Chapter 821: You Lost

Watching that golden stream of light, carrying an unparalleled momentum, it was about to completely engulf the flying-backwards Ye Wudao.

Many people's hearts were in their throats.

But at this very moment.

The figure in mid-air, who should have been flying backwards in a sorry state, suddenly paused.

Immediately after, Ye Wudao's form suddenly turned around.

On his legs, two red phantoms had appeared, one on the left and one on the right, without anyone knowing when.

With their help, Ye Wudao's speed increased sharply; he adjusted his posture in an instant within a tiny space and shifted several feet sideways!

The next instant.

Boom!

Long Aotian's sure-fire final strike, carrying destructive power, slammed heavily into the spot where Ye Wudao had just been.

Rumble!

The violent energy exploded, tearing another huge gap in the arena floor, sending rubble flying and filling the air with dust.

But this strike, in the end, missed.

Because Ye Wudao was not at that spot at all!

"What?"

Long Aotian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the arrogant smile on his face froze instantly.

The crowd watching in the plaza erupted into exclamations of disbelief.

"He… he dodged it?"

"How is that possible! Wasn't he already unable to resist just now? How did he dodge it?"

"What kind of movement technique is that? It's too bizarre!"

The crowd, just like Long Aotian, immediately began searching the arena for Ye Wudao's figure.

Only then did they realize that Ye Wudao had already circled behind Long Aotian!

His breathing was steady, and he didn't look injured at all.

Apart from his hair being a bit disheveled, he looked nothing like someone who was losing.

He shook his slightly numb wrist, looked up at the stunned Long Aotian, and revealed a smile, saying:

"Fellow Daoist Long, you've had the first Move for so long."

"Now, it's my turn!"

The moment his voice fell, Ye Wudao's figure disappeared from the spot again.

Alarm bells rang instantly in Long Aotian's heart!

He had no time to think and, relying almost entirely on his superior combat instinct, immediately swept out the Halberd of Heavenly Painting in his hand!

Boom!

The golden blade of the halberd cut through the air, forming a crescent-shaped barrier to protect him.

But, he had still underestimated Ye Wudao's speed!

In an instant, Ye Wudao's figure appeared by his side like a ghost, without any warning!

That speed was even faster than before!

"Not good!"

Long Aotian immediately realized something was wrong and shouted, preparing to defend.

But before he could Move.

A terrifying force slammed directly into his waist!

Ye Wudao's right fist was clenched tightly, red light swirling around his knuckles, as if the phantom of an ancient Qilin was roaring, and he smashed down with a punch!

Bang!

A dull, drum-like boom exploded on the arena!

Long Aotian's burly, robust body, as if struck by a massive mountain, flew sideways uncontrollably!

The golden dragon scales on his body flashed wildly, emitting creaking sounds of being overwhelmed.

It wasn't until he was about to land that Long Aotian finally dissipated most of the force, forcibly twisting his body and slamming his feet onto the ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

But the moment he landed, the residual force he was bearing hadn't dissipated, still forcing him to retreat several steps.

With every step back, his feet left a deep footprint on the hard surface of the arena.

After retreating five or six steps, Long Aotian finally managed to steady himself!

He looked at his waist in shock, seeing it was already a bloody mess; the dragon scales that had manifested after invoking the Azure Dragon Sacred Physique had been shattered!

The entire venue instantly fell into dead silence.

The crowd, who had just been cheering for Long Aotian and preparing to celebrate him, were now like ducks with their necks choked, unable to say a single word.

How is that possible?

How did the transition between offense and defense on this arena happen so quickly?

How could Ye Wudao, who was at a disadvantage just now and looked like he was about to lose, turn the situation around in an instant?!

"This… how is this possible…"

The smile on Queen Ji Yu's face completely froze; she muttered to herself, her face full of disbelief.

Elder Yin Changhong laughed heartily, clapping his hands in delight:

"Good lad!"

Cheng Yuan and Li Mingxin also smiled.

On the arena.

Long Aotian glanced at the shattered dragon scales on his waist, then quickly looked up at Ye Wudao.

Not only was there no anger on his face, but an even more intense Battle Intent erupted!

"Hahahaha! Good!"

"Good movement technique! Good fist technique!"

He looked at Ye Wudao with great interest and laughed loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I take back what I said earlier."

"You are indeed qualified to be my opponent, and an opponent who makes me feel a huge threat!"

"Since that's the case, then let us—"

"Come again!"

Accompanied by this roar, the golden dragon scales on Long Aotian's body shone brightly once again!

Rumble!

Immediately after, lightning suddenly swirled around the Halberd of Heavenly Painting in his hand.

A more domineering and violent aura rose from within his body.

This time, not only would he use the power of the Azure Dragon Sacred Physique, but he would also unleash all his means, invoking the power of the Law and the Domain he had comprehended!

Amidst peals of thunder, Long Aotian gripped the Halberd of Heavenly Painting with both hands, the tip pointing directly at Ye Wudao!

Lightning crackled around him, and the golden Azure Dragon phantom circled and roared behind him, reflecting the violent power of the thunder.

At this moment, he was like a Dragon God descending from the sky, wrapped in endless thunder, full of majesty and confidence!

"Fellow Daoist Ye, be careful!"

Long Aotian shouted, his body moving with the halberd; he transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, instantly tearing through the sky and shooting toward Ye Wudao again.

This halberd strike fused the domineering power of his Azure Dragon Sacred Physique with the destructive aura of the Thunder Law.

As he moved, his powerful and mighty Thunder Domain also unfolded instantly, bestowing its blessing upon him.

The power of this strike was clearly more terrifying than any previous one.

Almost as soon as Long Aotian rushed out, the space within the Formation on Arena No. 1 seemed to tremble under this power, emitting groans of being unable to bear the load.

Seeing this, Ye Wudao's expression finally turned serious.

He was also a young Prodigy capable of fighting above his rank.

Facing this strike capable of destroying the world, he perceived it very clearly.

This was definitely Long Aotian's strongest strike!

"Fellow Daoist Long, you are strong!"

"But, it is not enough!"

Ye Wudao shouted in a low voice, and suddenly, a flash of fire appeared in his eyes.

The next instant.

Boom!

An ancient and powerful aura erupted from within his body!

At the same time, scales of the Qilin, shimmering with brilliant red radiance, emerged from beneath his skin.

In an instant, those scales quickly covered Ye Wudao's entire body, arming him into a majestic Qilin God of War.

A thick, solid, and impervious aura also quickly spread from Ye Wudao, actually forcefully resisting the terrifying pressure of Long Aotian's all-out strike!

"This… this is…"

"It's actually a Heaven-grade Precious Technique?!"

"Heavens! Not only does Ye Wudao have exotic fire, but he actually controls a Heaven-grade Precious Technique?!"

Above the plaza, exclamations erupted one after another; everyone was completely shocked by the scene before them!

A Heaven-grade Precious Technique, how precious an existence is that?

Let alone a Level 1 Divine Kingdom, even in a Level 2 Divine Kingdom, few people could ever come into contact with it!

The Precious Technique Long Aotian comprehended was also of high grade, but that was something he comprehended from his own special Physique, belonging to something comprehended from the Law.

Ordinary people simply couldn't do it.

For other young Geniuses, being able to control one Mortal-grade Precious Technique was already considered good.

As for a Profound-grade Precious Technique, that would be enough to cause a bloody storm in any Level 2 Divine Kingdom.

But now, Ye Wudao, this young man from the Dongyi Divine Kingdom, actually controlled a Heaven-grade Precious Technique!

This is too Heaven-Defying, right?!

This simply subverts everyone's cognition!

In the area where the people from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom were, Queen Ji Yu's expression had turned extremely ugly.

She stared fixedly at the Qilin Armor on Ye Wudao, her eyes full of spite.

"Qilin Precious Technique… how could he still possess the Qilin Precious Technique?!"

As a Cultivator of the Saint Spirit Realm, Queen Ji Yu soon judged through the aura of the Precious Technique that it must have come from the Divine Beast Qilin.

So she was even angrier, cursing in a low voice:

"The heavens are unfair!"

After all, she had long learned from her daughter Princess Ji Ruxue that Ye Wudao had obtained the Vermilion Bird Precious Technique in the Starry Sky Battlefield.

Now, Ye Wudao had actually unleashed the Qilin Precious Technique again.

Is there any justice left?

Queen Ji Yu was grinding her teeth so hard they were almost breaking!

Beside her, the weak Princess Ji Ruxue also showed a trace of surprise in her eyes.

She really hadn't expected that Ye Wudao actually controlled more than one Heaven-grade Precious Technique!

After all, back in the Starry Sky Battlefield, Ye Wudao hadn't shown it.

But after a brief moment of surprise, Princess Ji Ruxue's eyes became faintly excited.

Good, wouldn't that be even better?!

The more treasures Ye Wudao had on him, the higher the chance she would have to incite these people from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom to take action!

The more Princess Ji Ruxue thought about it, the more she felt this plan was feasible, and her eyes couldn't help but sparkle.

The crowd was shocked, but only for a moment.

At this moment, Long Aotian on the arena also stopped his forward momentum, looking stunned.

He was closest to Ye Wudao and felt the aura of the Qilin Armor the most deeply.

This caused a look of astonishment to appear on his face.

Following that, there was also a strong sense of crisis.

He might not be Ye Wudao's opponent!

But now, the arrow was on the string, and it had to be fired!

Even if there was a possibility of failure, so what?

He, Long Aotian, had never been one to shy away from battle!

"Fight!"

Long Aotian roared, no longer hesitating, and pushed his hands forward violently.

Roar!

A heaven-shaking dragon roar seemed to resound from the golden Halberd of Heavenly Painting.

In an instant, countless dragon shadows, large and small, suddenly drilled out from the dragon patterns engraved on the Halberd of Heavenly Painting, clinging around it.

They directly transformed into a golden torrent, rushing toward Ye Wudao together with the Halberd of Heavenly Painting!

Ten thousand dragons charging, their momentum could swallow the sky!

Ye Wudao did not dodge.

It must be said that even Ye Wudao greatly admired Long Aotian's strength.

But what was even more valuable was that he acted openly and directly, and his various Moves, like the man himself, were expansive and filled with a righteous aura.

Since that was the case, Ye Wudao naturally had to give his opponent the same respect!

Therefore, not only did he not retreat, but he stomped violently on the ground!

In an instant, Ye Wudao, clad in Qilin Armor and stepping with Qilin Step, transformed into a crimson stream of light, fiercely meeting that golden torrent!

He did not summon the zhenming sword again, but instead poured all his spiritual power into his right fist.

Qilin Fist, instantly unleashed, he threw a punch!

Boom!

An earth-shattering explosion instantly burst forth!

Ye Wudao's figure instantly collided violently with that golden torrent of dragon shadows.

The deafening explosion, a sound so loud it could tear eardrums, swept across the entire White Jade Plaza!

Whether it was Venerable Tianji standing high in the sky with an indifferent expression, the Saint Spirit Realm experts from various forces, or those young Cultivators who had already stopped their challenges.

Everyone watched Arena No. 1 in horror, watching this earth-shattering strike!

Just under the gaze of everyone who was watching intently.

Ye Wudao, whose figure seemed somewhat small compared to the golden torrent, was like an invincible sharp blade, instantly breaking through the first golden dragon shadow and continuing to charge forward!

He moved forward all the way, his punches like dragons, unstoppable!

The thousands of dragon shadows were unable to stop him in the slightest!

"How is it possible!"

Long Aotian's eyes were splitting with rage; his proudest, strongest strike had actually been broken head-on by Ye Wudao in such a barbaric way?!

He immediately wanted to remedy the situation.

But Ye Wudao's speed was too fast!

Almost the moment Long Aotian realized the first dragon shadow had shattered, Ye Wudao had already pierced through all the golden dragon shadows and knocked away the Halberd of Heavenly Painting.

And in an instant, he appeared in front of Long Aotian!

His fist, covered in red scales and looking extremely miraculous, rapidly enlarged in Long Aotian's pupils!

This speed was simply too fast; Long Aotian had no time to dodge.

The next instant.

Bang!

This punch slammed solidly onto Long Aotian's chest right on the spot!

Crack!

The dragon scales on Long Aotian's chest shattered in response.

His Azure Dragon Sacred Physique could no longer be maintained and immediately dissipated.

And his burly body, as if struck by lightning, flew backwards like a kite with a broken string!

Thud!

A moment later, Long Aotian fell heavily to the edge of the arena, opening his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The entire venue instantly became deathly silent!

The outcome was decided!

It was just that this result exceeded the expectations of 99% of the Cultivators present.

They were simply too surprised, not knowing what to say!

Only Elder Yin Changhong, Yue Liuli, and others had excited smiles on their faces, not too surprised.

On the arena, Ye Wudao slowly retracted his fist, and the Qilin Armor on his body also faded away.

"Huu."

He let out a breath, feeling that he had consumed too much spiritual power.

Long Aotian was indeed a formidable opponent!

Thinking of this, Ye Wudao immediately lifted his foot and stepped forward, walking to Long Aotian, and said calmly:

"You lost."