mtl008 Chapter 1949
Chapter 1949
Chen Xuan continued, "And those two quasi-saints, one practices the 'Extreme Cold Ice Path,' and he has his eye on Liuli. This path is exactly what counters Liuli's Liuli Sacred Body—although the Liuli Sacred Body is indestructible, it is most afraid of cold air invading the body and restricting speed; the other is skilled in the 'Force Relief Lock,' which is specifically designed to counter Xuanhao's heavy hammer... The Nine Nether Holy Land was well prepared and specially sent a team to counter us."
After saying that, Qiu Zixian turned her head to look at the deck of the Nine Nether Warship, and her eyes met those of Xia Jiuyou, who was wearing a white fairy feather robe.
Xia Jiuyou stood at the bow of the boat, playing with a folding fan in his right hand, a mocking smile on his lips; Qiu Zixian was not to be outdone, her eyelids slightly raised, the coldness in her eyes like an ice blade. The two looked at each other, without saying a word, but a silent confrontation filled the air.
The situation on the dueling platform was sliding in the direction Chen Xuan had predicted. The black mist in the Dragon Trapping Formation was getting thicker and thicker. The divine weapon that Bai Qianhuan swung landed in the black mist, and its power was reduced by 30%. He originally wanted to go around to the girl in the black dress to break the formation, but as soon as he took a step, his ankle was entangled by the chains generated by the formation patterns, and his speed was reduced by more than half.
The golden light on Xuan Hao's eight great hammers dimmed considerably, and each swing brought a burst of heavy breath. The quasi-holy son who wielded the chains clung to him like glue, and each time the chains wrapped around the hammer handles, they could dissipate most of his strength.
Liuli's sacred body was covered with ice shards, which greatly reduced her speed and weakened her precious light. The ice cultivator's ice blades came like a rainstorm, giving her no chance to catch her breath.
This fierce battle lasted for a full hour.
Cold sweat trickled down the foreheads of Bai Qianhuan and the other three, dripping onto the dueling platform and instantly evaporating in the black mist. The divine light around them had almost been extinguished, their divine power and magical energy were completely depleted, and even the hands holding their weapons were trembling slightly.
Bai Qianjue stood outside the formation, using all her strength to unleash "World of Myriad Flowers," sending countless petals hurtling towards the formation's core. However, the petals were instantly swallowed up the moment they touched the black mist, without even causing a ripple.
Looking at his swaying companions beside him, Bai Qianhuan gritted his teeth and finally raised his hands in humiliation—he couldn't let his brothers exhaust their cultivation here.
Seeing that Bai Qianhuan and the other four had directly conceded defeat, Jin Hu and Yin Long sneered and deliberately looked at the warship of the Heartless Holy Land in the distant void, saying indifferently, "Chen Xuan, we look forward to your move."
"In the third match, the Nine Netherworld Holy Land won, gaining one point!"
In the void, that aged voice rang out once more, striking the hearts of the heartless crowd like a heavy hammer.
Bai Qianhuan and his four companions walked down the dueling platform dejectedly. When they returned to the Heartless Warship, their clothes were disheveled, bloodstains were still on their lips, and their eyes were full of apology as they looked at Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian.
“Holy Son, Senior Sister Zixian, we… only won two matches, and only have two points. We haven’t been able to accumulate more resources for the sect.”
Elder Xiyue quickly stepped forward, raised her hand and summoned several beams of divine light, which brushed over the wounds on the group, and said gently:
“You’ve done your best. The Nine Nether team is specifically designed to counter melee combat, so losing isn’t shameful; it’s just a close defeat.” Elder Qianzhan nodded in agreement: “Yes, if it weren’t for the black-skirted girl’s formation being so troublesome, you might not have lost.”
Just as Elder Liyu was about to speak, Xiyue changed the subject, her gaze falling on Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian, her tone becoming serious:
“There’s an important matter now – according to the rules of the debate, if the reigning champions don’t send anyone else to the stage, the initiative will fall into the hands of the Nine Netherworld Holy Land. They will then take control of the battle, and we will be in a very passive position.”
Qian Zhan and Elder Li Yu both looked at the two of them, their eyes full of questions:
"You have two choices: either you take action yourself and regain the initiative, or you temporarily concede defeat and wait for other holy sites to make their move before seeking another opportunity."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan frowned slightly and suddenly turned to look at the warship of the Yao Guang Holy Land not far away. The warship was pure white, and the deck was full of cultivators, at least a dozen of whom exuded the aura of a Holy Son.