Blazing heat was like a ring-shaped shockwave. A powerful Spiritual Pressure pushed the two Golden Core Cultivators back, and the temperature inside the Whirlpool surged.
“Ignite the sea! Hide all you want; you have nowhere to escape. I will…”
Xiao Ran gripped the heavy Ancient Sword with both hands and drove it heavily into the reef. Blazing flame spirits shot skyward like a volcanic eruption.
Sparks flew in all directions, splashing toward every side and merging into the storm’s eye, resonating eerily with the Prism Artifact and forming an even more terrifying blazing storm.
“Oh crap!”
Ji Shiyu ducked her head and turned to run.
That dead girl still could not take any teasing, blowing herself up at every turn. Who wants to play with you?
Not just Ji Shiyu: the cultivators from every side within it all changed expression, sensing the heatwave’s encroachment as their Protective Spiritual Energy rapidly drained away.
Everyone stopped fighting. Those below the Golden Core Stage soon could not endure, were forced to flee the Whirlpool, and withdrew from the Competition.
Stay any longer and their butts would be scorched!
The wind fed the fire, flame spirits spiraled, and with the Storm Artifact’s aid, the Yan Shen Vortex grew fiercer and fiercer, truly taking on the force to burn the sea.
Even Jie Lin frowned and slipped into the waves, no longer in the mood to pay attention to Yun Liu.
BOOM!
The next second, a powerful Spiritual Pressure exploded with the Ancient Sword as its center, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose from the deep sea.
The Sea Market guests were dumbstruck. Yingluo Madam’s eyelid twitched. She had only meant to show off some talent before her daughter, but the commotion was far too great.
When the smoke and dust cleared, very few cultivators remained standing on the field, and their conditions were all rather miserable.
Xiao Ran knelt on one knee holding her sword, breathing violently, yet her Qi Sea had surprisingly not been exhausted.
“Phew…”
She already had a measure of her own limits, and this time she had controlled the scale well.
The Young Girl’s flame-colored hair fell loose over her shoulders, several large holes were burned through her outer robe, revealing fair skin on her arms.
That rosy face was extraordinarily bright and beautiful, yet far too delicate for a man. Looking again at the slender neck, there was no Adam’s apple, and many people realized something was wrong.
“A woman? Are you kidding me!”
Yingluo Madam’s expression darkened, and the trace of amazement in her heart vanished completely.
Jie Lin also took notice of the Human Race girl. Among mortals, there was actually such a fire-attribute Spiritual Root, seemingly sharing a similar karma with himself.
“Heaven helps me. Since you’ve entered Mirage City, don’t even think about leaving.”
“Are you all right, Ran?”
Dongfang Shuo had been blasted far away, his hair was even smoking, yet he still called out in concern.
Xiao Ran paid no attention to anyone else. Her burning eyes searched everywhere for that hateful Huangmao. How could a former opponent keep losing?
“Cough, cough!”
Unfortunately, Ji Shiyu also climbed out of a crack in the rocks using the Seven Stars Sword, her injuries not too severe.
She rubbed her thigh. Most of her outer clothing was burned, but luckily the lining was Star Shard Soft Armor. The good news was she could finally catch her breath; the bad news was her undergarment chest wrap had split open, pushing her collar out very high.
“Shiyu! Boobs, boobs!”
The Silly Bird in the Chicken Nest squawked and screeched, trying to remind the Silly Girl to hide quickly, but Ji Shiyu suddenly did not know what to do.
“Lord Ji… such big pectorals.”
Qing Li scratched her head, still not having reacted, while Mu Shaohua was petrified on the spot.
Idiot, those are breasts! How could a man have such a full shape!
“Huh, huh, huh? A woman?”
She had actually been toyed with by a woman for so long, and even privately pledged lifelong commitment? The Dragon Girl’s vision went black, her heart shattered, and she felt like dying.
Bastard, what kind of joke is this!
Now that she thought back, where did that elder brother Ji Shiyu come from? It was simply the younger sister herself disguised as a man. No wonder she always talked about your Wild Dad.
The ones competing for the Dragon Pearl were actually two girls.
An uproar rose from the crowd, and waves of laughter erupted one after another.
Don’t even mention it; each was more handsome than the last, not losing to the Mermaid Princess.
“Hahahahaha!”
Among them, Li Su laughed the loudest, stamping her feet and pounding her chest, even squeezing out tears.
Ji and Xiao were both extraordinarily talented. No matter which one won, either would originally have been Qiongxiao Palace’s preferred choice.
Unexpectedly, the plot took a sharp turn. The Dragon Choosing Son-in-Law had become a huge joke, and the two little girls had likely already entered the Wulang Sea Blacklist.
“Come on, continue!”
Xiao Ran gritted her teeth, pointed her sword at Ji Shiyu, and was about to fight a second round.
“Ridiculous!”
Yingluo Madam’s expression was ugly; she could no longer hold back. Her water sleeves rolled up the two and threw them off the field, stopping this farce.
“Get down here!”
After all that fuss, it was two little female brats?
What grudge, what grievance, to come crash the venue on such an important day!
Immediately after, the two girls fell dizzily into the Sea Market, their mouths stuffed with foam, while the remaining few each had their own thoughts.
Flame God cleared the field. Xiao Ran and Ji Shiyu were forced out, and the situation instantly became clear.
With Miss Xiao gone, Dongfang Shuo, who had originally been highly competitive, also left dejectedly and distressed. He was another Dacongming who dropped a rock on his own foot.
Jie Lin rode the wind and broke through the waves, holding a water spear as he advanced over the sea, his expression half-smiling, half-not.
Can Ye Shusheng glanced back, spat out a mouthful of black smoke, and retreated with a smile, standing side by side with the Five Little Dragon Kings.
Evil Spirit Port actually stood on the Yao Race’s side?
The two sides probably had long been colluding. Every faction immediately sensed trouble, and Yingluo Madam’s expression became even uglier.
“This is bad, this is bad. I’m going to get scolded by Mister again. I knew you two couldn’t be allowed to meet.”
Ao Tian wore a bitter expression; such a good situation, handed over for free, had been ruined just like that.
Wu Lei and Fang Ya’s expressions changed drastically. They no longer had the mood to guard against each other and had to stand on the same front.
The Tianyin Fang disciples had been eliminated early, and the Cold Chant Sect’s Young Master was also listless. The remaining people knew they were no match for Can Ye Shusheng, let alone there being a Demon Dragon as well.
Wu Lei glanced at the Blue Tear at the storm’s apex, then cast his gaze toward the Penghu Island Alchemists, seeking help.
Who would have thought Luo Xiu would ponder for a moment, then helplessly cup his hands in apology to Qing Li, carry his precious cauldron, and decisively leap down the reef’s stone steps.
“Sorry, this deal isn’t worth it. I’m out.”
He had only agreed to help Little Fish, at most to hold back one person. Now that Ji Shiyu had left, why join in the fun?
With Luo Xiu’s withdrawal, the Human Race’s chances of victory were even lower, leaving only three people.
The most cowardly Fang Ya looked terrified. After hesitating for only an instant, he quickly fled, making a wise decision, which made the Fang Family Ancestor shake his head again and again.
To make a living on the sea, making an enemy of the Huanchao Clan would surely bring more danger than fortune. Never mind whether they could repel the Little Dragon King and the scholar Demonic Cultivator; for those who often made their living at sea, making an enemy of the Huanchao Clan would surely bring more danger than fortune.
In the blink of an eye, the excellent situation fell apart. Mu Shaohua looked as if her soul had been lost, and Yingluo Madam’s expression shifted between clear and cloudy.
These useless trash. Before coming, every one of them swore confidently, but when the real fight began, not a single one was of any use!
Wu Lei gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and forced himself to say toward the distance:
“Brother Yun, leave the Demonic Sect Fiends to me!”
The implication was that Mister would still have to hold off the Huanchao Dragon (Jiao).
The only one left to rely on was that White-robed Youth who had directly clashed with the Little Dragon King.
If even he retreated, then there would truly be no hope of seizing the Dragon Pearl.
“Wu San Fortress Master, you have quite the tone. A Nascent Soul Stage that deceives the world and steals fame might fool others, but don’t fool yourself too.”
Can Ye Shusheng spread his palm, and the demonic pattern in his hand was exactly the Fool Rune.
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