Just like two birds in flight, Ventéclair and the female Sword Saint of Tang Zang hovered in mid-air with Dou Qi and Gangqi, back and forth, the sound of their elemental clashes like thunder striking the ground!
There was some restraint just now, but now their sword Gang and sword glow weren’t holding back in the slightest, meeting head-on with pure strength.
To be safe, five Aegean Magic Tutors have already set up a large-scale magical barrier to prevent the shockwaves of their Dou Qi from harming ordinary warriors.
A great opponent is like a wife, something that happens by chance but cannot be sought after. Whether it’s the female Sword Saint of Tang Zang or Ventéclair, both have summoned their maximum Dou Qi and Gangqi. Green shadows and golden rainbows relentlessly bombard the sky; the idea of having them stop and not determine a winner is a joke. With such a balanced match-up, who could fight halfway and say "Truce"?
"Let them fight, Dou Qi isn’t free water, once they both exhaust their Dou Qi, you and I will go and take them one by one," Liu Zhenshock consoled the worried Fifth Prince.
"It’s unlikely now...we..." The Fifth Prince kept a tight-lipped face and didn’t finish his sentence when the sword duel in the air between the two experts reached its finale.
Just as Old Liu mentioned, such brute force battle with Dou Qi is unbearable for anyone, so one of them either had to or was forced to start using an ultimate trump card.
The female Sword Saint of Tang Zang completely abandoned her dual short swords, clasped her hands together, and with a fierce cry, unleashed a sky-splitting golden blade that shredded through the air!
This enormously powerful sword Gang composed of pure elemental power began as a dazzling golden sphere, radiating brilliantly enough to almost eclipse Emperor Polo’s splendor, splitting into a massive crescent blade aiming straight for Ventéclair’s position.
Elemental shockwaves like tidal tempests wildly shook the spatial order, every Mage’s face changed, and they summoned their best Shield barriers at once.
"This is ’Sword Body Transformation,’ the ultimate strike of a top sword Ganqi master," as the words were spoken, the female Sword Saint of Tang Zang spewed a massive stream of blood, her slender frame almost swaying precariously in mid-air.
Though the golden light blade seemed slow, it had already locked onto Ventéclair, making it unavoidable.
Judging by the elemental shockwaves, the power of this ’Sword Body Transformation’ is extremely terrifying.
At this point, Ventéclair’s Dou Qi was nearly exhausted, the Aegean Fighting Qi did not have this ’Sword Body Transformation’—a technique that unleashes a blade at the cost of self-injury, everyone thought he was bound to lose, perhaps even at the cost of his life.
Both the Fifth Prince of Tang Zang, the Aegean Great Magic Tutors, and the three elders of the Dragon Clan hesitated briefly, expecting the Feilengcui Lord would not just watch his son get killed, yet Liu Zhenshock didn’t make any move at all, and by this time it was almost too late to intervene and rescue.
Liu Zhenshock’s eyes were fixed on Ventéclair; now Ventéclair’s Dou Qi had completely dissipated.
"Roar!" With a lion-like roar, Ventéclair grasped the Snow Iron Dragon tightly with both hands, his long black hair stood on end like a hedgehog’s spines; his upper garment was torn to shreds by the swelling, tensed muscles.
As the veins on his face bulged hideously like worms, the gleaming Snow Iron Dragon quickly acquired an ominous blood-red hue.
It was as if Xiang Pa under a lunar eclipse collided with Emperor Polo, the Tenth Prince swung the Snow Iron Dragon powerfully, launching a fountain-like scarlet crescent flying blade from its tip, perfectly matching the female Sword Saint’s golden sword Gang.
First, a blinding explosion of light, followed by deathly silence, then a deafening roar as everything in sight and on the ground shook madly with a wailing.
The blood-red crescent blade unleashed by Ventéclair was only half a foot long, minuscule compared to the massive golden sword Gang of the female Sword Saint, yet this small crescent blood blade forcibly dispersed the formidable golden sword Gang!
Furthermore, the crescent blood blade didn’t lose its momentum, continuing its blazing path, cloaked in radiant golden star fragments, toward the airborne female Sword Saint of Tang Zang!
This crescent blood blade seemed to be frigid blood frozen into form, glaringly vivid red, pity-evoking red, a red replete with grim malice, murder crimson apparent, its demonic and angelic dual nature of blood streamed upon the crescent blood blade, suffusing the air with a rich, bloody fragrance.
Liu Zhenshock didn’t worry about the female Sword Saint, for the five veteran Mages from Tang Zang’s Imperial Guard had intervened; he only wanted to understand the incredibly potent crescent blood blade Ventéclair had just released!
Every Beamon with eyes saw it clearly that what Tenth Prince Ventéclair used wasn’t Dou Qi but Berserk!
"Father, I used ’Iron-blood Berserk,’ which transforms blood into iron-like toughness through rage, releasing it through a weapon, just like Dou Qi," the Tenth Prince explained with a pallid face, his muscular upper torso stark and stone-like, as he walked steadily toward Old Liu.
No need to even ask, the astute Tenth Prince confessed it all.
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Liu Zhenshock fixed his gaze on Ventéclair’s Snow Iron Dragon, its blade still sleek and shimmering, with a faint lingering brilliant red stain.
"Sunset ~ you fool ~" A small parrot flapped its wings excitedly, squawking, "Aren’t you going to finish him off for me~"
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