Mu and his companion face this terrifying monster alone.
Suppressing their fear, the two were about to activate their magical artifacts and fight to the death.
At this critical moment—
"Boom--!"
The earth trembled slightly, and from afar came the sound of uniform, heavy footsteps and sharp, piercing air.
A clear, authoritative voice, yet containing a barely perceptible hint of anxiety, pierced the sky:
"The Qingzhou army is here! Form ranks and annihilate the demons!"
Reinforcements have arrived!
Overjoyed, everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw streaks of light rushing towards them from the sky, dust billowing on the ground, and the elite troops of the royal palace, clad in armor and armed with weapons, surging like a tide.
They surged forward and instantly encircled and annihilated the remaining demons.
The leader, clad in armor, was dashing and heroic, but beneath the mask, his brows were furrowed with frost and worry—it was none other than Prince Qingzhou, Li Zhaoning!
Her gaze instantly locked onto the very center of the battlefield, where she saw the long spear engulfed in flames, saw Su Mu wielding it, and saw…
Su Zhixiao, who was standing beside him with sword energy surging around her, also saw... the outline of that monster wrapped in bandages that she would never forget!
In an instant, the tragic scenes of the past, when the team was besieged and Su Mu, along with young Su Zhixiao, were chased and lost by cultivators, flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.
It’s vivid in my mind!
Shock, anger, and the suffocating fear of losing these two people again overwhelmed her in an instant. Back then...
Is this scene about to repeat itself?!
However, at this very moment when her mind was in turmoil—
In the center of the battlefield, facing the mysterious cultivator whose strength had surged again and launched a frenzied counterattack, Su Mu showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a fiercer fervor ignited in his eyes.
flame!
"Roar!" He let out a long howl, pouring all his true energy into the Nine Yang Spear without reservation!
The spear, clamped between the monster's flesh and blood, erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light. The spear vibrated, emitting a deafening hum, as if...
A raging, fiery dragon, its head enraged!
"Break it for me!"
With a deafening roar, Su Mu suddenly exerted force with both arms, and the Nine Yang Spear, carrying devastating power, shattered the surrounding...
The twisted flesh that enveloped him, with unstoppable force, once again pierced deep into the heart meridian, and then erupted violently one by one!
boom! ! !
Blazing true energy burst forth from the monster's body.
The mysterious cultivator's body stiffened abruptly, then, before countless horrified gazes, it shattered inch by inch from the inside out, turning into a shower of ashes.
It vanished completely into the world! Only that eerie mask fell to the ground with a "thud," shattering into two pieces.
The battle ended abruptly in the summer.
The entire stadium fell into a deathly silence, which was then followed by bursts of cheers.
"We win! We win!"
"Mr. Su is awesome!"
Li Zhaoning stared blankly at everything, watching the young man standing tall with a gun, his clothes fluttering in the aftershocks of energy, greet the crowd.
The cheers and applause.
At this moment, dawn was breaking, and the rising sun shone on him, as if gilding him with a layer of gold.
The figure slowly overlapped with the tender figure that had stood in front of her sister in her memory, yet it was different, even more... dazzling.
The fear and anger in her heart had not yet completely subsided when they were replaced by a more turbulent and complex emotion—an emotion that was utterly overwhelming.
Shock, and a subtle, indescribable flutter that she herself was unaware of.
Her red lips parted slightly, eventually fading into a barely audible sigh, a mixture of amazement and inexplicable relief:
"He...has really grown up."
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Chapter Fifteen: You Must Exercise Temperance
Above Linhe Town, the Qingzhou military flag fluttered in the wind, and the impeccable military bearing was reassuring.
Soldiers are assisting the disciples of the Genshan Sect in repairing the damaged demon-slaying formation, while the accompanying medical officers are busy treating the wounded in a makeshift medical tent.
The pervasive demonic aura and panic had been completely dispelled like dark clouds by Su Mu's blazing spear.
The two greatest contributors to this battle are currently sitting quietly in a private room on the top floor of Lanyue Pavilion.
Although slightly damaged, the place still maintains its elegant layout, and outside the window, one can see the street scene gradually returning to order. Sitting opposite the two is...
Prince Ning of Qingzhou, Li Zhaoning.
At this moment, Li Zhaoning had changed into a dark-colored casual robe with gold-embroidered python patterns, which further accentuated his tall and imposing figure and dignified bearing. The jade belt around his chest, though obscuring his physique...
The cleverly designed lines, while concealing and highlighting the shoulders, accentuate the straight neck and back, giving the wearer an air of authority.
Before the two men, she removed her mask, revealing a beautiful face. Her skin was as white as fresh snow, her features clear and naturally striking, yet...
A hint of vulnerability was revealed by an overwhelming weariness.
She gazed at the two of them for a long time, her emotions swirling within her, finally settling into a barely audible sigh, her voice much gentler than usual:
"...Mu'er, Xiaoxiao, it's so good to see you both safe and sound."
Only she knew the depth of her anxiety when she received Su Mu's message informing her of the attack on Linhe Town and the appearance of a Golden Core demon cultivator.
Only after witnessing with her own eyes that the two were not only unharmed but also joined forces to kill that strange and powerful enemy did her heart finally settle down.
Her gaze lingered on Su Mu's face, a thousand words stuck in her throat, but there was a more pressing question she had to ask first:
"Mu'er, the spear technique you just used was fierce and intense, your true energy blazing. Could it be the Nine Yang Spear's Nine Yang Wildfire? You... can you truly cultivate it?"
"What?" Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible anticipation and a slight tremor.
Su Mu smiled and nodded: "Yes, Your Highness. The ailment in my meridians has been cured, and I have now entered the Qi Refining stage. As for spear techniques—they were personally taught to me by Your Highness years ago."
After that, Mu'er never slacked off for a single day.
His tone carried a hint of pride, as if he were anticipating his "father's" approval.
"Great! That's wonderful!" Li Zhaoning's eyes lit up with an astonishing light, a joy stemming from his escape from dire straits and his ability to cultivate, and even more so from...
I witnessed firsthand how he mastered the marksmanship he had taught him.
The Nine Yang Spear technique, being extremely yang in nature, consumes a great deal of yang energy, hence it has always been passed down to men, not women.
Although she had mastered the moves and techniques by heart thanks to her Golden Core stage cultivation and extraordinary talent, she was ultimately unable to unleash their full power due to the limitations of her physique.
Seeing Su Mu kill a powerful enemy with this spear technique, it was as if he had seen a pearl being wiped clean and a precious sword being sharpened. He felt gratified and excited beyond words.
She then looked at Su Zhixiao, her eyes full of approval: "Xiaoxiao's 'Ten Forms of Falling Petals' has also reached a state of perfection. Her sword intent is elusive and sharp, yet perfectly fluid and unrestrained."
He was only one step away from condensing the Golden Core.
"Good, very good! Not only have your cultivation improved, but you two have also remained calm in the face of danger, protecting the people of the town. You've done an excellent job." Her praise was evident.
From the bottom of my heart.
After chatting for a while, the three of them got down to business.
Li Zhaoning's expression turned solemn, and he lightly tapped his knuckles on the table: "The demon race actually went so far as to send Golden Core assassins specifically to kill the Genshan Sect's troops who came to set up the formation."
"Disciple," she pondered, "it seems they are truly determined to disrupt this Heavenly Pride Tournament."
Su Mu analyzed, "The secret passage, the assassins, and that unpredictable cultivator—this scheme is intricately linked; their aim is far more than just..."
Disturbing Tianjiao's cause is not that simple. There must be a much larger conspiracy behind it!
Mentioning the mysterious cultivator, Su Mu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone became somber:
"Your Highness, that monster is exactly the same as the mysterious cultivators who slaughtered the village and hunted us back then, in terms of aura, methods, and attire."
The same applies. Moreover, Xiaoxiao encountered similar monsters in the secret realm she ventured into a few days ago.