SFS Chapter 28 The Entire Clan Attracts Attention
Chapter 28 The Entire Clan Attracts Attention
Yao Guang clenched his right fist, and holy light suddenly gathered at the tip of his fist, instantly forming a giant golden fist nearly ten feet in size.
He roared, and his golden fist tore through the air, charging forward relentlessly to smash into the ground.
"Lightning Serpent Technique".
Lei Tianyang dared not take the blow head-on again. He made a hand seal with his left hand and tapped the air repeatedly. His spiritual energy condensed into three silver electric snakes, hissing as they rushed towards the giant fist, their mouths open as if to devour it.
"Sizzle...smack, smack, smack!"
Amidst a deafening explosion, the three ferocious silver lightning snakes were successively smashed by the golden giant fist, producing the sound of lightning shattering. The giant fist's power remained undiminished as it continued to smash down.
Lei Tianyang took a deep breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He once again poured his lightning spiritual power into the silver lightning spear, and silver lightning burst forth, stabbing fiercely at the golden giant fist.
The lightning spear collided with the golden giant fist. Before the stalemate could last long, an even more violent explosion rang out. The golden giant fist exploded again, and golden beams of light frantically impacted and annihilated everything in their path.
"Buzz!" This time, not only did Lei Tianyang's tiger's mouth burst open, but he also lost his grip on the magic weapon in his hand. The Silver Gang Thunder Spear was blasted away several feet by the holy light blasted by the giant fist, spinning and embedding itself in the bluestone ground.
"Hiss..." A collective gasp rippled through the audience.
"How could this happen? Senior Brother Lei even lost his magic weapon."
"This cultivator with the Light Spirit Root is terrifying. He can defeat a top-tier magic weapon with just spells?"
"Third move!" Yao Guang shouted again.
His body shone with golden light, and he began to spin, transforming into a blazing holy furnace, its holy light rising like golden clouds and smoke.
Blood streamed down Lei Tianyang's hands. Seeing Yao Guang transform into a golden holy furnace and crash into him, he could no longer remain calm and was left with only a desperate resolve.
He endured the pain in his palm, patted his storage bag, and produced a small, round mirror about the size of his palm, which was bright and exquisite. At the same time, he took out a talisman that radiated spiritual light, on which was drawn a lifelike snake-shaped spear.
"Azure Condensation Mirror! A talisman treasure!" A Foundation Establishment cultivator watching the battle exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with envy and greed.
"Nephew Lei's combat experience is indeed rich. He used the Azure Condensation Mirror to immobilize the opponent and then took the opportunity to activate the talisman. Even if the Qi Refining cultivator can only exert one or two tenths of the talisman's power, it is enough to turn the tide." Another Foundation Establishment cultivator nodded and analyzed.
The Azure Condensation Mirror is one of the most famous top-tier magical artifacts of the Hidden Moon Sect. Only the sect's master craftsmen can forge it, making it a treasure coveted by many Foundation Establishment cultivators.
With a fierce and resolute expression, Lei Tianyang held the Azure Mirror above his head, which emitted a burst of azure light, enveloping Yao Guang as he spun and crashed into him.
At the same time, he frantically poured his spiritual power into the precious talisman with his other hand. He only needed to immobilize his opponent for a few breaths to activate the talisman and win this battle.
However, when that blue light shone on Yao Guang, who had transformed into a sacred furnace, it melted away silently into the blazing sacred flames, without causing a ripple. Yao Guang's momentum was not hindered for even a moment.
"What? The Azure Condensation Mirror is ineffective?!" Seeing the sacred furnace spewing golden flames and spinning toward him, Lei Tianyang turned pale with shock.
"How could the Azure Condensation Mirror fail?" On the distant solitary peak, the icy coldness on Ancestor Ningyue's face had vanished, replaced by deep astonishment.
It should be noted that the "Azure Condensation Mirror" is modeled after her famous ancient treasure, the "Condensing Light Mirror." Although it is only a magic weapon, it already has a trace of the "Condensing Light Mirror's" miraculous effects in terms of restricting and trapping enemies. If a low-level cultivator is trapped by it, there is almost no way to escape.
But now she saw with her own eyes that Qing Ningjing was useless in front of Yao Guang who was unarmed. How could she not be shocked?
Little did she know that the "Primordial Holy Light Technique" was said to be invulnerable to all laws, and its essence lay in the purification and rejection of all foreign energies. The restriction of the Azure Condensation Mirror was also a kind of energy binding, and it would naturally be purified and dissolved when it encountered the Supreme Yang Holy Light.
This technique is unparalleled in defense among its peers; even in Yao Guang's previous life, there were very few ways to break through it.
After the initial shock, a surge of overwhelming joy, as if she had found a treasure, instantly filled her heart. Yao Guang's strength far exceeded her most optimistic expectations.
Based on his three moves alone, she saw in him a future supreme expert who would dominate his peers. She thought to herself that if she were to face Yao Guang at the moment of perfect Qi cultivation, she would have no chance of winning.
"Yao Guang..." Ancestor Ningyue murmured, her cold eyes gradually warming up, her ruthless calculations replaced by a burning possessiveness.
On the arena, Yao Guang, who had transformed into a sacred furnace, crashed into the desperate Lei Tianyang. At the critical moment, several Core Formation elders who had been watching from the shadows simultaneously made their move, condensing several layers of magical shields in front of Lei Tianyang.
"Clang!" The sacred furnace struck the shield, radiating light and producing a deafening sound. The shockwaves surged, but ultimately failed to shake the Core Formation cultivator's magical shield.
As the aftershocks of energy gradually dissipated, Yao Guang was bathed in golden holy light. His flowing hair was crystal clear, and his entire being was like a statue cast in gold, dazzling and radiant. Everyone was captivated by his divine appearance and was stunned, speechless for a moment.
"Yao Guang wins this battle!" A Core Formation elder broke the silence, his voice booming and resounding throughout the entire arena.
The crowd then seemed to wake from a dream, and erupted in earth-shattering cheers and shouts.
"My god, they actually defeated Senior Brother Lei in just three moves!"
"Even the Azure Condensation Mirror is useless against him, it's unbelievable."
"Who says those with light-elemental spiritual roots are only good at dual cultivation?"
"Junior Brother Yao has the potential to become a Nascent Soul cultivator; he will most likely become the future Grand Elder."
"Junior Brother Yao is absolutely the number one person below the Foundation Establishment stage!"
"Junior Brother Yao! Junior Brother Yao! I want to be your Daoist partner!"
Several Core Formation elders who had been secretly observing the battle also appeared, their eyes shining with excitement, admiration, and aspirations for the future of their sect.
Meanwhile, the female disciples, including those in the Foundation Establishment stage, were completely captivated, their minds swaying, their eyes fixed on Yao Guang, whispering sweet nothings to each other, their hearts pounding wildly.
Yao Guang's gaze swept across the boisterous crowd below the stage, as if searching for something. Finally, on the outermost edge of the crowd, in an inconspicuous, shadowy corner, he found a familiar figure: snow-white hair and a fiery red face.
Qin Xue leaned against the wall, watching him quietly across the bustling crowd, her old white robe swaying gently in the wind.
Their eyes met, and she gave a gentle yet complex smile, a smile that contained relief, pride, and also a hint of loneliness and desolation.
She nodded slightly, then quietly turned around and disappeared silently into that inconspicuous corner.
Yao Guang's heart tightened, and he immediately jumped off the stage, parting the surging crowd. He left behind all the admiring glances, the endless requests to befriend him, and the well-intentioned invitations mixed with reverence.
He moved with lightning speed toward that corner.
Unfortunately, the corner was empty, with only a faint, familiar fragrance remaining, like the osmanthus blossoms in September.