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Jiang Chan did not bewitch or seduce; she simply did one thing:
The deep-seated roar, sealed away by Ling Xiao himself, filled with twisted jealousy and insane resentment—"Why?! The Spirit Lotus should have been mine! Give it to me! Give it to me!!!"
At a volume a hundredfold, a thousandfold, in the sharpest, most piercing, and most undeniable way, it was playing frantically on a loop within the core of his own consciousness! Vibration! Roar!
It's like pouring a ladle of ice water over a pot of boiling oil!
"Ugh—!!!"
A superhuman, extremely hoarse roar suddenly erupted from Ling Xiao's throat!
That voice completely shattered his usual gentle and clear image, filled with rage, resentment, and a kind of despair of being utterly exposed!
The calm on his face shattered completely, all his gentle and refined temperament vanished, his features were distorted by extreme jealousy and anger, and his usually clear and peaceful eyes were now bloodshot, burning with raging flames, staring intently at Xuanjing Zhenren, whose aura was rapidly recovering in the clear light, as if looking at a thief who had taken everything from him!
"The Spirit Lotus is mine!!!"
This roar, carrying boundless resentment and out-of-control spiritual power, was like the mournful cry of a wounded beast, or a hysterical declaration, shattering all the noise and anticipation on Sword Debate Peak!
Dead silence!
Absolute silence!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Below the stage, on thousands of faces, all the fervor, worship, anticipation, and excitement... froze instantly, turning into an incomprehensible, enormous, blank bewilderment and shock.
Countless eyes stared wide-eyed, mouths agape involuntarily, like fish out of water.
The senior brother they admired, who was as perfect as a god and forever upright and virtuous... what was he shouting?
The Lotus of Spiritual Essence? What is it about him?
He...'s gone mad?!
The clear light surrounding Master Xuanjing fluctuated slightly.
The composure and control on his face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme astonishment and disbelief.
He even forgot to maintain the incantation, and the light of the Seven Aperture Exquisite Pagoda dimmed a bit.
On the high platform, the Qingxu Master, who had been sitting upright with his eyes closed, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, suddenly opened his eyes!
For the first time, his eyes, which seemed to see through the ways of the world, revealed undisguised shock and anger. He suddenly stood up, his wide Taoist robe fluttering without wind, and an immense pressure swept across the entire area!
He stared intently at the crazed figure on the dueling platform, and roared, "Ling Xiao! How dare you! What nonsense are you spouting?! Wake up at once!"
However, it was all too late!
The Dao heart is lost, and spiritual power is out of control!
As Ling Xiao let out that roar, the spiritual power that had been accumulating within him, ready to unleash its strongest attack to break through Qing Hui, surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, freed from the restraint of his mind, and roared wildly through his fragile meridians!
The sword energy lost its target and ran rampant, cutting and slashing within his body!
puff--!!!
A large mouthful of scalding hot blood mist, mixed with fragments of internal organs, gushed out from Ling Xiao's mouth!
The bright red blood droplets were particularly dazzling under the sunlight and moonlight, and the spiritual energy emanating from his body flickered wildly like chaotic lightning!
"Ugh—!" Another muffled groan of pain escaped her lips.
His upright posture could no longer be maintained. Like a broken rag doll with its bones removed, his whole body convulsed and twitched violently. His legs went weak, and under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, and amidst the angry rebuke of his master, Master Qingxu, he lost all balance on the high and mighty sword-fighting platform!
Bang!
Thump—!
A heavy thud was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones striking the stone platform.
The once aloof and immaculate figure in white, now covered in splattered blood and disheveled black hair, crashed heavily onto the edge of the hard, cold dueling platform, utterly disheveled and undignified!
The scalding blood quickly spread into a small, glaring crimson patch beneath him.
Dust stained his snow-white Taoist robe, and bloodstains stained his handsome face.
He lay there like a dying wild dog, his body convulsing from the excruciating pain and the agony of the backlash from his spiritual energy, emitting wheezing, unintelligible sounds of pain from his throat.
Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at the sky, their gaze unfocused, filled with confusion, shame, disbelief, and a deep-seated fear.
At this moment, faith completely collapsed.
The wind blew across the Sword Debate Peak, bringing with it a whisper of deathly silence.
"Big...Senior Brother..."
"What...what did he just shout?"
"The Spirit-Nourishing Lotus? He said the Spirit-Nourishing Lotus is his?"
"Backlash against his Dao heart... He... He's fallen into demonic possession?!"
"How could this happen... Senior Brother..."
Whispers spread like a plague, from initial shock and bewilderment to later fear, doubt, and whispers...
Those who once looked up to him were now filled with complex and indescribable emotions: disappointment, pity, contempt, and even a hint of secret pleasure.
The once upright and virtuous senior brother has become a madman whose Daoist heart has collapsed and who has made a fool of himself in public.
Jiang Chan, who was attached to the jade pendant, clearly "sense" it.
That "Daoist thought," which had once been as cold, resilient, and relentless as a millstone, crushing her and nearly obliterating her, shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer the moment Ling Xiao fell to the ground and roared. It vanished!
Instead, chaos swept through his entire sea of consciousness like a storm!
Shame burned him like lava, and fear coiled around his soul like a cold, venomous snake!
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