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Seeing this, Wang Hang did not dare to underestimate the situation, because the aura emanating from Ling Yao was something even he would not lightly claim to withstand.
Thus, he unleashed his true strength and executed the Wang Family's pinnacle martial arts, Nine Suns Supreme Fire. With a sweeping motion of his hand, a vast Fire Sea appeared before him, crackling with intense sounds. He then thrust his palm forward, and with a rumble, his body surged forward, the flames carrying an overwhelming destructive force towards Ling Yao.
"Whoosh!" Ling Yao lightly swung her sword, and in an instant, a Cold Ice Sword Qi several dozen feet long burst forth, tearing through the air and landing on the Fire Sea.
"Zing!" A sharp and piercing sound of burning immediately emanated from the Fire Sea.
In an instant, Ling Yao's Cold Ice Sword Qi was melted away by the Nine Suns Supreme Fire.
Seeing this, Wang Hang was overjoyed. His body shot forward like lightning, flames swirling around him as they surged forth rapidly, forming a Fire Sea three meters in size. From a distance, it resembled a gigantic flaming sun, igniting the entire space.
"Crackle!"
In an instant, the sound of crackling intensified.
The Nine Suns Supreme Fire was ferocious and all-consuming; in no time at all, the Ice Phoenix Power was shattered.
"Great! It seems that Young Master will win this battle."
"I knew it; how could Ling Yao be a match for Young Master?"
"Indeed, Young Master Zhongzhou's Number One title is not something anyone can take away, not even the Hall Master of the Hunting Temple."
"It seems that Miss Ling Yao's Ice Phoenix Power is still not fully mastered!" one elder chuckled.
"This is just the beginning," the Black-Clad Envoy said calmly, as if he were not worried at all about Ling Yao facing defeat.
In response, several elders of the Wang Family could only sneer.
Meanwhile, Wang Cheng and the others had heavy expressions, clearly not as optimistic as the other elders, but instead filled with worry.
"Drink!"
At that moment, Ling Yao let out a light shout, her graceful figure leaping into the air. The Lotus Robe fluttered around her, stunningly beautiful, and in her hand was a sword covered with Ice Phoenix Power, sharp beyond measure.
"Ice Sealing Thousand!"
Ling Yao shouted lightly, her delicate face cold and devoid of any expression. An endless aura of cold ice radiated from her, as if winter had descended. As she brought down the sword in her hand, a hundred-foot-long Cold Ice Sword Qi slashed out.
In an instant, the entire ground was covered in ice, and the temperature in the air plummeted drastically, turning into a winter wonderland. Surprisingly, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Soon, an immense freezing power appeared on the Dueling Platform, making it feel as if the air itself had been frozen—truly terrifying.
At the moment this sword was unleashed, Wang Hang felt a terrifying icy force manifest in the space around him. A sense of danger arose within him without warning.
Watching the dreadful freezing power sweep toward him, Wang Hang hesitated not for a moment and unleashed his life-saving trump card—the supreme technique of the Wang Family, Qilin Blood Seal. He clapped his palms together and struck at the air. With two loud bangs, the air shattered.
Then, two fiery palm lights appeared in the air. With a rumble beneath Wang Hang's palms, a blood seal about ten feet wide emerged before him.
"Roar!"
Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, a Fire Qilin burst forth from the blood seal, enveloped in blood energy and exuding an overwhelming aura. It let out a mighty roar and galloped forward toward the hundred-foot Cold Ice Sword Qi.
Both forces moved at incredible speeds and collided in an instant.
"Crack!"
In the incredulous gaze of Wang Hang, the Cold Ice Sword Qi tore the Qilin in half with overwhelming force, and then swept down upon him with unmatched momentum.
"Poof!"
With a spray of bright red blood, Wang Hang's piercing scream followed. His body was directly sent flying off the Dueling Platform by the Cold Ice Sword Qi.
"Wang Hang!" Like a kite with a broken string, he crashed to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hiss!"
The crowd gasped in shock as they saw Wang Hang's face turn as pale as paper, his breath extremely weak. A gruesome blood mark appeared on his chest, blood continuously oozing out, instantly dyeing his clothes crimson. Then, in an instant, a layer of silvery cold ice energy covered him, freezing the flowing blood. His face looked frostbitten, his lips turned white, and his body trembled violently.
"Hang!" The Seven Elders rushed forward, waving their sleeves to dispel the Ice Phoenix Power from Wang Hang's body. They gave him a pill to restore some color to his face and looked at him with concern, saying, "Do you feel any better?"
"Cough cough cough!" Wang Hang coughed repeatedly, his face pale. "I'm sorry, Grandpa Seven, I lost." With that, hatred and self-blame appeared on his face.
"Sigh!" The Seven Elders sighed deeply; at this point, there was nothing more they could do.
"The Young Master lost!" Ji Chen stared at the fallen Wang Hang in disbelief.
"Impossible! How could the Young Master lose to her?"
"It's over; everything is over. If even the Young Master can't defeat her, who among us can?"
Wang Hang was the spiritual pillar of the Wang Family's youth; everyone admired him and regarded him with respect. However, now that Wang Hang had lost, the myth of his invincibility was shattered. No one could defeat the Saintess of the Hunting Temple anymore.
At the same time, Wang Hang's defeat also represented that the young talents cultivated by the Six Great True Spirit Families couldn't even defeat a single woman; it was nothing but a joke.
This is a disgrace, a disgrace to the Six Great True Spirit Families! A disgrace that needs to be washed away with blood!
At this moment, however, the disciples of the Wang Family felt a deep sense of helplessness. Wang Hang had lost, and they could only expect failure if they took the stage.
"Family Head, it seems that Young Master Wang, the First Young Man of Zhongzhou, is nothing but a hollow title, lacking substance!" the Black-Clad Envoy laughed.
"Not only that, but your so-called young talents of the Six Great True Spirit Families are merely exaggerations; in reality, they are just a group of self-righteous and complacent fools," the White-Clad Envoy sneered. "Since that's the case, we shall take our leave."
Ling Yao appeared before Wang Cheng like a fairy gliding over the waves, speaking in a cold voice: "Family Head, I have offended you."
"My Wang Family disciples are incompetent and have embarrassed the Saintess," Wang Cheng replied calmly with a slight smile.
"Saintess, let us go!" the Black-Clad Envoy said respectfully. "The Saintess dominates the Yuan Continent and has defeated the young masters of the Six Great True Spirit Families. I believe it won't be long before your name spreads across the entire continent. At that time, it will be our Hunting Temple's time to slay gods."
Upon hearing this, Ling Yao smiled lightly, waved her delicate hand, and said, "Family Head, Ling Yao takes her leave."
At this moment, the disciples of the Wang Family looked at the stunningly beautiful Ling Yao with unfriendly expressions, each glaring at her.
"Waste," the White-Clad Envoy coldly scanned the Wang Family disciples and scoffed.
"You..." A young man was furious upon hearing this; his eyes seemed ready to spit fire as he pointed at the White-Clad Envoy and was about to speak. However, when he met the White-Clad Envoy's icy gaze, he found himself unable to utter a word.
Seeing this, the elder of the Wang Family felt an overwhelming sense of anger but also deep helplessness.
"Elder, let us go," Ling Yao said softly with a slight frown.
"Leave!" the Black-Clad Envoy waved his hand.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave since you've already come?" Just as Ling Yao and the Black and White Envoy were about to depart, a calm voice suddenly rang out, causing both of them to pause in their tracks.
"Who?" The Black-Clad Envoy turned around and coldly shouted, only to see a young man in white clothing with a handsome face appearing before him.
"Wang Yi!"
Wang Cheng, Wang Songfan, and the others almost simultaneously turned to look, their faces lighting up with joy.
"Wang Yi?" Ling Yao furrowed her brows upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes suddenly landing on Wang Yi, revealing an expression of disbelief. "Is it you?"
As her words fell, her face was filled with a chilling killing intent. In that instant, an unforgettable scene replayed in her mind, accompanied by a deep voice echoing once more: "Run away and never come back."
"I didn't expect we would meet again in this way," Wang Yi said calmly.
Previously, he had known that Ling Yao possessed exceptional talent in martial arts but was limited by her circumstances in the Song Kingdom, which hindered her progress. Nonetheless, she was still regarded as the number one woman in the Song Kingdom. During the Canglan Sect incident, Wang Yi had slain Meng Hang and eliminated the black-robed man, while Ling Yao had left.
Wang Yi was aware that she had gone to the Zhongzhou Hunting Temple and anticipated that they would meet again. However, he did not expect their reunion to occur under such circumstances. Moreover, he realized that she had become a formidable opponent, even stronger than anyone from the new generation of the Five Great True Spirit Families, having defeated the top contender, Wang Hang.
"Late Stage of Insight," Wang Yi observed Ling Yao and recognized her cultivation level.
"Are you from the Wang Family?" Ling Yao gazed at Wang Yi for a long time, her killing intent gradually dissipating as she softly asked.
"That can be said," Wang Yi replied noncommittally.
"In that case, do you dare to accept my challenge?" Ling Yao asked.
"Alright," Wang Yi responded.
"Wait a moment!" Just then, the Black-Clad Envoy suddenly stepped forward, first bowing to Ling Yao, and then turning his gaze to Wang Yi, asking, "Young man, who are you? Dare to challenge the Saintess?"
"Hmph, Family Head, please manage your Wang Family members properly. Do not let just anyone step out to challenge the Saintess," the White-Clad Envoy said rudely.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Wang Family members turned grim.
"Elders, this person is Wang Yi, who killed Ling Yao's master," Ling Yao said calmly.
"What?" Upon hearing this, both the Black and White Envoys changed their expressions and looked at Wang Yi together, saying, "You are that top talent from Song Kingdom, Wang Yi?"
"You flatter me, Envoys," Wang Yi replied lightly. However, he was somewhat shocked; he did not expect Ling Yao's temperament to have reached such an unimaginable level. Facing him, her former enemy who had killed her master, she could remain so calm—it was truly frightening.
"Since that is the case, I agree to let my son fight against your Saintess," Wang Cheng said with a smile.
"Family Head, what do you mean by that?" the Black-Clad Envoy asked with a frown.
"Wang Yi is my son who has been lost for many years and has now returned to the family," Wang Cheng said quietly.
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