397: "Dragon-shaped" flying sword

Before his words fell, the dormant power within him, like a sleeping volcano, erupted!

"Nine Yang Heaven Burning Art! Activate!"

Boom—!!!

Nine dazzling, radiant sun phantoms, emanating endless light and heat, instantly appeared behind Yao Delong!

As if nine true suns had descended upon the mortal world!

A terrifying aura, scorching, domineering, and capable of incinerating all directions,

swept across the entire arena like raging waves, even extending to the edge of the plaza!

The temperature of the entire Tianshu Peak suddenly soared!

The air was scorched and distorted, emitting crackling sounds!

The white jade ground of the arena even showed faint signs of melting!

"Ugh!"

"So hot!"

Gui Mi and Ri Yan bore the brunt! Their expressions changed dramatically!

They cultivated the most sinister and evil Ghost Dao Cultivation Technique, and now, enveloped by this supreme Yang and rigid Nine Suns power that incinerated everything,

the Yin-cold vital energy within their bodies seemed to encounter its nemesis, instantly becoming incredibly sluggish, and its circulation speed plummeted!

Their skin felt a stinging burn, as if they were in a melting furnace!

"This... what kind of Cultivation Technique is this?!"

For the first time, Ri Yan's scarlet eyes showed a look of horror,

and the centipede-like patterns on his face seemed to twist under the scorching heat.

Gui Mi's pale, dead fish-like eyes were also filled with terror. The gray Death Qi around him, under the scorching of the Nine Suns power,

emitted sizzling sounds and continuously melted away!

Yao Delong, bathed in the phantom of the nine blazing suns, with the star patterns on his Profound Star Daoist Robe flowing, added a touch of mystery and majesty.

Like a deity commanding the sun, he indifferently scanned the two, who were trapped as if in a quagmire and showed painful expressions.

The curve of his lips carried a hint of disdainful mockery, looking down on the world:

"What? You haven't even started, and you're already scared? Can't even stand steadily?"

"Fine, today I shall let you frogs in a well witness the true Profound Truth of my Yin Yang Sect!"

"To save trouble..."

Yao Delong slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, his palm seemingly holding a miniature sun.

The scorching light was so dazzling that it made people unable to open their eyes, and his voice, like Nine Heavens thunder, resounded through the sky:

"You two wastes, come at me together!"

In the stands, the Cultivators from various forces were in an uproar when they saw Yao Delong actually intending to fight two against one!

"Hiss! Yao Delong is going to take on two?!"

"How arrogant! His opponents are a Late Nascent Soul Stage and a Perfection from the Nine Nether Sect! Not just any random nobodies!"

"Although the Nine Nether Sect is shameless, their strength is genuinely that of a top Immortal Sect!"

"Where does he get such confidence? Does he really think that being able to contend with Body Integration Sword Intent makes him invincible?"

Yao Delong's declaration, full of boundless confidence and looking down on the world, exploded like thunder.

Under the terrifyingly hot aura of the Nine Yang Heaven Burning Art, it appeared even more domineering!

In the stands, the uproar from the Cultivators of various forces had not yet subsided,

when on the arena, Gui Mi and Ri Yan were already filled with anger and shock!

"Arrogant!"

"You're courting death!"

The two exchanged glances, and fierce light burst forth in their eyes!

Since this brat was foolish enough to challenge two, they were only too happy to oblige!

The Nine Nether Sect always sought results, regardless of the means!

Fairness and righteousness were all nonsense! If they could gang up, they would never fight one-on-one!

On the Yin Yang Sect's side, a hint of worry flashed across the faces of several Peak Masters.

Chiyan Peak Master Ji Yanshuang, being the most impatient, couldn't help but shout towards the arena:

"Kid Yao! Don't be overconfident! Those two are not easy to deal with! Be careful not to stumble in a ditch!"

Spirit Water Peak Master Liu Yue also frowned slightly, her voice filled with worry:

"Martial Nephew Yao's talent is peerless, but his opponents are, after all, Nascent Soul Prodigies meticulously cultivated by the Nine Nether Sect. Their cultivation is solid, and their methods are bizarre. I'm afraid..."

Before she could finish, Peak Master of Heavenly Sword Peak Li Cen, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

His sharp gaze swept across the arena, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as he spoke calmly:

"Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, calm down. Martial Nephew Yao has many more tricks up his sleeve."

Upon hearing this, the several Peak Masters felt a little more at ease.

Li Cen was responsible for Yao Delong's True Inheritance Sect Outer Mission assessment, and thus understood Yao Delong's trump cards and strength the most deeply.

Since he said it was fine, he must have absolute confidence!

Li Cen's mind flashed with the scene outside Bichu City: the terrifying Lesser Immortal Slaying Sword Formation that annihilated everything, the mysterious and unpredictable Divine Soul Domain attack that could even suppress a half-step Tenth Rank Golden Scaled Demon Crocodile... This kid was a monster!

A mere two Nascent Souls from the Nine Nether Sect? As long as he wasn't ambushed, they weren't even worth mentioning!

In the audience, forces friendly with the Yin Yang Sect, seeing that the Nine Nether Sect shamelessly sent two people to attack, cursed loudly:

"Utterly shameless! They have no demeanor of a top Immortal Sect!"

"The Nine Nether Sect's skin is probably thicker than their bone boats!"

"Bah! Despicable!"

The Nine Nether Sect members ignored this, their faces instead showing a naturally sinister smirk, as if saying:

Why fight one-on-one when you can gang up? He chose this himself, what can you do?

The Elder presiding over the Nascent Soul arena, seeing that both sides were in position, took a deep breath,

suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, and solemnly announced: "Nascent Soul Realm spar, begin!"

The moment the word "begin" fell!

A cunning and malicious light simultaneously flashed in Gui Mi and Ri Yan's eyes!

Almost instinctively, both opened their mouths, intending to repeat their old trick of shouting the insidious "Fellow Daoist, wait—!", while the venomous Flying Swords hidden in their sleeves were already poised to strike!

However, before their voices could even escape!

The cold curve on Yao Delong's lips suddenly widened, and he preempted them, his clear voice cutting through the scorching air like a sharp sword:

"Sword Come—!"

Buzz!

This cry of "Sword Come" exploded like thunder in the hearts of Gui Mi and Ri Yan!

Their pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end!

They had long heard of Yao Delong's profound Sword Dao!

His call of "Sword Come" surely indicated a thunderous killing move!

Almost instinctively, the two instantly abandoned their plan of sneak attack.

The Yin-cold vital energy within them frantically circulated, and protective Evil Qi and Yin Evil Shields instantly condensed in front of them!

Ri Yan even conjured a bone shield covered with ferocious ghost faces, while Gui Mi summoned several twisted vengeful spirits to protect his body!

All defensive measures were instantaneously aimed at the direction from which Yao Delong might unleash his Flying Sword!

They stood ready, prepared to withstand the terrifying sword light they imagined capable of tearing through everything!

However!

The Flying Sword that was expected to tear through the sky did not appear!

Just as they were fully defending their front, their minds strained to the extreme—

"Roar—!"

A clear, resonant, and majestic Dragon roar unexpectedly burst forth from Yao Delong's sleeve!

A white light shot out like lightning, growing larger with the wind!

In an instant, a Tenth Rank Peak Flood Dragon, Qiong Shuang, whose entire body was covered in crystalline, translucent scales, as if carved from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, tens of feet long, with jade horns on its head, and emanating terrifying cold Qi, appeared out of nowhere!

Qiong Shuang's ice-blue vertical pupils locked onto the two below, and its large mouth opened!

Whoosh—!

An extremely cold Dragon Breath, as if capable of freezing Divine Souls and sealing all things, like a bursting ice river, instantly poured down!

Its target was precisely Gui Mi and Ri Yan, who were fully defending their front and completely unprepared for what was above their heads!