Chapter 150 - 147: Your Time Has Come

"The second stance of the Vast Spear Technique! He has mastered the Vast Sect’s ultimate skill, the second stance of the Vast Spear Technique!"

As the crowd reeled in shock, the Dean of Tai Xuan Academy let out a loud cry of exclamation.

"What? The Vast Spear Technique? Isn’t that the ultimate skill the Vast Sect used to sweep across the world over fifty years ago? How did Mo Qianqian learn it, and even master it to the second stance?"

Upon hearing the dean’s words, the older generation who recognized the technique also began to exclaim.

"Rumor has it that the Vast Spear Technique has three stances. However, over fifty years ago, no one in the entire Vast Sect could master the third stance. Even those who reached the second stance could be counted on one hand. Even the Sect Leader of the Vast Sect was stuck at the second stance, yet he still managed to intimidate the world with it. How could Mo Qianqian reach the second stance at such a young age? Where did he learn it?"

"No wonder his strike could unleash such immense power! So he actually used this terrifying combat technique."

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the older experts. The younger generation grew even more astounded upon hearing this. They finally understood how Mo Qianqian’s strike managed to injure Ling Qingxue while she was utilizing the Heaven-Swallowing Python Bloodline! It was because he had employed such a formidable combat technique. Still, they found it hard to accept.

"You!" On the other side of the arena, a look of shock also surfaced on Ling Qingxue’s face.

She found it hard to believe that Mo Qianqian, a mere Body Cultivator at the Seventh Level of the Second Realm whose Holy Dragon Bloodline had been crippled, possessed such formidable combat prowess—even if he had somehow mastered the second stance of the Vast Spear Technique. After all, with her current cultivation at the Third Level of Tongyou Realm, activating the Heaven-Swallowing Python Bloodline allowed her to fight head-on against those at the Fifth or Sixth Level of the Tongyou Realm.

Yet, she had still lost to Mo Qianqian.

Ling Qingxue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flicked her longsword backward, producing a sharp, metallic CLANG. "Hmph, Mo Qianqian, you’ve truly exceeded my expectations. Since that is the case, I will let you die by the hands of your own bloodline."

With that said, the aura radiating from Ling Qingxue began to climb steadily once more.

WHOOSH!

A bloodline lit up on Ling Qingxue’s back. This time, however, the glow was no longer dark, but a brilliant golden luster. Her skin and her entire body emanated a faint golden radiance. A supremely masculine, unyielding, fierce, and powerful aura surged outward. At this moment, Ling Qingxue resembled a holy dragon. Merely standing there, her presence generated an inexplicable, oppressive pressure that shrouded the arena and struck awe into everyone’s hearts.

Mo Qianqian’s eyes narrowed.

The Holy Dragon Bloodline—that was once his Holy Dragon Bloodline! Now, Ling Qingxue could actually activate that Holy Dragon Bloodline flawlessly. It was obvious that she had perfectly integrated his Holy Dragon Bloodline into herself.

Mo Qianqian’s expression grew solemn. He knew very well just how devastating the power unleashed by the Holy Dragon Bloodline could be.

"So strong! It’s even stronger than the Heaven-Swallowing Python Bloodline!"

"No wonder the Ling family was so confident and refused to let anyone intervene. It turns out that Ling Qingxue is this powerful when utilizing the Holy Dragon Bloodline!"

"Can a stolen bloodline truly be stimulated to such a terrifying extent? That last strike must have been Mo Qianqian’s strongest attack, right? It seems Mo Qianqian is really going to lose this time—defeated by his own former bloodline!"

Gasps of astonishment erupted from the crowd. The Eldest Prince, Shi Muyao, and the rest of the forces standing on Mo Qianqian’s side began to worry once more. Ling Qingxue’s momentum grew stronger with every passing moment. They had no idea if Mo Qianqian could still hold out.

"Mo Qianqian, the Holy Dragon Bloodline was completely wasted in your hands. Today, I’ll show you its true power." With those words, Ling Qingxue discarded the sword in her hand, retrieved a soft golden-silk glove from her robes, and slipped it over her right fist.

"I obtained this Primordial Sacred Dragon Fist combat technique when I ventured deep into a perilous region of Buzhou Mountain with my father. And I found it long before I ever met you," Ling Qingxue said in a cold voice. "It was precisely because of this Primordial Sacred Dragon Fist technique that I could sense the Holy Dragon Bloodline within you."

Mo Qianqian’s eyes narrowed, his expression instantly darkening to the extreme. "So, you sent people to massacre the Mo family and started scheming to deceive me, all just to steal my Holy Dragon Bloodline?"

An incredibly thick murderous intent surged within Mo Qianqian’s heart. So that was it! Back then, he had just awakened the Holy Dragon Bloodline and hadn’t displayed it to any outsiders. Yet, it had still brought a catastrophic disaster down upon the Mo family. It turned out to be because Ling Qingxue had acquired that terrifying combat technique, which allowed her to sense the Holy Dragon Bloodline in his body. Eight years ago, when Ling Qingxue was still a child, she had hidden this horrifying technique and never revealed it!

"Ling Qingxue, blood must be paid with blood! No matter what you’ve obtained, today, I will kill you and trample the Ling family flat!" Saying so, Mo Qianqian planted his spear into the ground beside him. Clenching his right hand into a fist, he began circulating the World-Destroying Heaven-Shattering Technique within his body.

"Mo Qianqian has also put his weapon aside. I wonder what powerful ultimate skill he plans to unleash next?"

"The Holy Dragon Bloodline is so formidable, and she even has a combat technique that resonates with it. The Primordial Sacred Dragon Fist sounds ancient and mighty. Under such an attack, if Mo Qianqian still tries to clash with bare fists, he will undoubtedly lose!"

"Strong! Ling Qingxue is simply too strong. With this kind of momentum, I’m afraid even someone at the Sixth Level of Tongyou Realm wouldn’t be her match. This time, there’s absolutely no way Mo Qianqian can defeat her again."

Once again, shock rippled through the crowd.

The members of the Ling family began to grow excited. They finally understood why their Patriarch was so confident. It turned out that Ling Qingxue had already become this powerful.

The Eldest Prince, Shi Muyao, and their group wore solemn expressions once more. This time, their worry was truly genuine.

At this moment, Mo Qianqian was in stark contrast to Ling Qingxue. While her aura climbed exponentially, he was incredibly calm. He didn’t emit a single trace of aura from his body. It was an eerie, unnatural calmness.

In reality, however, a surging torrent of power was already raging within Mo Qianqian’s body. Devastating energy converged and channeled toward his fist.

"What arrogance! Mo Qianqian, your time has come!" With a cold, sharp shout, Ling Qingxue moved. Wrapped in a peerlessly tyrannical aura, she charged forward like a true dragon rampaging across the land.

"The one dying today is you, you bitch!"

On the other side, Mo Qianqian also moved, charging straight toward her. His exterior remained serene, but his speed was anything but slow. He resembled a volcano on the verge of erupting, instilling an inexplicable sense of dread in anyone who watched.

"Die!"

Ling Qingxue clenched her fist, her golden-silk glove bursting with brilliant golden light. Her back foot pushed off the earth as her front foot stepped forward, driving the force from the ground up, surging from the Holy Dragon Bloodline straight into her fist in one fluid motion that unified her entire body.

ROAR!

A sound resembling a dragon’s roar echoed from the bloodline inside Ling Qingxue. With an earth-shattering punch of terrifying proportions, she smashed toward Mo Qianqian.

Refusing to be outdone, Mo Qianqian threw a right punch of his own. In that instant, an apocalyptic aura erupted from him.