Chapter 164: Clash at Golden Light Peak
by xennovelAtop Golden Light Peak.
Cold winds howled as snowflakes danced wildly!
Little Prince Ji Haihui stood with his hands behind his back on the blue stone plaza atop the mountain. His purple eyes shimmered brilliantly, reminiscent of the mysterious gaze of a hidden dragon in deep waters.
His calm words echoed repeatedly over the plaza.
Even the falling snow seemed stirred into disarray by his overwhelming aura.
Before the Divine Temple, many children listened as Little Prince Ji Haihui bellowed XiXi’s name, and in that moment, they each began to change.
Gong Yuanliang and Gongyang Xiu clenched their fists, their eyes practically bursting with tangible anger.
Is it too much to bully someone simply because he’s a Little Prince?
Even if his cultivation were suppressed to the level of Five-Ban Blood Exchange, his realm would remain unchanged!
And besides, as a Little Prince he naturally possessed deep reserves and a myriad of divine weapons gifted by King Ping Luan. How is that even fair?
“XiXi, don’t agree to his terms! It’s not fair at all—he’s cheating! Shameless!”
Gong Yuanliang, red-faced and fuming, glared at XiXi and said,
Gongyang Xiu kept nodding, “You’re right, Liangliang!”
“Don’t engage! Look at him—if you win, he’ll apologize; but if you lose, you become his maid… What nerve does he have? Don’t agree to his terms! We won’t fight him!” raged Gong Yuanliang.
Gongyang Xiu nodded more fervently, “You’re right, Liangliang!”
Hai Chaosheng watched from the side with disdain at the two would‐be prodigies.
XiXi clearly craved a battle, yet these two had no idea what she truly longed for.
Only Hai Chaosheng understood XiXi’s true pursuit!
XiXi sought combat—to grow stronger in battle and to revel in the exhilaration of fireworks at their peak!
Exactly.
Hai Chaosheng was the same way!
But…
“XiXi! Don’t be fooled! He’s a Little Prince with the blood of King Ping Luan and Ji Mo Li running in his veins. It is said that the bloodline talents of a Martial Saint descendant are immensely powerful! Even when suppressed to the same realm, his strength is unmatched… We won’t fight him!”
Hai Chaosheng clenched his fist and rushed to XiXi’s side, speaking with utmost seriousness.
The chubby kid, continuously stuffing bun after bun into his mouth, watched as Gong Yuanliang, Gongyang Xiu, and Hai Chaosheng performed and pleaded, letting out a cold, derisive laugh.
They were like three mangy dogs!
It was downright embarrassing!
Still, the chubby kid felt that XiXi shouldn’t even take the field—it wasn’t necessary.
That Little Prince… he clearly had impure intentions and a shady background.
The moment he arrived, his eyes locked onto XiXi and… his sister Yun’e!
A truly despicable act!
Moreover, the chubby kid inexplicably sensed that Little Prince Ji Haihui wasn’t just after XiXi—he seemed to have his sights on Yun’e and even Zhou Peng!
A downright scoundrel!
Yun’e said nothing; she simply moved closer to XiXi, grabbed her hand, and gently shook her head.
In a soft voice she gently said, “Little XiXi, don’t compare yourself to him.”
Yun’e’s lovely brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with surprise.
The beast within her stirred, seeming unusually restless under Little Prince Ji Haihui’s aggressive gaze!
Something wasn’t right with this Little Prince!
Nan Lihuo also glanced at XiXi, his gaze gentle, “XiXi, do you want to fight?”
“If you want to battle, there’s no need for that wager—you can cancel it and fight him on your own terms.”
Nan Lihuo raised his hand and ruffled XiXi’s head.
He grew ever fonder of this little disciple with every passing moment.
She truly reminded him of his top disciple from back in the day.
XiXi lifted her head, her eyes sparkling, “Master Zongzhu, don’t worry—I’ll make that brat apologize to you!”
“Father always said that when you gain strength, you must protect those around you from harm! He cursed Master Zongzhu, and XiXi must teach him a lesson!”
XiXi’s chubby face surprisingly turned serious.
She clenched her pudgy little fist, determination blazing in her eyes!
Nan Lihuo was taken aback, his gaze softening even more.
He’d never have dreamed that one day, a four-year-old disciple like XiXi would defend him so fiercely!
In fact, that feeling warmed his once cold heart.
It was like walking alone through an endless, dark winter.
Suddenly, a small child ahead lit a torch, dispelling the chill and revealing a faint light.
That feeling…
Brought an inexplicable flush to Nan Lihuo’s eyes.
He ruffled XiXi’s head.
Then he turned to Taoist Wang Kuyu, “Senior Brother… you must protect my disciple!”
Nan Lihuo stated earnestly.
His white hair whipped in the cold wind, and his solemn, earnest expression left Wang Kuyu momentarily disoriented.
He remembered how, years ago, someone had taken Nan Lihuo by the hand and guided him step by step up the mountain gate to become a disciple.
Before he knew it, Nan Lihuo had transformed from a four-year-old tot into an elderly man with snow-white hair.
Wang Kuyu felt a pang; he knew Nan Lihuo had struggled these many years.
There wasn’t much left he could do for his junior disciple.
Nodding, he said, “Rest assured, Senior Brother, I’ve got this covered.”
With a flick of his dust whip, his hair streaming in the wind, a cold glint appeared in Wang Kuyu’s eyes.
“Besides, with the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference approaching, this Little Prince surely won’t overstep his bounds…”
“After all, as the Temple Spirit Resonance Conference commences, our Divine Sect remains the main force—and the [Yulian Fenghuo Jingguang Wheel] is still in our possession.”
“If the Little Prince goes too far, our Divine Sect can simply refuse to initiate the Conference.”
Wang Kuyu said in a deep voice.
That was the backbone of the Divine Sect.
Nan Lihuo fell silent, shaking his head, “I don’t need that kind of assurance…”
“I need a definite guarantee.”
Wang Kuyu, exasperated, waved his hand, “Alright, alright. Even if I have to go toe-to-toe with Xue Dufu to protect your disciple—even though I’ve told you, Senior, I hate fighting!”
Only then did Nan Lihuo let a smile break through.
Meanwhile, XiXi stepped forward, barely restraining the small gun in her arm.
Yet she remained calm, remembering her father’s advice: when things get tough, don’t panic; take your time, assess the situation, and act only after weighing the pros and cons.
Master Niu Niu had also taught her that in emergencies, staying calm and looking for a chance to strike was key.
XiXi committed those words to heart.
“Just as Liangliang said: if I lose, I become your maid; but if you lose, you merely apologize. This wager is unfair!”
“Change the bet!”
“If you lose, you’ll become my servant!”
“Fair!”
XiXi’s childish, high-pitched voice echoed across the plaza.
With her words spoken,
across the plaza.
Xue Dufu’s eyes suddenly widened as his overwhelming martial will erupted; with one step, the entire plaza trembled.
A pressure as crushing as a mountain surged toward XiXi.
“How dare you!”
“How can a Little Prince make you his servant?! You insolent girl, prepare to be punished!”
But…
Before his martial will could even stir fully, it was completely blocked by the divine barrier generated by Wang Kuyu’s palm.
“Beat her to death! You vulgar brute—all you know is to fight, fight, fight!”
“What’s the matter? If you can’t handle the bet, then withdraw! A wager should be even—you can’t justify an unfair bet simply because he’s a Little Prince. What’s the use of suppressing his cultivation to the level of Five-Ban Blood Exchange? It’s all laughable.”
Wang Kuyu said irritably.
The aura of the Grandmaster erupted suddenly—terrifying and earth-shattering, like a collapsing mountain.
Even XiXi’s face went pale for a moment, clearly startled.
In the distance.
Hundreds of zhang from Golden Light Peak.
Lu Yao’s qi swirled as he, along with Li Che and little Tang Ren, observed the scene coolly.
He glanced at Li Che, a flash of astonishment in his eyes.
“Li Keqing, your daughter… she truly has guts.”
“To think she’d dare let Ji Mo Li’s youngest son be her servant… how daring!”
Li Che’s expression darkened slightly.
What troubled him wasn’t that—it was Xue Dufu, the Grandmaster…
“Dare you shout at XiXi?”
He wouldn’t dare yell at his precious daughter.
But Xue Dufu dared to shout at her!
A killing intent surged in Li Che’s heart—this Grandmaster had already sealed his fate.
He was already plotting how to kill this man.
Lu Yao’s words eased Li Che’s expression slightly, “This isn’t about guts, it’s merely about fairness.”
Li Che’s calm tone left Lu Yao momentarily stunned, a strange glint in his eyes.
Sure enough, like father, like daughter. Li Keqing appeared gentle, but in truth she was a force not to be trifled with.
……
……
Tensions suddenly escalated to a knife-edge.
To think of making Ji Mo Li’s youngest son, descendant of King Ping Luan, a servant?
This…
Who dares speak such words!
Yet many prodigies cast adoring glances toward XiXi.
This is XiXi—Jingguang Mansion’s top sister!
Little Prince Ji Haihui was taken aback, his eerie purple eyes reflecting glimmers like a mirror.
To think he… would become a servant?
Such audacious words—he hadn’t heard anything like this in ages.
So arrogant…
But do you really have the right to be so bold?
Ji Haihui’s gaze grew deep as his qi surged; he was absolutely confident in his own strength.
Under the tutelage of his father, the Martial Saint Ji Mo Li, he was certain he was no weaker than that insignificant little girl.
That fierce confidence made his fighting spirit boil over.
He longed more and more to subdue her himself—to see her sobbing while her divine aura was devoured by his draconic purple gaze…
Just thinking about it…
Made his whole body tremble with uncontrollable excitement.
“Alright…”
“I agree.”
Ji Haihui spoke; in the next moment, with one swift grasp, a dominating Xuan Yin Divine Spear materialized in his hand. He jerked it sharply, unleashing an oppressive sound that tore through the air.
The spear’s tip angled toward the ground as a fierce wind ripped up the accumulated snow.
Blood qi surged from his skin, transforming into crimson flames that engulfed him.
Bang!
With one step, a burst of wind tore behind him, propelling him straight to the center of the plaza.
“Come on.”
“Beat me, and I’ll become your servant.”
Little Prince Ji Haihui said calmly.
As his words faded, his spear swept lightly while his foot stamped down, and the blue stone ground erupted into radiant, spiderweb-like cracks!
“Master Zongzhu, I’m off!”
“I’m going to beat him until he cries; once he’s my servant, I’ll press his head and apologize to Master Zongzhu!”
XiXi declared.
Then, like a gust of wind, she dashed out.
Landing on the plaza, her chubby fingers grasped as the Sevenfold Divine Weapon and Qianyuan Vajra Ring from her neck slid into her hand.
The golden ring spun as XiXi aimed it at the Little Prince.
“Come on!”
XiXi’s chubby little face trembled incessantly.
It was excitement—her little gun in her arm was fired up, though she wasn’t sure how best to control it…
Even though the Little Prince was only five, he towered over XiXi, clutching the Xuan Yin Divine Spear—one of the Six Divinely Crafted Weapons.
Though he couldn’t unleash its full divine might, the mere aura and quality of the weapon granted him a significant advantage.
With the spear’s tip pressed to the blue stone, the Little Prince advanced before suddenly quickening his pace.
The spear’s tip sliced through the blue stone along its path, leaving a trail of scattered sparks!
A dominating, fierce aura surged from him.
It was like a raging divine force, an awe-inspiring pressure born of high-level Divine Essence Technique!
A Five-Elder level Divine Essence Technique!
The force erupted outward, turning the falling snow into a burst of powder.
XiXi looked intently at the Little Prince, whose overwhelming aura charged toward her.
A sudden pressure—the strongest opponent she had ever faced!
Her large eyes remained fixed as she strategized how to prevail!
With a sharp shout, the divine aura around XiXi burst forth—a torrent of nurturing energy like a roaring river!
The Tragic Wind-Fire Dragonfall of the Third Prince!
And also…
The Golden Furnace Fire Glazed Body!
A faint golden flame flickered around XiXi.
She began moving swiftly, her steps so rapid and graceful, brimming with agility!
Before all eyes, the two closed in on each other at breakneck speed!
Even Li Che held his breath in anticipation.
He knew this Little Prince was undoubtedly the strongest opponent XiXi had ever faced.
Not counting her encounter with the Golden Third Prince in the Golden Divine Hall.
Coupled with their wager charged with tension, this battle captivated everyone’s hearts.
Masters from the Jin Guang Branch—Nan Lihuo, Li Qingshan, Zhu Hongdou, Zhang Qingzheng, and others—watched intently.
Even though the duel appeared modest and simple, none dared let down their guard.
It was even tenser than battles of divine vision!
Bang—!
Little Prince Ji Haihui charged wildly, but as XiXi neared within three zhang, he abruptly halted and swept out his spear!
It crashed toward XiXi like a bolt of thunder!
XiXi did not retreat. She hurled her Qianyuan Vajra Ring toward the spear!
First strike—head-on collision!
Then—
A crisp sound wave spread out, accompanied by bursts of tiny sparks.
XiXi struck with her Vajra Ring a dozen times, yet every assault was parried by the Little Prince’s spear.
Technically, the Little Prince was flawless.
He clearly mastered a top-tier spear technique, a true masterpiece of martial arts.
After all, as a Martial Saint descendant, his martial talent was unsurpassed.
Amid the clashing sound of metal, after parrying another of XiXi’s strikes, Ji Haihui raised his eerie purple eyes.
Within those indifferent purple orbs, a flash of wild passion and excitement shone forth.
With a heavy swing of his arm, the air shattered violently, sending a fierce gust like a venomous dragon charging toward XiXi’s chest!
XiXi’s Vajra Ring ensnared the spear; with a sudden twist and press, it bent the spear into an exaggerated arc.
The power erupting from her small frame made a strange glimmer flash in Ji Haihui’s eyes!
But…
Who isn’t born with divine strength?
Yet, aside from sheer power…
The Xuan Yin Divine Spear spun wildly, whirring at high speed as countless glints burst forth!
It was as if countless dragons were simultaneously writhing their claws and lashing out!
“Martial Saint’s Ultimate Technique… Wanlong Fushen!”
Little Prince Ji Haihui stepped forward, bent his knee, and gripped his spear tightly as innumerable furious dragon shapes surged toward XiXi!
The Qianyuan Vajra Ring was suddenly flung aside.
XiXi retreated swiftly, and the ground erupted around her, as if pierced by countless holes from the spear!
Yet XiXi felt a slight chill run through her, and her chubby face revealed a trace of surprise.
The spear-dragon embedded in the ground erupted fiercely beneath her feet, encasing her like a cage!
And as she continued to withdraw, it closed in immediately!
So powerful!
Martial Saint’s Ultimate Technique…
Even though Little Prince Ji Haihui had barely scratched the surface—never even reaching the beginner’s level—its power was truly terrifying!
The pressure was so immense that XiXi struggled to breathe!
Her Golden Furnace Fire Glazed Body boosted her speed dramatically; with a flick of her fingers, a resounding blade of light pierced forth!
The Xuan Lei Jin Guang Sha Sword!
Its light scattered as it collided with the spear-dragon, accompanied by relentless explosive sounds.
XiXi dashed out from the smoke, gasping for breath.
Her face, streaked with dust, looked rather disheveled.
The Little Prince stood tall, his posture as fierce as a roaring dragon, his blood surging and fighting spirit igniting!
“Ha ha ha! Come on! Fight me!”
Bang!
With a sweeping gesture of his spear—as if countless furious dragons ruled the sky, accounting for every aspect of XiXi’s movement—she was forced into a head-on clash!
……
……
Hundreds of zhang away.
In utmost silence, white snow fell quietly.
Lu Yao watched as Ji Haihui displayed his spear technique, a flash of astonishment and solemnity in his eyes.
“One of King Ping Luan Ji Mo Li’s Four Martial Saint Ultimate Techniques… Wanlong Fushen!”
“Dubbed the unsurpassed Martial Saint Ultimate Technique—Wanlong Fushen—it applies to sword, spear, blade, or hammer alike, without restriction!”
“Ji Mo Li passed this technique on to his eldest son, yet who would have thought that Little Prince Ji Haihui could also master it.”
“Though he hasn’t fully entered its realm, the sheer power of his move indicates he’s close. Once mastered, a Martial Saint’s Ultimate Technique is on par with any Grandmaster’s skill!”
Lu Yao exclaimed in admiration.
His focus was on Divine Essence Technique; while he also cultivated martial prowess, it paled next to his divine might.
Yet his insight was sharp.
“Martial Saint’s Ultimate Technique?”
Li Che’s eyes darkened.
Sure enough, when comparing XiXi and Ji Haihui—descendants of Martial Saints—the disparity lay in their foundational strength.
In Divine Essence, XiXi had acquired the Five-Elder Nurturing Method from the Golden Divine Hall, nearly matching Ji Haihui.
But in martial arts, the gap was enormous.
“After all, his father is a Martial Saint…”
Li Che felt a pang of self-reproach at that moment.
His father simply wasn’t strong enough!
Not strong enough to support your arrogance!
Relying on your father… he’s holding you back.
Sooner or later, Li Che vowed to develop his own Martial Saint Ultimate Technique so XiXi wouldn’t fall behind!
……
……
The dragon’s roar exploded, and countless spear glints transformed into dragon silhouettes, shadowing his every move!
XiXi, propelled by her Golden Furnace Fire Glazed Body, dashed rapidly, trying to break free.
But she found it exceedingly difficult.
Determined, XiXi clenched her fingers, seized the Xuan Lei Jin Guang Sha Sword, and swung it fiercely!
Thunder roared! The Xuan Lei exploded!
A horizontal slash!
After slicing through several spear glints and dragon shapes, XiXi discarded the Jin Guang Sha Sword to create distance.
She knew that in terms of martial arts, she couldn’t outmatch the Little Prince.
The gap was just too vast!
The intricacy and overwhelming pressure of a Martial Saint Ultimate Technique were simply beyond compare!
All XiXi could do was…
Launch fireworks!
Who said traps couldn’t be used?
Traps… what’s the difference from divine weapons?
Bang!
Her Fire Glazed Body tore through the plaza, leaving trails of fiery afterimages.
Then, one after another, Muduya burst forth as XiXi hoisted her Xiangong Gatling!
She unleashed it at full power!
Everything was different now—the state had changed!
XiXi’s eyes widened in excitement, her gaze spreading like inkblots.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Flames erupted as countless beams of golden light tore through the air!
Several spear silhouettes were instantly shattered by the golden light!
They burst in mid-air, erupting into blooming golden fireworks!
Smoke and shockwaves rolled out relentlessly!
Little Prince Ji Haihui’s eyes narrowed, “What is this?”
He retracted his spear and began darting rapidly!
But after dodging only a few of the wing-beating black crows, he could no longer evade them!
After all, he could only muster the power of Five-Ban Blood Exchange; evading the speed of Muduya was proving difficult.
His spear swung violently, whirling in a wild dance before him.
Bang, bang, bang!
Explosive fireworks instantly engulfed Little Prince Ji Haihui!
“Ha ha ha ha! Fireworks explosion!”
XiXi’s eyes dazzled as she advanced relentlessly; her Fire Glazed Body accelerated to nearly form a circular barrage around Ji Haihui!
You may have the Martial Saint Ultimate Technique passed down from your father!
But I have the trap—cannon—taught by Master Niu Niu!!!
The situation shifted in an instant.
Xue Dufu’s eyes narrowed, and the six black-armored soldiers beside him wore expressions as cold as ice.
Before the Divine Temple.
Hai Chaosheng clenched his fist while Gong Yuanliang and Gongyang Xiu embraced excitedly.
Lu Chi looked on in stunned silence—XiXi had grown so formidable.
The chubby kid munched on buns, utterly amazed.
Young yet extraordinarily beautiful, Yun’e frowned, remaining completely alert!
“Not won yet,”
They all knew that XiXi possessed this trap technique.
But…
Even though the trap cannon was incredibly powerful, didn’t Little Prince Ji Haihui know?
XiXi had made her name with the trap cannon countless times, and since Ji Haihui came to pay his respects, he surely was aware of it.
So…
He shouldn’t be caught off-guard!
Yet XiXi cared not if he was ready—the fireworks kept on coming!
The entire plaza filled with thick, rolling black smoke as shockwaves and roaring winds spread relentlessly.
Lu Yao looked dumbfounded, surprised at the sudden change in battle style.
Beside him, Tang Ren trembled with excitement.
“Muduya… this is Muduya! But it’s been upgraded—the power is entirely different! Far stronger, and even the launching mechanism has been modified…”
“This upgrade is nothing short of genius!”
Tang Ren’s voice trembled with excitement; seeing his Tang Clan’s mechanism shine, he felt moved to tears.
At that moment, as he watched XiXi endlessly fire her fireworks, his eyes shone with unprecedented admiration!
They shared a common passion!
Li Che instantly caught the scent of Yellow-Haired.
He shot Tang Ren a sidelong glance, squinting.
“Too bad—the trap technique is good, but… still not enough. Li Keqing, your daughter might lose.”
Lu Yao folded his arms behind him, hovering in the air as he sighed softly.
Li Che furrowed his brow and surveyed the field.
……
……
XiXi’s fireworks just wouldn’t stop!
Explosions roared as one Muduya after another swelled and burst, scattering lethal fragments everywhere!
XiXi’s laughter echoed eerily among the exploding fireworks!
Suddenly.
A powerful gust surged from the heart of the explosions!
“Damn it—!!!”
“You’ve completely pissed me off, girl!”
A burst of purple light erupted, then sliced through the billowing smoke like endless spear glints.
Yet XiXi continued unleashing her fireworks.
But the endless purple light illuminated her eyes—she saw a gigantic, imposing purple dragon!
This purple dragon bore no scales, only a tangle of intricate divine patterns!
As the purple dragon appeared, its presence sent invisible waves of light forth from its eerie gaze!
Within that purple aura, Little Prince Ji Haihui looked rather disheveled—his once luxurious clothes in disarray—while a brilliant armor shielded him from the Muduya barrage.
But that disheveled look was something Ji Haihui could not stand.
Clutching his silver spear, with a purple dragon silhouette swirling about him, his eyes shone with such dazzling purple light that it nearly dominated the entire plaza!
Before the Divine Temple.
Nan Lihuo and Wang Kuyu turned pale in shock.
“Is this… a bloodline talent?!”
Wang Kuyu furrowed his brow and began incanting, ready to intervene.
Nan Lihuo’s expression darkened; his fingers clenched and relaxed repeatedly…
A hundred zhang away.
Li Che’s eyes narrowed in concentration.
“Bloodline talent?”
Lu Yao murmured quietly.
But before he could explain, the situation shifted once more.
Phantasmal purple dragons intertwined around, like the divine vision of a seer, collectively deflecting the blazing explosions and shockwaves of the Muduya!
And the Little Prince’s eyes turned eerily as his body transformed, his flesh solidifying like steel and emitting eerie specks of purple light.
With one step, the blue bricks exploded and crumbled into deep pits.
And a gigantic purple dragon, riding on the Little Prince’s mad dash, descended with a speed approaching that of a true Grandmaster!
Fast!
Too fast!
Yet XiXi’s dazzling eyes held not a trace of fear!
“Come on!”
After a childish, high-pitched shout,
XiXi relentlessly fired Muduya after Muduya!
The six metallic barrels of the Xiangong Gatling spun continuously, unleashing beams of golden fire at breakneck speed.
Explosion after explosion lit up the plaza!
That purple dragon shadow darted in with incredible speed; even when bracing against the cannon barrage, a slight stumble only made it charge again!
The gap between them kept closing!
Closing in!
As it inched ever closer to XiXi.
Li Che’s heart tensed, his fingers parting as if ready to grasp something next to XiXi.
Suddenly.
Li Che sensed something…
A strange glimmer flashed in his eyes.
The grip in his hand loosened involuntarily.
He watched as that transformed into a bizarre purple dragon, like a monstrous beast, charging toward Little Prince Ji Haihui near XiXi.
His eyes grew increasingly unsettled.
Yes…
Is that a dragon?
Though a bit ugly…
It did indeed seem to be a dragon.
……
……
It’s over!
At that moment, Ji Haihui’s heart burned with wild rage—as if he wanted to tear the girl in front of him to shreds.
Every time he tapped into his bloodline talent, he felt a terrifying force threatening to devour his will.
It made him transform into a frenzied, raging mad dragon!
His father had said it was because he hadn’t yet mastered control over his bloodline talent.
He needed to learn to command his Dragon God Purple Gaze rather than be controlled by it!
But at that moment… Ji Haihui didn’t care anymore!
He cared about nothing!
He wanted to win!
He had to win!
He was determined to devour the purple divine aura of Li Nuǎnxi!
It was an immensely powerful greed—a fierce, all-consuming will transmitted by the Dragon God Purple Gaze!
Boom!
With a fierce throw, he launched his spear.
XiXi, wielding her Xiangong Gatling and with her Fire Glazed Body flashing, evaded the blow.
The spear hammered into the ground, carving a deep pit as it trembled while lodged.
But that spear throw left XiXi no time to dodge Ji Haihui’s next wave of attack!
Enveloped in swirling purple dragon shadows, Ji Haihui landed right before XiXi.
His eerie purple gaze burst forth with dazzling brilliance!
“It’s over…”
“I’ve got you now!”
Yet what made the eerie, purple-gazing Ji Haihui pause slightly was…
Even as he unleashed his bloodline talent and donned the might of the Dragon God, XiXi showed not the slightest fear.
In her eyes, there even sparkled a hint of excitement!
She fixed her gaze on Ji Haihui.
“I can’t control it anymore!”
Then, XiXi’s Xiangong Gatling clattered to the ground.
Her arm grew searingly hot as a strand of purple flame instantly wrapped around her chubby, lotus-like arm!
It was like a purple-fire flood dragon spitting fire!
As if an ancient mythic weapon had awakened from eons of slumber, releasing divine power and merging it seamlessly with her arm.
Her eyes blazed with purple flames.
A divine emblem resembling a serpentine spear of purple fire formed between her brows.
In that moment, her small frame seemed elevated, as if she were looking down upon the Dragon God-entwined Ji Haihui.
“You little mudfish…”
“How dare you be so arrogant!”
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