Jin Yao’s expression softened at the sight of Fu Ling spitting blood. He sighed but did not intervene. If this battle could grant her peace for the next hundred years, so be it.
In the crowd, Chong Zhao’s face changed upon seeing Fu Ling injured, a look of concern crossing his features.
“What’s wrong, Junior Brother?” Er Yun noticed his expression and asked.
Chong Zhao shook his head, looking toward Fu Ling with visible worry. A few days ago, Fu Ling had channeled spiritual power to heal his wounds, and now he wondered if she could last through the time limit. Bearing his own burdens of blood debt, he felt an unexpected empathy for her.
Nearby, Mu Jiu, thoroughly enjoying the drama, spotted Hua Hong yawning under a tree and hurried over with a gleam in his eye.
“Little Hua, you’re here too!”
Hua Hong’s face fell, and she was about to kick him, but Mu Jiu sidestepped, hiding behind the tree with almost uncanny foresight.
“Hehe, missed me!” The little fox smirked and nodded toward Fu Ling’s direction with a click of his tongue. “I thought that demon flower had great power, but she can’t even handle a single heavenly thunderbolt.”
“If she can’t handle it, do you think you could?” Hua Hong shot back. “Don’t forget, Yu Feng and the others were already Supreme Celestials under Twilight’s command long ago. If she weren’t lacking in spiritual power, she’d be able to last through the incense time easily.”
She understood well enough that Jin Yao, being a demigod, had set the time limit for her benefit. If the battle went on too long, Fu Ling’s mind and lifespan would suffer damage—after all, they were father and daughter.
Surprised, Mu Jiu asked, “The flower demon is injured? Who cares! If she loses, all the better—it’ll put Cold Spring Palace in its place.” The little fox glanced at Tian Yu with disdain. “The way he looked earlier, you’d think he’d already unified the Demon Realm and crowned himself Demon Emperor!”
Mu Jiu continued to prattle, but suddenly, a cold gaze swept over from afar, making the little fox shudder as his spirit faltered.
Hua Hong lifted her foot, shielding Mu Jiu from the imposing gaze. Under its force, her own expression changed slightly.
The moment Hua Hong intervened, the oppressive aura vanished, leaving a disdainful snort ringing in Mu Jiu’s ears. His legs went weak, and he had to lean on Hua Hong for support.
“Just how bold are you, daring to gossip about a demigod?” Hua Hong sighed in exasperation.
“I’ll say what I want! One incense stick’s time is almost up—she’s going to lose!” The little fox, pale-faced, refused to relent.
“Not necessarily. One is fighting with all her might, and the other is holding back at every step. I think both Jin Yao and Tian Yu’s plans are about to fall through.”
Just as Hua Hong finished speaking, Fu Ling, who had been struggling under the pressure of the Heavenly Thunder, suddenly let out an angry roar. Blood mist and demon energy surged into the sky, shattering the thunderbolt. She sprang to her feet, drawing her bow to full stretch, with three Yun Huo Arrows set, transformed into a bloody mist, aimed straight at Jing Lei in mid-air.
Burning her own life force to fuel her weapon—Fu Ling had gone mad!
Jing Lei’s face shifted. These three arrows were her ultimate strike as a Supreme Lord. If he held back any further, he would lose, and the Celestial Palace would be disgraced across the Three Realms. In a flash, Jing Lei made his choice, summoning three bolts of heavenly thunder from the drum, which clashed with the arrows in mid-air.
A deafening explosion filled the air as the blood-mist arrows turned to ash. Although the heavenly thunder lost half its power, it continued unabated, descending directly toward Fu Ling’s brow.
“Damn it!” Yu Feng shouted in alarm, but Jin Yao reacted faster, sending a wave of divine power toward Fu Ling to shield her.
A powerful demon force intercepted, shattering Jin Yao’s divine power and blocking him.
Jin Yao’s expression changed as this unexpected interference unfolded. No one had anticipated that the Cold Spring Palace Master would prevent Jin Yao from saving his own daughter. The crowd could only watch as the heavenly thunder closed in on Fu Ling.
At that moment, a celestial sword suddenly flew through the air, intercepting the heavenly thunder. However, compared to the thunder’s power, the sword’s energy was like a firefly against the sun, instantly shattered by the force. A figure shot out from the celestial crowd, shielding Fu Ling with his body and bearing the remaining impact of the thunder himself.
By the shores of Purple Moon Lake in Bu Ji City, Bai Shuo’s anxious expression seemed to reflect an unsettling premonition, as a wave of unease surged within her heart.
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