Chapter 598 The Competition Ends

Om-!
A blinding green light suddenly tore through the void, like the scorching sun exploding in the sky. Everyone present felt their pupils burning painfully and subconsciously raised their hands to block it.

When they squinted their sore eyes and looked, they saw that the dragon patterns on Xiao Ling's body were moving like living things, and he soared into the air with an earth-shattering pressure.

The tip of his fist drew a green light in the air. There was no fancy start at all, but it made the air explode with an unbearable sound, and gravel and dust turned into flying sand under the wind from his fist.

Almost at the same moment, the hundred-foot-tall fighting giant also swung out a dark purple giant fist. Wherever the fist passed, the space collapsed like a mirror.

The two earth-shattering forces collided without any warning, and the entire world seemed to freeze at this moment. The green light and the purple light entangled violently, and a deafening roar broke out. The aftermath of the energy swept around like a tsunami.

With the collision point as the center, the ground cracked like a spider web, with cracks hundreds of feet long. Even the defensive formation in the distance was rippling. Seeing this, the faces of the Hua Sect elders suddenly changed, and they had to use all their strength to mobilize their fighting spirit to reinforce the barrier around the square.

The roar of the energy collision made everyone's eardrums hurt. Even though the golden protective barrier set up by the Hua Sect elders shone brightly, there were still traces of aftermath like sharp steel needles that penetrated the gaps in the barrier.

Those energy flows with faint blue and red-gold light spread wildly around the square like wild beasts on the loose.

The faces of the onlookers turned pale instantly, and screams echoed throughout the venue.

Those who were slightly stronger quickly circulated their Dou Qi and condensed a faint light shield around them. However, the seemingly solid Dou Qi barrier began to twist and deform like thin paper under the impact of the aftermath.

The weaker ones had no time to react and were blown away by the powerful aftermath, tumbling in the air and falling heavily to the ground. Tables and chairs were overturned and the sound of cups and plates breaking could be heard one after another.

Fortunately, this was only the aftermath of energy. Although it caused chaos in the viewing area, with the guests' hair in disarray and their brocade robes stained with dust, it did not cause any casualties.

The frightened crowd had no time to tidy up their dishevelled clothes and staggered to their feet. Thousands of gazes were like burning arrows, all directed towards the vortex of green and purple light in the middle of the field.

At this moment, the fist of the hundred-foot-tall fighting giant was wrapped in dark purple lightning and slashed down madly. Every blow made the space emit a sharp whine.

But under the cover of the dazzling green light, Xiao Ling's figure was like an ancient giant peak rooted in the sky. No matter how the lightning bit like a mad dragon and the air waves hit like a tsunami, the dragon pattern wrapped around his body became more and more dazzling.

The purple lightning struck the green light, creating sparks all over the sky, but it was unable to shake the upright figure at all. This feat of using one's physical body to withstand the secret technique of the Six-Star Dou Zun made everyone's pupils shrink suddenly and they gasped one after another.

As everyone stared with bated breath, a thunderous roar suddenly tore through the battlefield: "Break!"

The roar was not deafening, but it seemed to carry an unquestionable majesty that made everyone present's heart tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon roar that resounded through the sky exploded, and wherever the sound wave passed, even the air was rippling with visible ripples.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the green dragon light pattern wrapped around Xiao Ling's body was like being pulled by an invisible giant hand, converging madly at a dizzying speed.

The green light turned into a dazzling spiral beam of light, like a giant axe that could split the sky, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and slammed down towards the hundred-foot-tall giant.

At the moment when the dark purple giant's fist collided with the green spiral, the space made a crisp "crack" sound as if it could not bear the heavy weight, as if the whole world was about to be torn apart by this force.

"Ugh——!"

A shrill scream tore through the sky, like the howl of a dying beast. The body of the hundred-foot-tall Dou Qi giant trembled violently under the bombardment of the spiral green light, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the dark purple energy body.

Its giant mountain-like feet plowed gullies several feet deep in the ground. The originally majestic rune face was distorted and deformed, and the fighting spirit surging around its body was like boiling magma, making a "hissing" sound.

The green light was like an indestructible divine blade, cutting into the giant's body with overwhelming force.

With an earth-shaking roar, the dark purple energy dissipated like a tide, and the torn body of the giant exploded, turning into dark purple energy fragments all over the sky, rushing towards the sky with a whistling air wave.

The remaining energy flow fell to the ground, blasting deep pits with green smoke in the square. Gravel and dust flew all over the sky, shrouding the battlefield in chaos.

The body of the hundred-foot giant broke into pieces, and dark purple energy fragments poured down like a rainstorm.

Just as everyone was stunned, a disheveled figure, wrapped in broken fighting spirit, flew out from the core of the explosion like an arrow with a broken string.

The Demon Flower Evil King had disheveled hair, and his originally gorgeous black robe was now full of holes. The dark purple fabric was torn into strips by the aftermath of the energy, fluttering in the wind.

A large amount of glaring blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping along his jawline onto his chest, staining his clothes a hideous dark red.

The eyes that were sinister and fierce just now were now bloodshot, revealing deep fear and unwillingness.

As he flew backwards, the trajectory of his sliding left a deep gully dozens of feet long on the bluestone square, and the huge impact force caused the ground to shake violently.

Finally, the Demon Flower Evil King fell heavily on the edge of the square, leaving a long bloody trail on the bluestone slab. Amidst the flying gravel, he struggled to prop himself up, but spurted out another mouthful of blood. His limbs twitched uncontrollably, and he collapsed in the dust in a mess.

His fingertips dug deeply into the ground, blood seeping out from between his fingers, but he still stared at the tall figure in the field, growling unwillingly in his throat: "Impossible...Impossible!"

The Demon Flower Evil King collapsed in a pile of rubble, with a fishy and sweet taste surging in his throat.

His internal organs seemed to be beaten repeatedly by an invisible giant hammer. Every breath was accompanied by tearing pain. The scars in his meridians spread like spider webs. He clearly felt that if he had not forcibly circulated his fighting spirit to protect his heart meridians, he would have died on the spot.

The body of the Demon Flower Evil King convulsed in severe pain, and the tearing sensation of his meridians being broken felt like countless steel needles traveling throughout his body.

He knew better than anyone that the injuries of displaced internal organs and shaken dantian had already damaged the root. The dark purple energy backlashed through the meridians, like a sealed beast gnawing madly. Even if he forced his fighting spirit to circulate, it could only cause excruciating pain.

In the next few months or even years, if he cannot find a top-level healing elixir of the eighth grade, seven-color level or above, he will not be able to recover the strength of a six-star Dou Zun, and he may even find it difficult to mobilize the strength of an ordinary Dou Zong. Every time he uses his strength, it will tear the wound and make the injury worse.

"Damn it..." He struggled to prop up his upper body, dark red blood foam dripping from the corners of his mouth, staining the bluestone slabs beneath him into horrible spots.

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Ling, who was standing with his hands behind his back in the distance. In his bloodshot eyes, regret and unwillingness intertwined into a raging storm.

He originally thought that with his cultivation level of six-star Dou Zun and the identity of Hua Jin's fiancé, it would be easy for him to seize the position of Hua Sect's leader for her. This trip would not only consolidate the alliance between Tianming Sect and Hua Sect, but also establish unprecedented merit within the sect.

Who could have expected that, while the plan was going well, Xiao Ling, who was rarely seen, suddenly showed up! I thought this famous alchemy master was just a name in name only. How could a cultivator who focused on the way of alchemy have such strong fighting power?
But now, the opponent didn't even use his Dou Qi, and completely crushed his proud "Qi Hua Tian Di" with only his physical strength. The dignified six-star Dou Zun ended up in such an embarrassing situation. Not only did his plan fail, but he also became a joke in the eyes of everyone, and became a stepping stone for Xiao Ling to become famous in Zhongzhou.

Hua Jin slumped on the scorched earth, her fingertips dug into the blood-stained hem of her skirt. The blood seeping from between her nails formed hideous red plum blossoms on the scarlet satin.

The severe pain from being burned by the strange fire was still surging in his meridians, and every breath was like swallowing hot charcoal into his lungs.

When she barely raised her head and saw the figure of Demon Flower Evil King collapsed like a dead dog not far away, a broken laugh escaped from her throat.

The laughter was hoarse and sour, mixed with the coughed-up blood foam that scattered on the charred ground.

She had been planning carefully for several months, taking advantage of the ambition of the Demon Flower Evil Lord and borrowing the power of the Tianming Sect. She thought she had a sure win, but now she has lost everything.

Looking at the appearance of the Demon Flower Evil King with blood oozing from all his seven orifices and his fighting spirit dissipating, she suddenly remembered the careless contempt in Xiao Ling's eyes when she had used some means to delay him before. It turned out that in front of a true strong man, all her calculations were like child's tricks.

When she shifted her gaze away from the direction of the Demon Flower Evil Lord and turned to the opposite side of the square, she saw Xiao Ling standing in the air with his hands behind his back, cyan-gold flames looming around him, there was no trace of fatigue on his handsome face, and every move he made was calm.

A few dozen feet behind him, Han Yue was dressed in spotless white. The indifference and elegance between her eyebrows stung Hua Jin's eyes.

The woman was not even stained by the slightest bit of gunpowder, and not even a strand of her hair was disheveled. The sight of her being protected by a strong man like this made Hua Jin feel sad.

"Why..." She muttered to herself, digging her nails deep into her palms, "Why can she get Xiao Ling's help, and I..."

Before he could finish his words, he coughed violently again. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, forming shocking bloodstains on his clothes.

She looked at the tall figure, her eyes filled with jealousy, unwillingness and despair. Her former ambition and pride now turned into a messy bubble.

The fishy and sweet taste in her throat mixed with unwilling whimpers. Hua Jin swallowed the boiling blood fiercely. Her Adam's apple rolled violently and the broken whimpers were stuck in her chest, shaking her internal organs.

She forced herself to hold up her upper body, and her bloody fingertips dug deeply into the scorched earth, leaving two winding blood trails on the ground.

When she looked up and met Xiao Ling's calm blue eyes, the surging emotions in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only bone-chilling emptiness and fatigue.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile that was uglier than crying; his blood-foamed hair stuck to his pale cheeks, trembling slightly with the air waves.

She opened her mouth, a broken breath came out of her throat, and after three attempts she finally uttered three words: "I... give up."

Before she finished her words, the last bit of strength supporting her collapsed.

Hua Jin collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, with her scarlet skirt spread out on the charred ground like a withered flower.

She looked at the gradually blurred light and shadow in the void, her consciousness rising and falling in the severe pain. Only the regret and unwillingness in her heart turned into a tear that slid down the corner of her eye and dissipated in the smoke of this tragic defeat.

The cyan-gold flames surging around Xiao Ling gradually dimmed. His azure eyes, which were filled with pressure, did not cause the slightest ripple when he saw Hua Jin's miserable appearance lying on the ground.

With a thought, the majestic momentum rolled back like a tide. Xiao Ling stood with his hands behind his back, all the pressure around him was restrained. His sleeves swayed gently in the wind, and he no longer had any of the fierceness he had in the battle just now.

He tapped the air with his toes, and his body slowly fell towards Han Yue like a flowing cloud. Wherever he passed, the broken space healed quietly, leaving only a faint halo that dissipated into the air.

When landing, Xiao Ling was graceful and calm, as if the devastating battle just now was just an illusion.

He met Han Yue's beautiful eyes, and there was still a lingering sense of surprise in those clear eyes.

Xiao Ling raised a gentle smile at the corner of his lips, chuckled, and reached out to tuck her hair that was messed up by the wind behind her ears: "Yue'er, how is it, my performance is not bad, right?"

"More than just okay, it's beyond my imagination." Han Yue's eyebrows curved, and she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on the back of Xiao Ling's hand. She shook her head helplessly and chuckled, and the silver ornaments on her temples swayed with her movements. "Although I believe you can win, who could have expected it to be so overwhelming?"

She looked up at the pair of azure eyes, which were filled with emotion. "I haven't seen you for these years. You have become much stronger..."

As she finished speaking, she gradually stopped smiling, lowered her eyes and gently stroked the newly acquired Flower Lady inheritance jade pendant on her waist. The faint light flowing from the jade pendant made her eyelashes tremble slightly: "I thought that after inheriting Flower Lady's inheritance, I could finally walk side by side with you. Now it seems that I still have a long way to go..."

On the high platform, the Hua Sect's great elder looked at Hua Jin, who was lying on the ground, dying. His old brows furrowed slightly and he sighed heavily.

Then, she turned her gaze to the two people who were chatting happily in the field, and her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

Han Yue looked up and said something to Xiao Ling. The new white magnolia in her hair reflected a warm glow in the sunlight. The look of Xiao Ling with lowered eyes and a faint smile made this old man, who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, vaguely recall the perfect couple he had met when he was young.

"Silence!" The great elder suddenly raised his voice, his sleeves fluttering, and his strong fighting spirit made the discussions around him stop abruptly.

She leaned forward, holding onto the carved railing, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind. "In this battle, Lord Xiao Ling's skills were stunning, and he shocked the crowd with his absolute strength. Since Han Yue is his Taoist partner, according to the old rules of the Hua Sect—"

The old voice suddenly became clear at this moment, "From today on, Han Yue will succeed the position of Hua Zong's leader!"

Before he finished speaking, there was first a dead silence in the square, and then thunderous applause broke out.

The wind blew the remaining smoke across the square, but it could not cover up the waves of cheers.

Han Yue and Xiao Ling stood in the middle of the field with their fingers interlocked. The moment they looked at each other, there were gentle ripples in their eyes.

Han Yue looked up at Xiao Ling's profile, which was gilded by the sunlight. The sharpness between the man's eyebrows had long since disappeared, leaving only a tender smile.

She suddenly felt her nose sore and her throat tight, but she couldn't help laughing. She let the warm emotions flow through her heart and said,

"Xiao Ling, it's great to have you..." (End of this chapter)