Martial Uncle.
Lan Tianyong is actually not bad; despite appearing like an old man hovering between life and death every day, and seeming to be the type who dotes on others excessively, in reality, he is quite similar to Liu Tangxi in the way he instructs disciples.
Eventually, one has to face what they have to face. When the ti cos to venture out into the world, one just does, so why worry? Therefore, in the end, it was Yan Yurou who, wanting to reassure her senior brother, took the initiative to select a Chief third-generation disciple who had stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage.
It was her second ti being serious.
Clang!
The long spike in the young girl’s hand was raised to block directly, forcibly deflected, her pale jade hand actually producing a tallic friction against the sharp point.
"Taiyin Taoist Skill, it’s actually Taiyin Taoist Skill! I didn’t expect this woman to have truly mastered it. No wonder, no wonder she could make that old thing who has sealed himself away for over two hundred years break his precepts. Damn, damn it!"
Li Fire streaked by; facing the scattered rubble, she didn’t hesitate and transford into a Fire Phoenix and imdiately fled.
Sure enough, those seemingly ordinary rubble exploded with a roar upon getting close to her, but Cen Yueyue is no vegetarian.
The Fire Phoenix hovered in place, and before Yan Yurou could react, it suddenly appeared behind her. Phoenix Feather directly aid to pierce her heart from behind, but the intense tremors forced her to montarily dodge the sharp edge.
Indeed, Taiyin Taoist Skill enables everything it touches to feel heavy as mountains, solid as rocks, but that doesn’t an it could withstand high temperatures.
The blazing flas were so hot that even Yan Yurou couldn’t face them head-on, especially as the Li Fire’s form beca more terrifying. The casually flicked flas were already showing signs of thickness, it wouldn’t be too much to describe them as magma-like.
This is the nature of the phoenix; the longer the battle, the braver and stronger they beco, the higher the temperature rises. But before long she took the Jade Flute to her lips.
"Spirited Heart Enchantnt."
Space changed once again, the sudden scrambling of order caught Cen Yueyue off guard, but the two were not giving in to each other, fighting to a stalemate. However, from the expressions and situations of both, it didn’t seem too optimistic.
Cen Yueyue bit her lip lightly; after all, the Li Fire did not truly belong to her, she was just the controller. For her current realm and constitution, this power from a Divine Beast was still sowhat strenuous.
Although it would not harm herself, if the battle dragged on like this, the power of Li Fire would only get weaker and weaker, and at that ti, her defeat would be inevitable.
But she just looked at the composed Yan Yurou.
Her own situation was very bad, but what about her?
The sound of the flute was crisp and long, seeming to be an image of leisure, but Cen Yueyue knew that this woman’s Spiritual Energy was definitely at its end!
Taiyin Taoist Skill and Taixu Taoist Skill inherently have a terrifying demand for the user’s Spiritual Energy, not to ntion that Yan Yurou only achieved Middle Grade Core Formation.
The Daoist Skill she had mastered was indeed powerful, but the downside was equally clear; it was not ant for prolonged battles. How much Spiritual Energy would be needed to fully unfold such Daoist Skill that affects the surroundings and even space itself?
It was unimaginable, even for soone at the Nascent Soul Stage, it would be strenuous to maintain for so long, let alone soone with Middle Grade Core Formation.
It must be said that as soone who has gone through it, Cen Yueyue’s experience is quite seasoned, and her knowledge is broad. With the battle lasting over two hours, she was barely hanging on herself, and how could soone at a lower realm withstand it?
Just as she guessed.
If you look closely, you would see that Yan Yurou’s body was already slightly trembling when she blew the Jade Flute; sweat covered her forehead and the back of her neck, a sign of Spiritual Energy depletion.
Both were enduring. They both knew about each other’s physical condition, and it was obvious that both were infuriated and would not stop at nothing, but...
Boom!
"Bring it on!"
She let out a sharp and fierce shout.
The flas burning in her eyes had faded a lot compared to before; under these circumstances, Cen Yueyue’s temperant began to take the lead again. She raised the Phoenix Feather in her hand, while the other party just lifted her chin, not a trace of fear in her eyes.
But in the next second, Yan Yurou’s complexion suddenly changed.
Stiffening in an instant, under equal circumstances, she inexplicably took several quick steps back and then directly hid the Jade Flute inside her sleeve.
Leaving Cen Yueyue with a face full of question marks, and before she could chase forward, she heard a familiar yet deep male voice, then she imdiately stopped in her tracks, her face showing embarrassnt.
"Hm? Why not continue?"
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