With a low roar, Jin Chan transformed into a divine rainbow once more, his razor-sharp cicada wings unfurling, radiating brilliant light as he attacked from all directions.
This time, he was like a celestial blade, cold gleams shooting forth, filling the void. The onslaught triggered a terrifying upheaval, disrupting the heavens and earth, with the rules of the realm manifesting in chaos.
The power was so immense it seemed to teeter on the edge of breaking through this domain's limits, as if ascending to another realm.
"Is this… the moment of truth?" The crowd gasped, hearts pounding, all eyes fixed on the battle.
This clash was about far more than two young supremes. It was a contest between the heirs of great sects, with profound implications.
Still, most favored Jin Chan. His realm was higher, his status as one of the strongest initial-generation prodigies of a province long established.
The Heaven Mending Sect's prodigy, by contrast, was relatively unknown. Though his strength was at the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation, and his physical prowess was remarkable, his magical power couldn't match Jin Chan's depth. Many believed he'd eventually be overwhelmed.
Whoosh!
There, blade-light pierced the sky, mist swirled, and runes densely packed the void, like a galaxy illuminating a thousand li around.
Jin Chan's aura surged outward, striking everyone present. It felt as though a knife were slicing across their skin, leaving a stinging pain.
Yet Lin Fan's lips curved into a faint smile, his demeanor unshaken. A green glow emanated from his chest, runes spilling forth, forming a shimmering light curtain that enveloped him.
"What's the Heaven Mending Sect's prodigy doing? Is he… just waiting to die?"
"That technique seems too gentle. Where's the divine might? It's just brimming with vibrant life energy…"
The onlookers were baffled, unable to grasp his intent. Even with strong recovery, they thought, a single lethal strike would render any healing useless.
"Die!" Jin Chan bellowed, his eyes turning blood-red, his ferocity fully unleashed.
His six wings merged into a supreme divine blade, rapidly enlarging, shimmering with seven-colored auspicious light. It descended from the heavens, engulfing the area below.
"Heh, I've been waiting for this moment!" Lin Fan looked up, meeting the blade head-on. His fists shot out, clashing directly with it, without using any defensive treasures.
The crowd was stunned, thinking him utterly foolish.
To face a divine technique with bare flesh, without defensive treasures or powerful abilities—did he truly believe himself invulnerable to all techniques?
"Oh no, Junior Brother!" Heaven Mending Sect disciples cried out, hearts in their throats, some even shutting their eyes, unable to watch.
Only Yue Chan was different. A gentle smile graced her delicate face. She knew the battle was over—not in Jin Chan's favor, but her infuriating junior brother's.
There was no helping it. Her junior brother's technique was just that domineering. No matter how world-shaking your divine abilities, they were mere dust before him. She knew this all too well.
Crack!
At that moment, something astonishing happened. Not only did the divine blade fail to break through, but Lin Fan's fist shattered it, cracks spreading as it reverted to its original form—six cicada wings.
"What kind of power is this?!" Jin Chan gasped, unable to believe it. His invincible, all-cleaving innate divine ability had been broken.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Fan acted decisively, charging forward. A divine halo enveloped him, rendering him impervious to all techniques.
But Jin Chan was no ordinary foe. As a top-tier initial-generation prodigy, he quickly regained his composure and responded.
With a boom, ten Heavenly Passages appeared, each containing a living entity—spiritual bodies and treasured techniques. There were ferocious beasts like the Taotie and Bihan, as well as his own technique, the Six-Winged Celestial Cicada, all seated within the passages, suppressing toward Lin Fan.
Yet they were all nullified, like oxen sinking into the sea. Not only did they fail to breach the light curtain, but they became nourishment for it.
In an instant, Lin Fan closed in, carrying unmatched divine might. His fist aimed for Jin Chan's brow, radiant with supreme yang energy, like a true dragon brandishing its claws, utterly astonishing.
Jin Chan was stunned. His opponent, merely at mid-stage Spirit Transformation, not yet at its peak, with far less divine power, could somehow nullify all magical techniques. It was unimaginable!
Immediately, he reverted to his true form, revealing his sturdy shell, golden runes flowing across it, hoping to block the attack once more.
"Hmph, trying to play the turtle?" Lin Fan sneered. His fist landed, denting the shell with a metallic clang, yet it still couldn't break through.
At his words, Jin Chan's rage flared, his face flushing. To be humiliated repeatedly, mocked as a cowardly turtle, likened to a lowly beast—it was unbearable.
Before he could retort, Lin Fan continued, "You think I can't crack your turtle shell?"
"Deprive!"
In the next moment, Lin Fan's sole Heavenly Passage expanded, enveloping the massive Six-Winged Celestial Cicada. A black mist descended, thick with deathly aura, sapping Jin Chan's vital essence.
"Ah… my life force is draining…" Jin Chan screamed, his body decaying. Even his sturdy shell wrinkled, the damage rapidly worsening.
Sensing danger, he tried to spread his wings and flee, but it was too late. His earlier overconfidence had cost him the chance to retreat.
Now, his divine senses were stripped, his protective runes ground away. His body darkened, covered in countless cracks, resembling an ancient cicada on the verge of death.
"Fellow Daoist, it's time to hit the road. Remember not to be someone else's pawn in the future!" Lin Fan's fist smashed down, piercing through Jin Chan's skull.
"No!" Jin Chan roared, filled with terror, unable to accept the outcome. He had lost—defeated by a younger human, despite the gap in their realms.
Worse, he had been defied, a fate more painful than death itself.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a hidden member of the Western Sect shouted, unleashing a treasure toward the scene.
"Junior Brother, watch out! It's the Soul-Suppressing Bell!" a Heaven Mending Sect disciple cried, voice ringing clear.
The bell was small but chilling, causing bodies to shiver and souls to tremble.
Lin Fan's sharp divine senses snapped to attention, ready to use his Heavenly Passage to block, but someone acted faster, swatting the bell away.
"Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far. Do you think the Heaven Mending Sect is defenseless?" An elder rushed out from Heaven Mending City, glaring.
Moments later, several more Heaven Mending Sect elders emerged, confronting the Western Sect member.
"Junior disputes are one thing, but to use such a vile sneak attack—do you wish to spark a war between our sects?" a youthful-looking man demanded, his authority commanding.
"Hmph!" The Western Sect member snorted coldly and turned to leave. After all, this was Heaven Mending Sect territory.
Fortunately, this was the Spirit Realm. As long as one's soul wasn't destroyed by a treasure like the Soul-Suppressing Bell, death here only meant a few months of weakness in the real world.
For a great sect with vast resources, that was trivial—a bit of nourishment would suffice.
The real concern was the Dao heart. They feared this defeat would haunt Jin Chan's spirit.
"The Heaven Mending Sect has truly found a gem…" the elders sighed, tinged with envy.
As for the Heaven-Severing Sect members, they had slipped away early. The witch herself dissolved into a shower of light, not lingering for a moment.
Looks like dealing with little Channy won't be so easy from now on… Yue Chan thought, a wry smile flickering in her mind.
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