Chapter 225 Clash of Titans
With a long roar, Xiaoyao Lang unleashed his ultimate techniques in both hands. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color! The earth shook! The protective aura erected by Ling Beixiao was completely suppressed by a clearly visible Yin-Yang array seal!
Zhu Ziyue slightly raised her eyes, and an unprecedented oppressive force seemed to be gradually devouring her soul-capturing aura. "This power!? It can actually suppress my magic!" Her brows furrowed, and she surged with true energy, determined to fight against Xiaoyao Lang's power to the very end.
Although Ling Beixiao felt no discomfort, the power of the Yin-Yang Dao Seal above had completely penetrated his aura barrier, clearly indicating that the Floating Rain had not controlled Xiaoyao Lang. He frowned, pondering: How is this possible? Where did he get his vitality?
He was completely baffled. As dust exploded all around, the strange power made Ling Beixiao's heart pound. He couldn't help but press down with both palms, shouting, "Die!" Countless energy blades slashed towards Xiaoyao Lang.
The clash of ultimate techniques revealed the outcome. Xiaoyao Lang shook both palms simultaneously and stomped his foot, shouting, "Break!" At the same time, he let out a loud shout, "Boom!...Boom!" Two resounding booms echoed through the air, accompanied by a violent earthquake. The shockwaves spread out, dust billowed, and the corpses of the surrounding soldiers were buried!
The immense impact made Zhu Ziyue's throat taste salty, and her petite body trembled violently. Her inner energy surged and was about to dissipate, so she hurriedly circulated her qi on the spot to calm herself down.
Ling Beixiao was not so lucky. The killing intent of his Empty Force Slash was completely unable to block Xiaoyao Lang's Yin-Yang Dao Seal. He was directly shocked and his body exploded, leaving no trace of his body.
"Father!" Ling Qichen cried out, his anger erupting instantly. Unafraid of death, his powerful energy sent Chongsheng flying, severely injuring the other three. He himself was struck in the abdomen by Xiang Kui's iron hammer, and Long Bailian's broadsword slashed a deep, bone-revealing wound into his arm!
Ignoring her own injuries, Ling Qichen rushed to the spot where Ling Beixiao had died, knelt down, and clutched the dust and tattered cloth, weeping and wailing, "Father... Father..."
Seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang felt uneasy. Although he and Ling Qichen had only shared a drink and chatted once, they felt an instant connection and were both passionate individuals. He knew that from this moment on, Ling Qichen would definitely seek revenge on him.
Ling Qichen's eyes reddened. "Xiaoyao Lang, give me back my father's life!" With a shout, she swung her palm at Xiaoyao Lang.
Not wanting to hurt him, Xiaoyao Lang raised his palm to block, only defending and not attacking. For a moment, the two were entangled again.
Upon hearing of her father's death, Ling Xueyan flew into a rage. Ignoring Murong Hanchan's attacks, she resolutely unleashed her Fine Rain Levitation technique. Seeing this, Shangguan Qinghuan gathered all her inner energy to buy Ling Xueyan time, shouting, "Three Pure Ones Whirlpool!"
With a loud shout, three gusts of wind howled past. Murong Hanchan neither dodged nor avoided them, and coldly said, "You also have a share in my father's life. Today, I will send you to hell to atone for your sins!" As she spoke, she forcefully blocked the three blows with her palm.
In an instant, their palms collided with a loud "bang," and a gust of wind swept out. Shangguan Qinghuan let out a muffled groan, blood splattering from the corner of her mouth onto her cheek, and she staggered backward.
Before he could regain his footing, Murong Hanchan unleashed a powerful palm strike, sending him flying several meters away until he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
"Huh?!" Just then, Murong Hanchan's body went out of control and she instantly floated up from the spot, unable to move an inch.
Ling Xueyan transformed into a claw and began to absorb the energy. "Give me your life!" Murong Hanchan's body was suddenly sucked away in mid-air, and Ling Xueyan began to absorb the internal energy from Murong Hanchan's body.
Murong Hanchan lowered her eyes and then raised them again, her icy true energy merging with the extreme heat of the Crimson Dragon Soul. "If you want my power, I'll give it to you!" With a bold statement, Murong Hanchan landed abruptly, her right palm instantly merging with Ling Xueyan's palms.
Ling Xueyan's brows furrowed instantly. "This..." Murong Hanchan's internal energy continued to pour into her body, filling her inner energy and constantly impacting her meridians and internal organs!
Ling Qichen, unable to gain the upper hand against Xiaoyao Lang after a prolonged assault, knew that Xiaoyao Lang was deliberately letting him win. After barely calming herself, she gradually regained her senses. Suddenly seeing Ling Xueyan in imminent danger, she cried out, "Xiaoyao Lang, the hatred for my father's murder is irreconcilable! I will surely avenge him one day!"
Having said that, he turned and ran towards Murong Hanchan, pleading with sobs, "Miss Murong! Please have mercy and spare my little sister's life!"
Seeing that it was Ling Qichen who had pleaded for her, Murong Hanchan's heart softened, and she immediately withdrew her palm. As Ling Xueyan broke free, the tremendous impact caused her to stagger back several steps, and Ling Qichen hurriedly stepped forward to help her. In that instant, Shangguan Qinghuan suddenly sprang to her feet, supporting Ling Xueyan's body with one hand while slamming her palm down on Ling Qichen with the other.
"Watch out!" Murong Hanchan warned, flashing to shield Ling Qichen in her arms. A powerful burst of energy shot straight to her back, sending both of them flying to the ground. Murong Hanchan coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over Ling Qichen's face.
"Ah! Miss Murong!" Ling Qichen exclaimed in alarm, gently helping her up. "How are you?" She saw that Shangguan Qinghuan was already absorbing Ling Xueyan's inner energy, and Ling Xueyan's hair had begun to turn white. "Little sister!" Ling Qichen shouted, throwing Murong Hanchan aside and rushing straight to Shangguan Qinghuan.
Seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang was about to make a move, but found that his feet were firmly locked by Zhu Ziyue's Lily Technique. "This is never going to end! I've got my hands on your life!" He then unleashed his true energy, and the dust beneath his feet churned up. He instantly broke free of his restraints and charged straight at Zhu Ziyue.
Zhu Ziyue continuously activated her Yin-Yang techniques, unleashing countless dust and sand tentacles to block Xiaoyao Lang's attacks. However, Xiaoyao Lang's powerful and domineering palm strikes were all broken one by one. Seeing Xiaoyao Lang getting close, Zhu Ziyue had no choice but to use her Shadow Shift technique to entangle him. For a time, Xiaoyao Lang had no way to break through her defenses and was helpless against her.
Shangguan Qinghuan forcefully absorbed Ling Xueyan's inner energy. Before Ling Qichen could even get close, the yellow dragon soul within her body surged out wildly, catching Ling Qichen off guard. With a muffled groan, Ling Qichen's body flew backward.
Murong Hanchan stood up and caught Ling Qichen, simultaneously releasing her Crimson Dragon Soul to block the Yellow Dragon Soul's attack. However, Shangguan Qinghuan had already gone mad, having completely absorbed Ling Xueyan's power, even drawing away her Green Dragon Soul.
"Hahaha..." Shangguan Qinghuan burst into wild laughter, casually tossing Ling Xueyan's body aside. "Since you all know each other, then let's all go to hell together! This world belongs only to me, Shangguan Qinghuan!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan Qinghuan activated the green dragon soul to assist his attack, and then directly attacked Murong Hanchan. He now not only possessed all of Ling Xueyan's power, but also some power that Murong Hanchan had forcibly instilled in him. Moreover, Murong Hanchan was injured, so he was completely unafraid of Murong Hanchan's palm strike.
The two clashed with their palm strikes, exchanging blows and techniques. In an instant, "Heave-ho!" "Crackling!" "Bang!" The air currents churned, dust and sand exploded, and they fought back and forth, sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground.
"Little sister... Little sister..." Ling Qichen held Ling Xueyan's withered body and wept bitterly. In one day, she lost two of her closest relatives. The immense grief caused him to completely break down. "Ah~" A miserable cry pierced the heart!
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