129: Chapter 128 The Disciple's Triumph

Su Ling'er did not stand on ceremony; she fully activated the Burning Heaven Flame Scripture within her body, unleashing her full Aura.

A cluster of purple-gold flames rose from her palm, hovering quietly in place.

Junior Sister Feng Li's eyes narrowed instantly.

One look at an expert's move is enough to know their caliber.

This fire is not simple.

However, she did not pay it too much mind.

There is no fire in this world that the Phoenix Clan cannot contend with, especially since the opponent's Realm is lower than hers.

Concentrating her Phoenix True Fire, she waved her hand, and a line of fire shot straight toward Su Ling'er's face.

Su Ling'er's purple-gold flames rose to meet it.

The two clusters of fire collided; the Phoenix True Fire hit what felt like a wall, was split directly in two, and slid past Su Ling'er's side.

Junior Sister Feng Li's expression changed slightly.

The red-gold flames surged, transforming into a fire serpent that struck from the side.

Su Ling'er flipped her palm, and the Burning Heaven Flame exploded, turning into dozens of thin fire threads that tightly bound the fire serpent and shredded it into pieces.

"What kind of fire is this? Even Phoenix True Fire cannot block it?"

"A Disciple of the Taixuan Sect... only at the Void Tempering Late Stage?"

"Are the Disciples of the Taixuan Sect monsters?"

Seeing this, Junior Sister Feng Li stopped testing her.

She fully mobilized her Phoenix True Fire, and a massive phantom of a fire Phoenix appeared behind her, wings spread, its entire body burning with red-gold flames.

In a corner beneath the stage, the Holy Son of Wanxiang had just taken a Medicinal Pill and was being helped back, his face deathly pale.

Seeing that fire Phoenix phantom, his footsteps faltered, and his expression turned even uglier.

He was the one knocked down by this very move.

The fire Phoenix phantom let out a long cry toward the sky and lunged at Su Ling'er.

Su Ling'er stood her ground, the purple flames in her palm rising to meet it, neither dodging nor evading, clashing head-on.

The fire Phoenix phantom collided with the purple flames, froze for an instant, and then, starting from the point of impact, cracks spread in all directions, covering its entire body in the blink of an eye before exploding into a sky full of sparks with a loud bang.

Junior Sister Feng Li retreated two steps, her gaze locked firmly onto Su Ling'er.

The Holy Son of Wanxiang could not withstand this move, yet it actually failed to do anything to this Void Tempering Late Stage Taixuan Sect Disciple?

Shi Man watched from below the stage, his blood boiling, and nudged Lei Yan next to him:

"Hey, how do you think your Nether Black Flame compares to Senior Sister Su's fire?"

Lei Yan stared at the lingering purple flames on the stage and shook his head:

"In the same Realm, it might be a contest. But now? No way."

Junior Sister Feng Li stared at Su Ling'er for two breaths, then suddenly spoke:

"Very good. What is your name?"

Su Ling'er was stunned for a moment, not expecting this sudden question, and replied casually:

"Su Ling'er."

Junior Sister Feng Li nodded, as if trying to commit the name to memory.

She took a deep breath, and the Aura around her suddenly changed. It was no longer the flamboyant explosion from before, but a restrained sense of oppression.

The Phoenix True Fire no longer radiated outward but concentrated toward the fingertips of her right hand, becoming denser and more intense with each moment.

Her right hand began to change; her five fingers slightly curled, and sharp red-gold claws grew from her fingertips, each one shining with a metallic luster and wrapped in intricate fire patterns.

Below the stage, the elders of the Phoenix Clan changed expressions.

"The Saintess has actually been forced to use this move..."

Another elder nearby lowered his voice:

"What if the Taixuan Sect Disciple cannot block it? If something happens, the Taixuan Sect..."

"Are you stupid?"

The elder who spoke swept his gaze toward the Taixuan Sect group, finally landing on Mu Hanyan, his expression grave,

"Do you see that woman? A senior from the Taixuan Sect is standing right there. If something really happened, would they just stand by? Rest assured."

"The next move is my trump card."

Junior Sister Feng Li stared at Su Ling'er, her voice low.

The crowd below went quiet instantly.

Su Ling'er looked at Junior Sister Feng Li's hand and, feeling the power gathering within it, wiped the smile that had been on her face.

She did not speak, only nodded.

Junior Sister Feng Li moved.

Her figure flickered, transforming into a red-gold afterimage. She reached out with that hand, five fingers like hooks, grabbing toward Su Ling'er with an Aura that seemed to tear everything apart.

"Scarlet Phoenix Star-Shattering Claw."

Junior Sister Feng Li's voice came from the afterimage.

The purple-gold flames in Su Ling'er's palm condensed frantically.

The purple flames were compressed tighter and tighter in her palm, finally forming a three-foot-long purple-gold blade of light.

White light danced along the edge of the blade, as if something was being burned to its limit.

She raised her hand and slashed out with the blade.

"Departing Fire Immortal-Slaying Slash."

The purple-gold light blade met the red-gold Phoenix claw. There was no stalemate, no tug-of-war.

The instant the light blade and the Phoenix claw collided, a blinding white light exploded in the center of the arena, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, a three-foot-deep pit had appeared in the center of the arena.

Junior Sister Feng Li stood by the edge of the pit, her right hand hanging by her side, the sharp claws at her fingertips shattered, blood dripping from between her fingers, sizzling as it hit the ground.

Su Ling'er stood on the other side of the pit, withdrawing the hand that held the light blade, gasping for air, her forehead covered in sweat.

But she stood firmly, with no injuries on her body.

Junior Sister Feng Li looked down at her hand, then looked back up at Su Ling'er, remaining silent for a long time.

"I lost. You are very strong."

"I will focus on my Cultivation when I return, and I will challenge you again."

Su Ling'er gasped for air and forced a smile:

"Sure, I'll be ready anytime."

Junior Sister Feng Li nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk off the competition stage.

The people from the Phoenix Clan came up to support her, but she pushed them away and walked out of the crowd, limping.

A thunderous roar of cheers erupted from below the stage.

"Taixuan Sect is awesome!"

"Truly a Prodigy of our Human Race!"

"A Void Tempering Late Stage defeating the Phoenix Clan Saintess, how awesome!"

Su Ling'er landed back among the Taixuan Sect group.

The surrounding crowd automatically cleared a path, and the way they looked at her was completely different from before.

There was admiration, curiosity, and worship.

Shi Man gave a thumbs up: "Senior Sister Su is awesome!"

Lei Yan followed suit with a comment, and Yun Xi and Lin Nian crowded over to check if she was injured.

Xiao Yan stood nearby, glanced at her—seeing she only had excessive spiritual energy exhaustion—and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Let's go."

Su Ling'er grinned: "Let's go, let's head back."

By the time they returned to their accommodation, the entire Shenwu City was discussing this matter.

"Did you hear? The Phoenix Clan Saintess was defeated!"

"Who? Wasn't the Holy Son of Wanxiang defeated by her in one move?"

"A Disciple of the Taixuan Sect! Only at the Void Tempering Late Stage, and she forcefully beat the Phoenix Clan Saintess into submission!"

"Void Tempering Late Stage? Are you kidding me?"

"Why would I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes! After one move, the Phoenix Clan Saintess conceded directly."

In a teahouse, a young man slammed the table and stood up:

"Damn, the Taixuan Sect is that awesome? Not only do they have a Great Emperor, even their Disciples are this fierce? I want to go to the Eastern Region to become an apprentice too!"

Someone next to him pulled him down: "You? Would they even take you?"

"Who are you looking down on?"

"I'm not looking down on you, but they are a dignified supreme Emperor Sect; do you think anyone can just get in?"

A Cultivator at another table chimed in:

"Stop arguing. I heard that the fire the Taixuan Sect girl used couldn't even be blocked by Phoenix True Fire. That wasn't some Bloodline talent; it was their Cultivation Technique. What do you think is the background of the Taixuan Sect?"

"Whatever their background, from today on, I am a fan of the Taixuan Sect."

"You haven't even stepped foot in their mountain gate, what kind of fan are you?"

"Can't I support them in spirit?"

Similar conversations were everywhere on the streets—some filled with amazement, some with envy, and some who were tempted to try their luck in the Eastern Region.

There were also those rationally analyzing just how many trump cards the Taixuan Sect was still hiding.