When Long Chen saw Long Tianrui's hand, he was also shocked. The originally snow-white palm had turned multicolored, with seven colors swirling and supreme energy rising.
It was clearly Seven-Colored Supreme Blood. It was the first time Long Chen had seen Seven-Colored Supreme Blood on someone other than his father.
When the Seven-Colored Supreme Blood condensed on Long Tianrui's jade hand, her aura changed—from pure and serene to instantly domineering and unmatched, as if possessed by a war god. Even her gaze became as sharp as a blade.
With a loud explosion, the Sword of Destiny was crushed by Long Tianrui's jade hand. At that moment, everyone was stunned, especially the Sons of Destiny—they all knew how terrifying Jiang Wuwang's strike was.
After Long Tianrui shattered the Sword of Destiny with her jade-like hand, the colors on her hand slowly faded, and her hand returned to its white, jade-like appearance.
Long Tianrui looked at Jiang Wuwang and said, "You've withdrawn half your power. Are you looking down on me?" Or have they already given up?
I said, among those of the same rank, as long as you can defeat me, I will marry them. This promise will never change, no matter what method or means you use—schemes or open schemes, it works. Only
then did everyone realize that Jiang Wuwang had actually held back in this strike. But thinking about it, it made sense—Jiang Wuwang's strike clearly carried a conspiracy in his tone. To catch Long Tianrui off guard was probably because he felt guilty and was afraid of hurting her, so he withdrew part of his power.
Unexpectedly, this terrifying strike was broken by Long Tianrui with a wave of her hand. In other words, even with Jiang Wuwang's full-force strike, he still couldn't harm Long Tianrui.
"My apologies, my move wasn't very honorable, but thinking that if I could win a single move or half of Fairy Tianrui at the lowest cost, I wouldn't care about that.
But I never expected the fairy to be so powerful. Since that's the case, to seize this opportunity, I won't hold back; otherwise, it would be the greatest disrespect to the fairy. Jiang Wuwang said.
With a "buzz,"
Jiang Wuwang suddenly produced an extremely strange weapon. It looked like a short sword, but on either side were two even smaller short swords.
The longsword section was three feet long, while the two short swords were only seven inches long. If the hilt were replaced with a spear shaft, it would look like a strange fork.
Jiang Wuwang looked at the weapon in his hand and said, "Ghost Soul Water Splitting Spike, my life-bound divine weapon, fused with it from the moment I was born."
Only when I use it is my strongest state. Please, Fairy Tianrui, please teach me if you don't believe me." "
Ghost Spear Split?" Why not the Jiang family's Tianyou Splitting Spear? Long Tianrui asked in confusion.
Jiang Wuwang said, "My father once said, if a person wants to be strong, they can't rely too much on their support. Otherwise, the day they lose their support will be the day they fall."
What others can give me is, after all, someone else's property. Only what I have earned through my own effort truly belongs to me. Long
Tianrui nodded and said, "Your father is indeed a visionary man." Jiang
Wuwang said, "Thank you. May I ask what weapon Fairy Tianrui is using?" "
Buzz"
Long Tianrui waved her jade hand, and a seven-colored longsword appeared in her hand.
"Seven Absolute Sword"
Long Chen's heart trembled. Sure enough, Long Tianrui, who also possessed the Seven-Colored Supreme Blood, could condense the Seven Absolute Sword.
Unlike the Seven Absolute Sword conjured by Long Chen, her sword was adorned with strange runes intertwining, forming unique patterns. Her sword was even more solid and terrifying.
Long Chen knew this had nothing to do with bloodline purity; there must be other secret techniques involved. His Seven Absolute Sword was passed down to him by Long Zhantian, and Long Zhantian's technique was not inherited but something he had comprehended himself.
But Long Tianrui was different. She was an ancient powerhouse, inheriting countless divine abilities. What she had learned was definitely incomparable to what he and Long Zhantian could have.
To put it bluntly, he studied in the imperial court, while Long Zhantian explored things alone in the dark—the gap between them was huge.
However, thinking about his father's magical arts and divine abilities, most of which he created himself, Long Chen was already deeply impressed. According to his assessment, Long Zhantian was worthy of being on par with the Great Emperor.
"Dang dang dang ..."
Suddenly, a series of intense impacts pulled Long Chen back to reality. Behind Jiang Wuwang, the Destiny Wheel was swirling, all his clones vanished, but thousands of cyclones appeared.
Those vortices swirled, divine radiance descending, forming a formation that empowered him. With his splitting water spike, he slashed down, water vapor filling the sky.
The moisture filled the entire arena. Though it was moisture, the whole arena seemed filled with mercury, making it difficult to move. Even the arena's barrier began to slowly expand outward.
Jiang Wuwang's speed was as fast as lightning. The Destiny Wheel behind him showed signs of slowly burning, and the water-splitting spike in his hand grew even fiercer and more fierce.
But no matter how fiercely Jiang Wuwang attacked, Long Tianrui's long sword danced without retreating, blocking every move from Jiang Wuwang.
Amid the flow of the seven-colored divine radiance, Long Chen saw that the mist emitted by Jiang Wuwang could not penetrate the seven-colored radiance at all. Long Chen knew this was actually a clash of bloodline power. From the perspective of origin power, Jiang Wuwang's bloodline power could not suppress Long Tianrui.
Jiang Wuwang noticed this too. His movements kept changing, his moves increasingly strange, his attacks ever fiercer. It must be said, Jiang Wuwang was a true powerhouse, with extremely rich combat experience. His moves flowed like clouds and water, without a single flaw.
However, no matter how he attacked or changed the rhythm, Long Tianrui's posture was like a celestial being—sometimes graceful as a startled swan, sometimes as agile as a swimming dragon. He always took a defensive stance but never fell behind.
"Clang"
Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out, and the storm-like attack stopped. Jiang Wuwang retreated, standing in the void, looking at Long Tianrui and saying:
"Fairy Tianrui is exceptionally strong. Wuwang knows he is no match. However, Wuwang is unwilling to accept this. Please, Fairy, take my final move. If..." Wuwang still fell in defeat, and was convinced. At
that moment, Jiang Wuwang's expression grew serious. Clearly, after relentless attacks, he had realized the gap between them.
He had already launched a full-force assault, yet the opponent defended with ease. In reality, he had already lost, but if he admitted defeat like this, he would feel unwilling. The feng shui stab in his hand pointed to the sky, and the thousands of cyclones behind him suddenly stopped spinning and slowly merged into his long sword.
"What?"
Seeing this scene, all the powerful figures present were shocked. After all, that vortex was his physical avatar—he had poured all his avatar power into this move. Wouldn't all his avatars disappear?
If that happened, wouldn't years of cultivation be ruined in an instant? Is it really worth it?
"A Thousand Paths Fly Alone!"
Jiang Wuwang looked at Long Tianrui and shouted, splitting the water with a sharp slash. A piercing sonic boom rang out, and the barrier of the arena was torn open by his single blow. Seeing this, even the chiefs of the four great divine clans changed their expressions.