Volume 3 - Chapter 413: Defeat (Part 4)
Su Zhenyuan opened his mouth and flung the purple-robed middle-aged man’s earlier words back at him.
Upon hearing this, everyone present felt a surge of satisfaction, their spirits lifted as they turned to watch the demon crowd with gleaming eyes.
Silence fell over the black warship.
“You—who will go?”
The purple-robed man’s face was sullen as his gaze swept across the demon prodigies behind him.
But the only response he received was averted gazes.
The once-arrogant demon prodigies were now all silent.
Only three didn’t look away—two wore grave expressions, while the last was a veiled woman in black. Her gaze was deep and unreadable, revealing neither emotion nor intent.
“I’ll go.”
Amidst the oppressive silence, the black-veiled woman standing at the center finally spoke.
At her words, the purple-robed man and the golden-eyed youth beside him both turned toward her. At this point, there was no one else left to send.
She was their trump card—and on the human side, so was Lin Zhexuan.
If both sides had to reveal their strongest cards now, then let the outcome be decided in this battle.
“Very well. It’s in your hands,” the purple-robed man nodded.
“However…”
The black-veiled woman slowly added, “Without anyone else’s weakening beforehand, I… cannot guarantee that I’ll be able to kill him.”
Her voice was like ice in a deep lake—not cold, but utterly devoid of warmth or emotion.
“If you're unsure, even a mutual defeat will do,” the purple-robed man said.
The veiled woman said nothing more—for he clearly hadn’t understood what she meant.
That she couldn’t guarantee killing him didn’t mean she would lose.
After all, to slay someone like Lin Zhexuan before he could even surrender would require a truly overwhelming advantage.
But to win? That was a different matter entirely.
Whoosh!
As the black-veiled woman stepped into the Demon Ancestor’s arena, waves of cheers and cries of support erupted from the human side for Lin Zhexuan.
His eyes were icy as he said, “You took your sweet time picking someone. And this is the unlucky soul you send to die?”
“Oh?”
The black-veiled woman lifted a brow, her gaze cool and indifferent.
Lin Zhexuan didn’t speak further. Both of them were the cold, taciturn type—neither had patience for useless chatter.
The black-veiled woman likewise fell silent. As the arena’s sealing formation activated, her aura began to spread. The Soul Mirror revealed her soul lifespan: 600 years.
That was only a few decades short of Lin Zhexuan and Su Muqing—practically the same level.
But then, her aura surged once more—she was at the Ninth Layer of the Immortal Lord Realm!
She outstripped Lin Zhexuan in raw cultivation.
This revelation dampened the cheers from the human side. But soon after, discussions flared up again.
Among top-tier prodigies, cultivation level alone no longer dictated strength. What mattered were foundation and heritage.
A single-layer difference? For someone like Lin Zhexuan, that was still within reach to overcome.
Ordinary peak Immortal Lords couldn’t even withstand one casual strike from him wielding the Candle Dragon Immortal Power. That was the true difference.
But as her full realm emerged, the veiled woman’s aura deepened further. On her forehead, an immortal mark appeared, cycling through visions of the Nine Orders of Origin.
But the mark was not composed of nine blossoms—it had fused into one.
The Origin Dao Mark!
Instantly, Gusu Imperial Star fell silent.
Those who had just been dismissing her extra cultivation layer as nothing suddenly fell mute, as if their throats had been clamped shut. All stared in stunned disbelief.
Outside the arena, Su Muqing, Su Wanqing, and others paled. Even members of the Lin and Jiang clans, as well as various other prodigies, were shaken.
The Origin Dao Mark—a legendary immortal mark!
Even direct disciples of Immortal Emperors rarely formed it. Only a select few among them ever had the chance to attain it.
Nine Blossoms and Nine Orders already represented the pinnacle of talent and comprehension. But the Origin Dao Mark… that was another level entirely—one that incorporated not just talent and insight, but luck and unreplicable opportunity. That was why it remained legend.
“How can this be…”
Su Muqing murmured, dazed.
Su Zhenyuan and the others were visibly shaken, stunned as they looked at the veiled woman.
The Origin Dao Mark… such a monstrous prodigy had emerged from the demon race—and they had brought her here for a friendly match?!
Weren’t they afraid the humans might break the rules and simply execute her on the spot?
Lin Zhexuan’s icy gaze narrowed slightly at the sight of her Origin Dao Mark. His own mark was Nine Blossoms and Nine Orders—just shy of that mythical tier.
This veiled woman… her talent was no less than his!
He grew solemn, gripping his divine spear as his aura surged wildly.
The black-veiled woman’s presence grew heavier, like an endless ocean. Her Immortal power flowed outward, accompanied by swirling black mist—a unique phenomenon born of Immortal power refined to the absolute limit.
Though not the Candle Dragon Immortal Power, it had likewise surpassed the “waterlike” stage—this was transcendent Immortal power.
“Endless Night, Dreamless Sleep.”
She spoke softly.
With a wave of her hand, that black Immortal power engulfed the entire arena, wrapping the Demon Ancestor’s field in shadow. No one could see what lay within.
But moments later, dragon roars rang out sharply—followed by sudden flashes of golden light.
Next came waves of violent tremors and space itself twisting as it pierced through the shroud.
Even from just the sound, it was clear—this battle was incredibly intense.
The earlier cheers now faded into tense silence. Many clenched their fists, their expressions strained.
Lin Zhexuan was their last hope. He could not lose.
“Brother Zhexuan…”
Lin Jinrou clasped her hands together tightly. For the first time, she found herself wanting to pray.
Suddenly, a golden divine light split the shadows, streaking across the arena sky—it was a fearsome spear projection.
That spear projection radiated immense force—so great that even Imperial might spread from it!
“That’s Brother Zhexuan’s Emperor Path Spear Technique!”
A member of the Lin clan exclaimed.
The divine spear towered between heaven and earth like a mountain, parting the fog and mist as it pierced through everything in its path.
Where it passed, the black mist scattered—yet behind the tip, the fog surged back like a tide.
The crowd could now see the veiled woman—but her form had transformed into a mass of inky black mist. Within it, faint glimmers of blood pulsed, and her eyes burned with crimson light.
The Emperor Spear pierced downward, ripping her true form to shreds.
Mystical immortal Techniques appeared above her head—complex patterns forming intricate structures—but they all shattered one after another.
When the divine spear’s light finally faded, her form burst apart.
Black fog swept back in, then fell into stillness once more.
Boom!
Another muffled blast echoed from within—like something breaking apart.
The black aura quickly began to fade.
Seeing this, countless people lit up with joy.
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