403: Are they out of ideas? Are they planning to release that little mudfish again?

"Delong!" Leng Yuekui stood up abruptly, a clear look of anxiety appearing on her cold face for the first time.

"Do not act recklessly! You saw the battle just now; even Immortal Master Jinyuan was not a match for him in a single exchange!

The gap between your cultivation and his is a chasm! Return immediately!"

Her voice carried an unquestionable sternness, yet it also held deep concern.

Chiyan Peak Revered Master Ji Yanshuang also said urgently:

"Kid Yao! Don't be foolish! This is not the time to act on impulse!"

Looking at his Revered Master and the various Peak Revered Masters who were flustered by their concern, Yao Delong revealed a calm and confident smile, shifting his gaze to White Cloud Master in the center of the high platform:

"Revered Master, Senior Martial Uncles, Junior Martial Uncles, it is fine. Isn't Sect Head Senior Martial Uncle still watching over us?

If there is an accident, Sect Head Senior Martial Uncle will surely be able to protect me."

White Cloud Master looked at the calm and absolutely confident gaze in Yao Delong's eyes, then swept his gaze over the Late Stage Soul Transformation Elders on the Elder platform who were avoiding eye contact and whose auras were withered, sighing helplessly in his heart.

The sect's top combat power was indeed stretched thin at this moment; no one dared to face the edge of Blood Net.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Delong, you... be careful!

If things become impossible, admit defeat immediately! I will be watching at all times to protect your safety!"

"Thank you, Sect Head Senior Martial Uncle!"

Yao Delong bowed slightly. The next moment, his figure vanished like a ghost.

When he reappeared, he was standing steadily on the Spirit Transformation Realm arena, which had been corroded into pits and bumps by the sea of blood, facing Blood Net from afar!

"Gagaga!"

On the Nine Nether Sect's seating area, Ye Wushang let out a harsh, strange laugh, filled with mockery,

"White Cloud Master! Is your Yin Yang Sect truly out of people to use?

You actually sent a wet-behind-the-ears Nascent Soul kid up here to die? Hahaha!

It seems you don't want that supreme grade heavenly artifact, the 'Soul-Devouring True Spirit' sword, anymore!"

Blood Net's scarlet pupils landed on Yao Delong as if looking at an ant that could be crushed with a flick of his hand.

His face, covered in blood veins, was filled with undisguised contempt and amusement:

"Kid, your courage is commendable, but unfortunately... you are utterly stupid.

What, do you think your life is too long, and you came up here to add some fresh nourishment to my sea of blood?"

Cultivators from various factions also looked at each other, completely unable to understand Yao Delong's move.

Lin Qingxue, Han Yun, and others had pale faces, their tightly clenched fists turning white at the knuckles, their eyes filled with confusion and deep worry.

No matter how one looked at it, this was no different from actively seeking death!

Yao Delong ignored the uproar around him and Blood Net's mockery. He unexpectedly bowed to Blood Net, his tone even carrying a hint of "respect":

"Senior Blood Net, your reputation is illustrious; I have long admired you.

Before the battle begins, Senior, you wouldn't mind if I take a Medicinal Pill to improve my condition, would you?

After all, my cultivation is low, so I must make some preparations."

Hearing this, the contempt on Blood Net's face grew even thicker, as if he had heard a grand joke:

"Hmph! Take it! Take whatever you want! With your meager cultivation, even if you took an Immortal Pill, what kind of waves could you possibly stir up?"

He crossed his arms, his posture arrogant to the extreme,

"Fine, I am in a good mood today, so I will let you have three moves!

Lest word gets out that I, the great, bullied the small and didn't even give an ant a chance to struggle!"

Yao Delong sneered internally; this was the sentence he was waiting for!

However, he revealed a look of "gratitude" on his face: "Then many thanks for your generosity, Senior Blood Net!"

There was another commotion in the spectator stands. Since when did this Yao Delong become so "humble and polite"?

The person opposite him was the vicious demon who had almost wiped out his Junior Martial Uncle, Immortal Master Jinyuan!

Just as everyone was puzzled, Yao Delong's movements were as fast as lightning.

A Medicinal Pill the size of a dragon's eye, entirely crimson gold, with nine profound pill patterns wrapped around its surface, emitting a terrifying masculine aura and boundless energy, was instantly taken out by him and shoved into his mouth without hesitation!

nine revolutions profound yang pill!

The Medicinal Pill melted the moment it entered his mouth!

Boom—!!!!

An indescribable, violent power that seemed to want to tear the firmament apart suddenly awakened within Yao Delong's body like a sleeping ancient giant beast!

His Xuanxing Dao robe danced wildly without wind, flapping loudly!

His originally Nascent Soul Great Perfection aura soared crazily like it was on a rocket!

Nascent Soul Peak... Half-step Soul Transformation... Early Stage Spirit Transformation... Early Stage Spirit Transformation Peak!

In just a single breath!

Yao Delong's aura had surged to a jaw-dropping level—Early Stage Spirit Transformation Peak!

That violent and scorching Nine Yang True Fire power uncontrollably burst out from his body, forming circles of scorching air waves around him.

The white jade ground beneath his feet groaned under the unbearable weight, showing faint signs of melting!

"Hiss! A forbidden pill with a seven-fold combat power boost?!" A knowledgeable Cultivator exclaimed in shock!

Blood Net's scarlet pupils constricted slightly, the corners of his mouth pulling into a disdainful arc:

"The Medicinal Pill is not bad, but unfortunately... Early Stage Spirit Transformation strength, in front of me, is still just a slightly stronger ant."

He still kept his arms crossed, too lazy to even adopt a defensive posture, clearly having absolute confidence in his own strength.

Yao Delong felt the terrifying power surging within his body like a raging sea and nodded slightly to the presiding Elder.

The Elder took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, and announced loudly:

"Spirit Transformation Realm sparring match, third round, begin!"

"Senior! Be careful!" Yao Delong shouted, his voice shaking the surroundings!

Blood Net didn't even frown, sneering, "Output is not achieved by shouting."

He remained standing in place, motionless, as if waiting for Yao Delong's "pitiable" three moves.

Deep in Yao Delong's eyes, a cold light suddenly appeared!

The "respectful" smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely cold intent to kill!

"Sword, come—!"

Another clear "Sword, come!" resonated through the sky!

The mockery on Blood Net's mouth deepened:

"Kid, are you at your wit's end? Wanting to release that little mud loach again?

Hehe, an eighth-rank Yao Beast is nothing more than an extra skeleton in front of my sea of blood!"

However!

Before his voice fell, a sudden change occurred!

This time, what rushed out from Yao Delong's sleeve was not the White Flood Dragon Qiong Shuang!

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

Eight streams of light, each with different colors and shapes, yet all emitting astonishing fire-attribute fluctuations and sharp Sword Intent, shot out from Yao Delong's body like eight burning meteors, hovering in front of him!

They were exactly those eight low-grade heavenly artifact fire-attribute Flying Swords!

At the same time!

Clang—!

A clearer sword hum, as if capable of tearing the nine heavens apart, rang out!

A sword shadow, crimson as blood, burning with raging flames, its blade engraved with ancient and profound runes, rose into the sky from Yao Delong's Sea of Consciousness between his eyebrows, carrying majestic heavenly might!

high-grade heavenly artifact—Chixiao Divine Sword!