A King-Ranked Medium-Quality Longsword has made you so arrogant that you can't find your way back, huh?
Moreover, it seems that only I have the right to say, "There is no absolute fairness in this world," right?
Can you be a bit more grounded? An illusory life is really quite extravagant, you know?
Thinking of this, Lin Qiubai couldn't help but chuckle, unable to resist mocking.
"You’re really amusing."
After saying that, he stretched out his long arms, and the Sacred Spear fell into his palm.
The silver spear was engraved with intricate Beast Patterns, its sharpness understated yet restrained.
Lin Qiubai felt a slight thrill in his heart. Every time he gripped the Sacred Spear, it felt as if his vitality and Vital Energy had increased a hundredfold, making him feel like his combat power soared!
"What a wonderful experience..."
Lin Qiubai clicked his tongue, thoroughly enjoying it.
Seeing Lin Qiubai still lost in thought just before the battle made Xia Qing's face show a hint of coldness.
His gaze fell on the Sacred Spear, and he let out a barely noticeable sneer. It was just an ordinary item, nothing special about it.
How dare he bring out such a subpar item to show off?
Xia Qing smiled indifferently.
Lin Qiubai also chuckled coldly.
Even if Xia Qing had ten heads, he would never have imagined it.
What Lin Qiubai held in his hand was the legendary Sacred Grade Mystic Artifact!
The Sacred Grade Mystic Artifact, an existence that was unattainable. Back then, when the Divine Sovereign wanted to use a quasi-artifact to find Gu Tuo's whereabouts, he had to humbly request it from the Continental Lord.
Moreover, the Sacred Grade Mystic Artifact is three levels higher than the Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact!
From this, it can be seen that the probability of a Yuan Dan Realm Warrior possessing a Sacred Grade Mystic Artifact is extremely slim. Such a possibility is almost nonexistent.
Even if one could possess it, it would be difficult to activate!
……
Xia Qing believed that his legend was irreplaceable.
At such a young age, he could control a King-Level Mid-Grade Mystic Artifact and wield it with ease.
This was unprecedented in the Xian Sheng Dynasty.
Furthermore, Xia Qing had defeated one Heavenly Pride after another with it, ultimately securing his position as The Young Master of the Imperial Capital. This position was unshakeable.
In the future, he would also be at the top of the Thirty-Three States Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Unexpectedly, Lin Qiubai completely ignored him.
Thinking of this, Xia Qing narrowed his eyes into a dangerous arc, a chilling black light swirling on the blade...
Clearly, he intended to slap Lin Qiubai in the face with his strength.
"Do you dare to underestimate me? The fact that I possess a King-Level Medium Quality Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact is a symbol of my power.
And what foundation do you have coming from Northern Liang Province? With that broken spear in your hand?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai showed no joy or sorrow, holding the Spear upside down, standing still in the Void.
A thick layer of blood quickly climbed up the silver spear shaft.
The terrifying momentum rapidly spread.
After a moment of gathering power, Lin Qiubai vanished from his original spot.
In the next instant, the spear shot out like a dragon. A blood-colored python lunged toward Xia Qing, ready to bite.
Xia Qing's expression became slightly serious; the Blood-colored Spears brought him an unprecedented sense of pressure.
Even when facing the Saint Sect Disciple, he had never felt this strained...
However, what was even more infuriating was that Lin Qiubai looked relaxed and content, as if he were just playing house.
He clearly did not take Xia Qing seriously at all.
"Asshole! Wait until I defeat you and see if you can still be so calm!"
Xia Qing felt an extreme sense of frustration, gritting his teeth as he raised the King-Ranked Medium-Quality Longsword. A chilling black light gathered frantically at the sword's tip, and a beam of sword energy was slowly expanding, brewing a terrifying killing intent.
"Are you using your strongest move right from the start? That's Xia Qing's signature martial art, A Sword Tempered in Coldness!
It is said that during the fierce battle between Xia Qing and the Saint Sect Disciple, when they were evenly matched, the Saint Sect Disciple nearly lost to this very move!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was astonished.
They never expected such a dangerous confrontation right from the beginning, without even a simple test of strength.
At this moment, they truly recognized Lin Qiubai's power.
Even the Young Master of the Imperial Capital, Xia Qing, did not dare to probe lightly and could only launch a full-scale attack!
As tens of thousands of martial artists stood in shock, Lin Qiubai's Blood Spear collided violently with the chilling Longsword, creating a brilliant storm of Vital Energy that ravaged outward from the point of impact.
Feeling the terror of that Vital Energy storm, tens of thousands of martial artists retreated repeatedly.
They avoided the reckless Vital Energy storm.
Where they had originally stood, the ground was pockmarked with holes the size of a thumb, unfathomably deep...
"The aftermath of their clash might just leave me severely injured..."
Someone sighed. Although they were both in the Yuan Dan Realm, the gap was simply despairing.
"At this moment, can you still remain calm and untroubled?"
Xia Qing had not yet grasped the situation.
However, Lin Qiubai did not blame Xia Qing; after all, his follow-up move was too terrifying for an ordinary martial artist to anticipate.
With this thought, Lin Qiubai's gaze sharpened, and six hundred Blood-colored Spears suddenly appeared in the Void, like ambushers leaping out upon hearing a wine cup drop at a grand banquet, instantly surrounding Xia Qing.
"What?"
Xia Qing's pupils constricted sharply, his heart racing as he looked at the densely packed Blood Spears around him.
Each Blood Spear felt like a thorn in his back.
His breathing grew increasingly rapid, and the hand holding the Longsword began to tremble, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"This..."
Xia Qing's hand shook. He could slash through one of the attacks, but the other three would immediately strike him down, rendering him unable to fight back in an instant.
This was a deadlock that could not be broken.
Unless Xia Qing were currently at the mid-level of the Yuan Dan Realm.
However, Xia Qing was not.
His face flushed with frustration as he sheathed his Longsword.
This action was equivalent to giving up resistance.
Seeing this, Lin Qiubai casually swung a Blood Spear, sending Xia Qing flying over thirty meters.
The remaining six hundred Blood Spears all crashed into the ground.
Li Qu, a third-level martial artist from the Creation Realm, broke out in a cold sweat upon witnessing this.
If this strike landed, the surrounding martial artists would be affected, suffering serious injuries for a hundred days!
Li Qu had no time to think too much.
He shifted his hands, forming a massive shield, and with a flash of his figure, he positioned the shield in front of Blood Battle in Hell.
However, even so, the shield was struck with several cracks.
Immediately after, tens of thousands of martial artists clearly saw that the cracks on the shield were slowly widening... and then, during this collision, it gradually disintegrated.
Standing in front of the Golden Palanquin, Xia Qing witnessed this scene as if struck hard; she wanted to speak but her mind went blank.
The hearts of the surrounding martial artists also twitched violently.
The signature Low-Rank King-Level Martial Arts of the Holy Dragon Guard, when activated by a third-level martial artist from the Creation Realm, should be nearly impossible to break even for someone at the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm, right?
Yet before Lin Qiubai, it appeared pale and powerless...
At this moment, a question arose in the minds of all the martial artists.
So, just how strong is Lin Qiubai's true power?!
When he defeated Xia Qing with a single move, perhaps he didn't even unleash his full strength?
However, Lin Qiubai did not give them the opportunity to witness it.
He sheathed his Spear and waved his sleeve.
"The battle today is over."
After saying this, he turned and walked into the tavern. In his eyes, peers of the same age no longer posed any challenge.
It was quite boring.
The defeated Xia Qing glared at Lin Qiubai's utterly indifferent expression, unable to contain his anger, feeling as if smoke were coming out of his ears.
After all, he was the Young Master of the Imperial Capital! Wasn't defeating him something worth boasting about?
Yet Lin Qiubai showed no reaction at all!
"Damn it! This is the first time I've been so underestimated!"
Xia Qing angrily pounded his fists against the Golden Chariot, causing the seemingly indestructible crossbar to dent under his blows.
...
The most anticipated battle has come to an end.
Everyone was left wanting more, not expecting that the highly anticipated Peak Battle would end so abruptly.
There was no gradual buildup; the outcome was decided in an instant...
This pace of battle was difficult for them to accept.
However, the final intervention from Creation Realm exhilarated them.
Once they returned to their lodgings, the group of martial artists sat cross-legged on their beds.
The brief image of Lin Qiubai being defeated by Xia Qing suddenly resurfaced in their minds.
These martial artists couldn't help but feel their hearts racing, as if enchanted, their blood boiling, and some even struggled to contain the Vital Energy within them.
Those who deeply felt the impact of that battle experienced an inexplicable breakthrough in their bottlenecks that night.
In the sky above the imperial capital, Vital Energy surged and boiled over in an instant, as if a thousand Thunder Dragons had appeared.
Many prominent figures sensed the change and rushed to the highest buildings in the imperial capital, staring at the sky in astonishment.
"What is happening?"
"I don't know, but it's strange. It seems that simultaneously, thirty thousand martial artists above Yuan Dan Realm have broken through."
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