Chapter 851: Chapter 22: Light Rain After Overcast! Battle of the Great Celestial Prides at the Peak

Her Artifact Spirit "Xian Ge" used to behave like an innocent and naive little girl in front of her, with a sweet and adorable tone when speaking.

Who would have thought, when trading trash talk with Qianqiu, not only was her aura not inferior, but she also had a more rogue flavor than Qianqiu, and the words she spoke were full of censored terms.

Xian Ge... what kind of sword life did she experience in the past?

Wu Zhixing was equally astonished.

How on earth has this old thing, Qianqiu, managed to survive without being erased?

"Shut up! Or I’ll erase you both~"

Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing almost roared simultaneously.

Obviously, these two were trash-talking to the point where their masters couldn’t take it anymore.

Upon hearing the words, the two Artifact Spirits, engaged in a heated trash-talk battle, finally snapped back to reality and wisely closed their mouths.

Ah~ The young master is still too young, too thin-skinned.

Wait a few hundred or thousand more years, and they’ll know how important it is to have an Artifact Spirit that can trash-talk ~ After all, trash-talking is also part of one’s overall strength~

The two swords sighed in their hearts in unison.

Without the interference of the Sword Spirits’ trash talk, Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing finally had a chance to battle quietly, each showcasing an exciting combat performance.

Upstairs and downstairs, the sound of cheers was incessant.

However, after a long battle without resolution, Wu Zhixing felt the pressure from Ancestor Dexin.

"Miss Liyao indeed lives up to the true inheritance of Celestial River, possessing such Sword Technique Mental Realm at such a young age, truly remarkable." His expression turned stern and serious, "Miss Liyao, be careful. From here on, I won’t hold back."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly forced open space between himself and Wang Liyao with a sword strike. His figure flickered, moving swiftly to create distance at lightning speed.

Simultaneously, his aura underwent a sudden transformation.

Along with a resounding dragon roar, a massive dragon-shaped illusion suddenly appeared behind him.

This was a gigantic dragon illusion, its body more slender than the Azure Dragon, its surface covered with faint cyan scales, its enormous multicolored wings spread wide, emanating a vast and mighty Dragon Power.

This illusion was clearly Wu Zhixing’s bloodline Dharma Aspect—Ying Dragon.

As is known to all, the Ying Dragon is one of the Ancient Divine Beasts. It naturally belongs to the sky and can control the winds of heaven and earth, being extraordinarily powerful.

Even now, when it is merely a Dharma Illusion, the enormous and ghostly dragon body radiated an unparalleled mighty presence, noble and sacred.

Accompanied by the appearance of the Dharma Illusion, streams of Profound Qi burst forth from Wu Zhixing’s body, sweeping across the entire arena in an instant.

Threads of glow emerged from the expansive Profound Qi.

That was Divine Power!

Even though the glow only occupied a portion of the Profound Qi, with the remainder largely being Profound Qi, Divine Power is still Divine Power, indicating that Wu Zhixing’s understanding of the Laws had reached a profound level, nearly forming his own Divine Techniques.

It’s commonly known that when a cultivator’s Bloodline Power reaches the Spirit Body level, they can start deeper contemplation of the Laws, attempting to comprehend Divine Techniques. However, the comprehension process is incredibly challenging and time-consuming. Normally, a cultivator must reach the Purple Mansion Realm before their Law comprehension can reach sufficient depth to possess their own Divine Techniques.

Yet as a Great Celestial Pride, with the aid of a Dao Body, there’s a certain probability of comprehending one’s own Divine Techniques even at the Celestial Human Realm, although it’s still quite difficult.

No one expected that Wu Zhixing, who nearly never showed his hand publicly, had silently stepped into the threshold of Minor Divine Techniques, mastering Divine Power.

"This is the Minor Divine Techniques I comprehended—’Celestial Spirits.’ Though only a prototype, it is the result of my diligent comprehension. Miss Liyao, prepare to receive it~"

As he spoke, beads of sweat appeared on Wu Zhixing’s forehead, clearly showing that mastering Divine Power was quite strenuous for him at present.

Nonetheless, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously confident in this Minor Divine Technique known as "Celestial Spirits."

With his words, he drew his Spirit Sword "Qianqiu" through the air.

Cyan glow surged out forcefully.

Instantly, the arena was filled with roaring winds, a huge tornado sweeping across the stage, causing the Obsidian Iron-forged platform to tremble.

Meanwhile, Wang Liyao’s floating and delicate form appeared like a lone boat in the storm, seemingly about to be shattered at any moment.

Instantly, all the spectators’ expressions turned grave.

In the grand seats, several Divine Power Realm big shots who were chatting earlier shut their mouths. Among the scattered seats below, many guests stood up in nervousness.

Many supporters of Liyao found their hearts unknowingly tightened.

This is Divine Power. Can Miss Liyao withstand it?

What they missed was that amid the wild tornado, Wang Liyao’s aura changed too.

She stood arrogantly in the air amid the storm, her gaze seeming like a pool of icy water, her voice tenderly saying, "Junior Prince’s Dharma Aspect and Divine Techniques are truly formidable. Next, let Junior Prince appraise Liyao’s comprehended Minor Divine Techniques~"

Saying this, her ruby lips parted to softly utter a name.

"’Hanging Water Divine Technique’ First Move, [Yin Turns to Light Rain]."

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