Chapter 371: The Fifth Ring and the Savage Oath

The Fifth Ring is designed for savages!

It exists to annihilate savages along with you!

“Are you a savage?”

He asked with an earnest, warm smile that betrayed a rare seriousness.

Stone Xuan, battered and broken all over, still possessed one desperate trump card—a suicidal technique. Detonating the Fifth Ring would mean his certain death.

Maybe triggering the Fifth Ring would unleash a fearsome power, but in a contest Stone Xuan saw no need for it.

To him, holding back was a deliberate choice.

Stone Xuan was plucked from the ruins of a village, crushed under the iron cavalry of the Da Li savages, a dying baby rescued from oblivion.

That very spark of life was what had kept him going all these years.

From childhood, he knew his origins. The True Martial Divine Sect’s leader, Shi Jian, never hid a child’s past. He would take them back to the lands where they were born and witness villages trampled into ruins by savage cavalry, where countless bones lay buried.

Years later, those ruins might be overgrown with weeds and dusted with yellow soil, yet the desolation and seething hatred would forever kindle a burning flame within every True Martial disciple.

Stone Xuan swore an oath—to slaughter every savage.

To avenge his blood-bound parents and the ruined village of his birth.

No one could ever excuse his rage. Stone Xuan was born to kill savages.

His entire life had been about eradicating them!

And his Fifth Ring—no one but savages was ever meant to witness it!

Tick by tick, thin streams of pale-gold blood dripped steadily onto the stone floor of Baiyu Square.

Every wound on Stone Xuan oozed blood incessantly.

In his grasp, the long halberd trembled violently, its blade quivering with every pulse of pain.

Behind him, a shrine connected seamlessly to his spine transmitted overwhelming divine power—the same power that Zhang Yunlong wielded, its edge nearly brushing the halberd’s tip.

Baiyu Square lay in a profound hush.

Stone Xuan’s words stirred murmurs; many sighed in resigned understanding.

The True Martial Divine Sect—stationed at Tongyou Road, fighting Da Li savages day in, day out, with broken homes and lost lives the norm.

What was left for the savages—

“Are you a savage?”

Stone Xuan’s words hit like a sledgehammer, sending ripples through many hearts.

In the Banquet Area.

Shi Jian, the leader of the True Martial Divine Sect, sighed deeply.

Lü Taibai’s silver hair whipped in the air; the Taibai Sword hidden in his sleeve rang out as if heralding fate.

His eyes filled with wistful melancholy.

He recalled the time he journeyed to the True Martial Divine Sect at True Martial Mountain, facing savage cavalry head on with countless disciples by his side.

He remembered the bloodstained battlefields where many True Martial disciples perished without return.

True Martial never lacked disciples; yet, they were hard to come by since aside from Tongyou Road, few would join their ranks.

Most disciples of the True Martial Divine Sect, led by Shi Jian and the elders, roamed Tongyou Road searching for refugee villagers and surviving orphans hidden among ravaged settlements.

Li Che’s eyes glimmered with quiet emotion.

In Stone Xuan’s words, he imagined the day he took the field, facing Da Li savages head on, relentlessly unleashing every ounce of power regardless of life or death.

That was the conviction of the True Martial Divine Sect.

It burned like an untamed wildfire.

Fierce and all-consuming, it aimed to engulf the Da Li royal court in flames!

One might think that the Great Realm and the Da Li royal court could reconcile someday, their handshake ushering world peace.

But the True Martial Divine Sect and Da Li would never see such reconciliation.

In Li Che’s arms, XiXi’s eyes fluttered with quiet sparks as even her slow, deliberate chewing on a chicken leg betrayed her anxious mood.

She seemed to understand—yet also remain puzzled.

“Father, why didn’t Stone Xuan detonate his trump card? If he had, he might have secured victory—and even earned a Nine-Thousand-Year Peach?”

XiXi tilted her head, unable to hold back her question.

Li Che ruffled her hair and briefly explained the bitter bond and ancient grudge between the Da Li and the True Martial Divine Sect, and why Stone Xuan refrained from using the Fifth Ring.

Why did Stone Xuan choose not to unleash the Fifth Ring?

“Was it that detonating it would have killed him? Was Stone Xuan simply afraid of dying?”

XiXi asked earnestly.

Beside them, Lü Taibai shook his head and glanced at XiXi. In a low voice he said, “Triggering the Fifth Ring might well cost him his life. But it isn’t fear of death—it’s the dread that even that long-saved power might not be enough to slay the savages…”

Lü Taibai offered no further explanation.

For XiXi had never witnessed the bitter hatred between the True Martial Divine Sect and the Da Li savages, and so struggled to understand his words.

He’d tried his best, but XiXi’s sheltered life meant the depth of those grudges remained foreign to her.

Lü Taibai already contemplated finding a proper moment to talk with Li Che about letting XiXi gain some field experience.

Yet for now, he stayed silent.

Baiyu Square sank into a somber quiet.

Suddenly…

In the central dueling zone of the square,

a low, mocking laugh drifted through the air—a laugh filled with disdain and a hint of amusement.

It came from none other than Zhang Yunlong.

Suspended in midair, Zhang Yunlong levitated as swirling water rippled beneath him.

Raindrops plummeting from above were distorted by an unseen force—each droplet defied contact with any flesh.

His azure dao robe clung tightly to him as he leaned back slightly, his eyes darkening with barely concealed displeasure.

“I am not a savage,” he declared.

“But you—do you look down on me?”

“Do you think I’m unworthy?”

Zhang Yunlong raised two fingers, pressing against the halberd. In the next heartbeat, he flicked them sharply.

Boom!

A resounding explosion, like an ancient bronze bell struck with immense force, spread shockwaves in rippling circles. The force remade the puddles beneath the feet into creased patterns.

Stone Xuan felt a torrent of divine power surge along his halberd.

In an instant, his palms burst outward as flesh and bone shattered into fragments.

The halberd trembled violently before its tip, now ensnared by divine energy, ripped free from Stone Xuan’s grip and tore through his chest!

The long halberd plunged deep into his flesh.

Stone Xuan coughed up blood as his body shuddered violently, his already failing vitality completely shattered by the brutal force.

Zhang Yunlong counterattacked with cold cruelty, his mocking gaze unmistakable.

“For the savages? When facing a formidable foe, you should unleash your full might. You respected the savages enough to spare them—but you despise me?”

He sneered.

“Then keep your trump card and go die!”

A chill, murderous intent spread through the air like a winter storm, turning even the recently warmed spring rain icy.

At that moment, Zhang Yunlong stepped forward midair.

The shrine behind him burst into radiant brilliance.

In the next heartbeat, overwhelming divine energy gushed forth from the shrine, roiling like a tempest above Baiyu Square.

He snapped his five fingers.

In response, barrage after barrage of palm-sized swords burst forth, piercing Stone Xuan’s body as though entangled by celestial threads.

Accompanied by the fierce cry of a soaring swallow, the flying swords cut through the air with a chorus of eerie tones.

Even as Stone Xuan clung to life with the halberd piercing him, he refused to surrender. Gritting his teeth, blood streaming from his mouth and nostrils, he yanked out the embedded weapon, his body shaking in futile defiance.

But the next moment…

Like swallows returning home, a flurry of palm-sized flying swords rained down, each impact shrouding the air in a dense mist of blood.

Stone Xuan’s body staggered and buckled repeatedly, each collapse punctuated by the relentless assault of the flying swords.

Zhang Yunlong hovered in the air, the shrine looming behind him as if an endless cascade of divine power rained down, rendering him almost godlike in stature.

This transcendent warrior, a defiant fighter amid chaos, commanded a scene of stark brutality—

that plunged Baiyu Square into a deathly silence punctuated only by raindrops and the sickening sound of flesh being torn by blades.

“Enough!”

A dispassionate voice suddenly rang out, as a sword aura hummed through the air.

At once, the cluster of palm-sized flying swords Zhang Yunlong had lined up froze mid-flight, unable to move an inch.

A chilling, fearsome sword intent swept over like a trembling wind, stirring even the heart.

Zhang Yunlong glanced over and caught sight of Lü Taibai in the Qianyuan Divine Sect Banquet Area, his silver hair streaming as he flicked a slender sword aura. In that moment, even Zhang Yunlong seemed to lose his grip on maintaining his blade’s energy.

Shi Jian, seated regally, his expression ice-cold, broke the tense silence.

“You’ve already won. There’s no need to further torment a warrior whose sole purpose is to slay savages,” Lü Taibai said coolly.

Zhang Yunlong shot Lü Taibai a wry smile as his robe fluttered in the spring breeze. Bowing slightly, he remarked, “So it’s Master Taibai who has stepped in…”

“But as a participant of the Young Dragon Championship, someone of your stature making a move against a rookie like me is rather laughable.”

“Sharp-tongued as always.”

Lü Taibai shook his head, too amused to reply.

Meanwhile, Eunuch Lian of the Purple-Clad Diao Si materialized like a flash in Baiyu Square, retrieving a precious pill which he forced into Stone Xuan’s mouth.

The medicine was meant to stabilize his wounds and accelerate recovery.

Stone Xuan was a formidable True Martial fighter whose body regenerated at a visible pace.

Yet Zhang Yunlong’s savage tactics imbued with divine power overwhelmed his natural defenses.

“Winner: Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s First Young Dragon, Zhang Yunlong.”

“You will receive a Seven-Thousand-Year Peach. Do you choose to continue to the Fifth Round for the title of Dragon King?

If you press on, this Seven-Thousand-Year Peach will be sacrificed; victory will earn you a Nine-Thousand-Year Peach, but defeat means you lose the Seven-Thousand-Year Peach.”

Eunuch Lian stated matter-of-factly.

One after another, palm-sized sword blades stowed themselves back into the Peach Wood Sword Casket. Zhang Yunlong smiled serenely, “Of course, I will continue.”

Turning his gaze toward the Qianyuan Divine Sect Banquet Area, with both sleeves filled with swirling wind, he remarked coolly, “Li Nuǎnxi, right? I can’t wait to see what secret power you harbor—enough to challenge my Purple Mansion Divine Sect?”

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Yunlong’s eyes.

Zhang Yunhuang’s defeat by XiXi had taken him by surprise, compounded by Master Zhang Wuji’s scathing commentary.

Curiosity and brutality surged within him in equal measure.

“I hope… you won’t disappoint me. Show me your true technique,” he declared, locking his eyes on the little girl clutching a chicken leg.

XiXi’s eyes blazed as she ground her teeth, as if prepared to crush the very bone of that chicken leg.

“This guy is really despicable!”

What incensed her even more was how Zhang Yunlong, knowing Stone Xuan had long lost any chance to fight back, persisted in unleashing flying swords to humiliate him.

Her anger boiled over at the sight.

With explanations from Lü Taibai and Li Che, XiXi finally grasped the hardships faced by the True Martial disciples.

Zhang Yunlong’s robe fluttered as he returned to the Purple Mansion Divine Sect Banquet Area.

Master Zhang Wuji, clad in a purple robe, shot Zhang Yunlong a cold glance.

Zhang Yunlong bowed and said, “Master, I have triumphed in the Young Dragon Championship. If Brother Zhang Yunhu wins his bout as well, I suppose he should simply forgo the contest for the title. That way, having secured a Seven-Thousand-Year Peach and a Nine-Thousand-Year Peach, we truly come out on top.”

Master Zhang Wuji sat in the Grandmaster Chair, his gaze sweeping slowly over Zhang Yunlong.

That penetrating look left Zhang Yunlong feeling inexplicably pressured.

“You went too far this time,” Master Zhang Wuji said flatly.

The words struck Zhang Yunlong like a physical blow.

“I don’t know where I overstepped—I only wanted to see your true trump card. To give your all should be a sign of respect,” he retorted stubbornly.

Master Zhang Wuji simply shook his head and waved him off.

Bowing once more, Zhang Yunlong turned and retreated to his table.

Perhaps Stone Xuan, the True Martial warrior, was worthy of respect—but hadn’t he earned Zhang Yunlong’s as well?

Facing a superior, a weaker man’s wholehearted defiance was the only true form of respect.

In Divine Capital Third City,

the entire City Tower slowly came back to life, bursting into a noisy uproar.

Many sighed over the formidable might of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect. Stone Xuan of the True Martial Divine Sect was truly impressive—a fifteen-year-old prodigy who had already reached the pinnacle of the Three Flowers Realm, an almost unheard-of achievement.

Yet he had still been defeated by Zhang Yunlong.

“Only one match remains in the Fourth Round: Li Nuǎnxi of Qianyuan Divine Sect versus the second Young Dragon of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect. This bout—

—should be hardly a surprise, right?”

“If Li Nuǎnxi could beat the third Young Dragon, the second, Zhang Yunhu, is clearly far stronger. Frankly, I didn’t even understand how Li Nuǎnxi won her last match.”

“Yeah, she just won out of the blue. How could she win twice without any clear reason?”

Many cultivators discussed among themselves, their bets on XiXi leaving them crestfallen.

Zhang Yunlong’s display of power was simply outrageous. Stone Xuan had unleashed everything he had, surviving countless battles, yet lost in a pitiful, near-crushing defeat.

Some felt frustrated and furious but were at a loss for words.

“It seems this Young Dragon Championship will once again feature the two young prodigies of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect vying for the title. Sigh.”

“The First Divine Sect truly deserves its title—the best of the best.”

Sighs echoed continuously.

Spring rain poured in torrents from dark clouds, punctuated by distant thunder that rumbled like a sprawling spider web overhead.

In Qianyuan Divine Sect’s Banquet Area,

XiXi devoured the last morsel of chicken leg, her entire being pulsing with restless energy.

Anger burned inside her at Zhang Yunlong’s unabashed arrogance.

How dare he be so cocky!

Even though victory was certain and Stone Xuan had no strength left, Zhang Yunlong continued slashing with his blades, each strike an act of humiliation, forcing Stone Xuan to use that final, desperate technique.

Stone Xuan had declared that his trump card was meant for the savages—a last-resort method to obliterate the Da Li savages!

“Father, it’s my turn now!”

XiXi declared energetically, wiping the grease from her lips as she stood, chin raised and chest out, her little belly puffed with determination.

Her twin braids shot upward like divine spears ready to tear through the void.

In an instant, all eyes converged on XiXi.

This match could very well be the final bout of the Young Dragon Championship. If XiXi lost, knowing the Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s volatile nature, Zhang Yunhu might forfeit the title, ensuring the possession of two peaches.

Of course, if XiXi triumphed, it would be even more astounding.

But against the formidable second Young Dragon of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect—how could XiXi prevail?

Yet many recalled how Li Nuǎnxi defeated Zhang Yunhuang, and hope stirred in their hearts.

National Teacher Xie Yunshen, sipping warm green plum wine, laughed and said, “Let’s have a proper look at how this little girl manages to win.”

Her previous victory against Zhang Yunhuang had unfolded so quickly that even National Teacher Xie Yunshen hadn’t seen it clearly.

It was as if XiXi concealed a secret power within her.

This piqued his curiosity.

Elsewhere, clad in dark heavy armor and exuding a domineering aura, Ji Mo Li glowered at the scene.

Both the Emperor and the Empress directed their gazes toward the fray.

Every Divine Sect leader was eager to see what power lay hidden within XiXi—the strength that could overcome Zhang Yunhuang and the divine essence of the Temple Spirit’s shrine.

Two streams of divine power collided above Baiyu Square.

Then, like the crash of an ancient bell struck by a peerless warrior, a tumultuous roar filled the air, booming relentlessly!

“Match Four – Round Two: Li Nuǎnxi of Qianyuan Divine Sect vs. Zhang Yunhu of Purple Mansion Divine Sect,”

Eunuch Lian’s sharp words tore through the rain, echoing across Baiyu Square.

From the Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s side, the imposing Zhang Yunhu stood, his eyes blazing with fury.

Li Nuǎnxi—the little girl who had bested Zhang Yunhuang—had now dared to defeat her? Could Zhang Yunhu crush her utterly?

Boom!

With one heavy step, Zhang Yunhu stomped down. A surge of divine energy exploded outward, sweeping away the puddles to reveal a vast empty space.

Like a cannonball, he launched himself into the dueling zone of Baiyu Square as spring rain fell in torrents, yet was forcefully torn asunder by Zhang Yunhu’s dominating power.

Zhang Yunhu’s entrance was far removed from the graceful styles of Zhang Yunlong or Zhang Yunhuang.

He carried the raw, overpowering force of a warrior—rugged and commanding.

Standing in the center of Baiyu Square, the ruined stones slowly mended themselves as if by magic.

Zhang Yunhu’s eyes exploded with ferocity, resembling a tiger descending a mountain as he fixed his gaze on the direction of the Qianyuan Divine Sect Banquet Area.

“Li Nuǎnxi, come!”

Zhang Yunhu roared, his voice thundering like a tiger’s growl that shattered raindrops along its path.

“Father, Mother, Master! XiXi is in the fray!”

XiXi wrinkled her nose, glanced back at Li Che and the others, then spoke with unexpected resolve.

Li Che, seated comfortably behind the main banquet table, smiled and said, “Father has prepared some backup for you. Use it well.”

“You should know how to use it, right?”

XiXi’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded vigorously.

Li Che grinned. Even if she didn’t know how to use it, it didn’t matter—she had her father by her side!

XiXi pulled out a Qian Kun Jade and, focusing intently, her chubby face burst into radiant dimples and an even brighter smile.

With a thundering stomp, sparks flew as two Yulian Fenghuo Jingguang Wheels began spinning at high speed.

Striding atop one wheel, XiXi tore through the rain, hurtling toward Baiyu Square.

Her clothes whipped in the spring wind as she stood with arms crossed, looking down imperiously at Zhang Yunhu.

Zhang Yunhu glowered at XiXi with a wild, almost inhuman intensity—a gaze so fierce it set her teeth on edge and ignited her anger.

In the Banquet Area, Li Che squinted, sensing Zhang Yunhu’s malicious intent.

Yet, this was just a contest.

Li Che’s heart stirred as his inner 【Xiangong】 Dao Fruit pulsed fiercely; a white, pure energy was channeled through the Feilei Chess Piece and surged into XiXi.

Empowered by the 【Xiangong】, mechanisms operated flawlessly!

Li Che delicately grasped a cup and took a sip of refreshing wine.

Time to give him a proper blast!

The duel between Li Nuǎnxi and Zhang Yunhu was about to begin.

The clamor in Third City fell silent as every eye fixed on Baiyu Square.

This match drew far more attention than the previous clash between Stone Xuan and Zhang Yunlong!

After all, this bout would essentially close the Young Dragon Championship and decide the fate of the coveted Nine-Thousand-Year Peach!

Spring rain cascaded from the dark clouds—a biting chill that could not douse the fervor burning in every cultivator’s heart!

Eunuch Lian of Purple-Clad Diao Si glanced at XiXi and then at Zhang Yunhu.

Then, almost as if swept by the wind, he stepped back and vanished.

Baiyu Square was completely yielded to the two prodigies.

Zhang Yunhu’s eyes narrowed as he snapped his fingers and, in a heartbeat, a massive, intricately carved blade materialized on his back.

The giant blade, etched with complex divine symbols, radiated terrifying energy, its red-hot blood and surging divine power roiling like a pillar of flame thrusting into the sky.

Fierce, unbridled, and overwhelmingly intense, its searing heat enveloped the entirety of Baiyu Square!

“This is the pinnacle of Divine Martial Arts!”

Shi Jian squinted, marveling.

If pure martial cultivation meant stripping away divine power in pursuit of unblemished martial skill, then Zhang Yunhu’s art fused both to the extreme.

Although his martial cultivation lagged behind Stone Xuan’s—he hadn’t reached the top Three Flowers Realm—Zhang Yunhu was a prodigy nonetheless, a born warrior.

Still, Zhang Yunhu was confident he could crush Li Nuǎnxi, even before unleashing his ultimate technique!

Clenching his grip on the massive blade handle, he swung it with explosive force, unleashing a barrage of cutting wind that roared like a massive tidal wave.

A sudden burst of crimson light from his furrowed brow heralded the rising divine energy as the shrine behind him flared, chains cascading down and burrowing into his spine, channeling an unbridled surge of Temple Spirit power into him!

Whoosh!

The wind screamed as the blade was swung with ferocious might!

The heavy, decisive blade aura surged upward like a column from the earth, dominating Baiyu Square with its overpowering presence!

“Purple Mansion Divine Sect—Domineering Blade!”

Zhang Yunhu leaned forward as if crashing through a storm, his enormous blade slicing ferociously across the square.

The perfectly leveled Baiyu stone tiles were cleaved into deep furrows by that colossal swing!

Meanwhile, XiXi’s Yulian Fenghuo Jingguang Wheel roared with sparks, spinning at breakneck speed as it propelled her upward.

Rising straight into the sky, she glanced down at Zhang Yunhu from her elevated vantage.

Zhang Yunhu’s gaze, burning with savage intent, was unlike the elegant demeanor of Zhang Yunlong or Zhang Yunhuang; it was raw, predatory, almost as if he wished to tear her limb from limb.

Inside the Banquet Area, Li Che squinted, fully aware of the vicious malice in Zhang Yunhu’s eyes.

Yet, this was merely a contest.

Li Che’s heart skipped as the 【Xiangong】 Dao Fruit pulsed fiercely in his chest, channeling a white energy through the Feilei Chess Piece into XiXi.

The 【Xiangong】 power surged—mechanisms whirring with precision!

Li Che took another sip of his cool wine.

The duel between Li Nuǎnxi and Zhang Yunhu was about to ignite.

The once noisy Third City was now completely silent, every eye fixed on Baiyu Square.

This showdown carried the weight of the championship—its conclusion would decide the fate of the Nine-Thousand-Year Peach!

Spring rain poured in torrents from the leaden clouds, its icy sting unable to quench the burning ardor in every cultivator’s heart!

Eunuch Lian of Purple-Clad Diao Si cast one last glance at XiXi and Zhang Yunhu before disappearing like a whisper on the wind.

And so, the stage belonged entirely to the two prodigies.

Zhang Yunhu’s eyes hardened as he snapped his fingers. In a heartbeat, an enormous broadsword appeared on his back—its massive blade covered in intricate, rune-like carvings, pulsing with fiery, red energy and overwhelming divine force!

Blazing, wild, and engulfing Baiyu Square in searing heat, it was the embodiment of ultimate divine martial prowess!

“This… is the epitome of Divine Martial Arts!”

Shi Jian squinted, impressed.

If pure martial cultivation stripped away divine power for unadulterated martial might, then Zhang Yunhu’s technique—merging both to perfection—was on another level.

Though his skills lagged behind Stone Xuan’s, having not reached the top Three Flowers Realm, Zhang Yunhu remained a formidable prodigy. He was confident he could shatter even the might of a divine master like Li Nuǎnxi!

Snapping his fingers, he gripped the hilt of his giant broadsword—a blade as massive as a fan—and swung it violently as a gale roared.

At that moment, a brilliant glow erupted from his brow, as if red dates had burst forth with light, and the shrine behind him surged upward, a chain lashing down into his spine, channeling torrent upon torrent of Temple Spirit power!

Whoosh!

The wind howled as his blade sliced through the air!

A colossal wave of blade aura erupted, towering like a column over Baiyu Square, fierce and dominating!

“Purple Mansion Divine Sect—Domineering Blade!”

Zhang Yunhu lunged forward like a force of nature, his massive broadsword cleaving through the square with unstoppable might.

The smooth white stone tiles were gouged into deep trenches!

And XiXi, riding her blazing Yulian Fenghuo Jingguang Wheel, rocketed upward with countless sparks, her body launching straight into the sky!

Amid the chaos, Li Che’s gaze tightened as the 【Xiangong】 surged within him, and the Feilei Chess Pieces gathered densely around XiXi like a protective aura.

Then, one by one, those chess pieces—hundreds of them—flared with divine energy, swirling densely around her.

A cascade of white Feilei Chess Pieces erupted!

Hundreds upon hundreds of them!

XiXi’s eyes shone brilliantly.

“Ha!”

“Hah!”

With a sudden thrust of both hands, the cluster of Feilei Chess Pieces burst from above, scattering in every direction with a resounding clamor.

“What is this?”

Zhang Yunhu, engulfed in a tidal wave of blade aura reminiscent of a surging Grand Canal, was taken aback by the sudden display from Li Nuǎnxi, whose attack had no apparent lethal force…

Then,

Zhang Yunhu’s eyes narrowed as he noticed an extra mechanism in Li Nuǎnxi’s hand—not the familiar pink, six-metal-tube Xiangong Gatling he usually used,

but a blood-red device that looked as if it oozed with fresh blood.

This was the 【Xiangong·Bloodfire Bodhi Barrett】, a mechanism known for its pinpoint lethality!

Previously, Li Che had only provided XiXi with a Xiangong Gatling with restricted firepower.

But in this battle—

Li Che lifted all restrictions!

Now, let it rip!

My little girl!

XiXi’s eyes sparkled brilliantly. Her twin braids, bound with red ribbons, soared high as if piercing the heavens; her entire body trembled with excitement!

This was the mechanism once wielded by Master Ma Mian!

Now—everything belonged to XiXi!

Fireworks!

XiXi was about to unleash a dazzling display!

“So joyful—

So very joyful!!!”

“Ahahaha!”

Then, as if commanded by divine vision,

the Eight-Armed Three-Faced Divine Vision of the Temple Spirit materialized behind XiXi,

its eyes opening like those of a vengeful deity!

For the first time wielding the Bloodfire Bodhi Barrett under the power of the Xiangong Dao Fruit, XiXi instinctively grasped its workings.

She raised the Bloodfire Bodhi Barrett—its long barrel intricately etched with bloodfire divine symbols—and under the merging energies of her divine power and vitality, it slowly began to glow!

Humming quietly, three blood-red divine seals danced atop it.

They spun rapidly like three rising red suns behind XiXi, fusing her spirit entirely into the Bloodfire Bodhi Barrett!

Inside, the Bloodfire Bodhi Dragon Tooth Bullet stirred, its temperature skyrocketing!

Blazing, incandescent, and utterly blinding!

Zhang Yunhu, shrouded in murderous intent, surged upward, his blade aura roaring as he charged toward XiXi.

Yet at that moment—

a bone-chilling deathly aura pressed in!

“A mechanism?!”

“What kind of mechanism is that?!”

Zhang Yunhu’s eyes shrank in shock.

Then, a sneer curved his lips.

“Face to face—a surprise mechanism. How do you expect to kill me when your mechanism outpaces your speed?!”

“Am I supposed to evade it?!”

Zhang Yunhu bellowed with a roar,

then his broadsword clanged sharply!

In an instant, it transformed into a roaring blade-wave, shooting upward like a streak of light—a remnant of a trailing knife shadow!

As long as his speed was greater than yours,

you would never beat me!

And as XiXi looked at Zhang Yunhu,

a pair of dimples appeared on her lips.

One Feilei Chess Piece flashed in her palm.

In an instant, she vanished into midair, leaving only a torrential downpour in her wake!

Among the hundreds of Feilei Chess Pieces she had released, one suddenly twisted and expanded—transforming into the Bloodfire Bodhi Barrett wielded by Li Nuǎnxi!

A perfect headshot!

Boom—

At that explosive instant, the Bloodfire Bodhi Dragon Tooth Bullet had already erupted in rippling rings of energy, drawing out thin, white streaks with breathtaking speed.

It was too fast!

Too fast indeed!

Zhang Yunhu’s body broke into a cold sweat; his eyes barely managed to track the swift, shifting direction of XiXi’s Feilei Shift.

Only then did the divine power within the shrine begin to respond.

That razor-sharp bullet—like a true dragon’s fang—raced straight into his brow!

And then—

It expanded and exploded in a blinding instant!