3406 A Blessing in Disguise

Recently, her Spirit-Splitting Soul Cultivation Technique had advanced to the ninth level, forming the ninth branch within her spirit meridians.

As for her skill techniques, she had specifically trained in swordsmanship to complement her Shocking Thunder Sword.

Today was the perfect opportunity to test them out on the formidable Jing Linyao.

Jing Linyao, a Level 15 peak Grand Spirit Master with Level Eight Spirit Fire, was considered a highly talented genius among women in the Divine Province.

However, today she was challenging Qiao Mu, a little monster whose talent was almost supernatural.

Jing Linyao took a deep breath, and her spirit sword became enveloped in a layer of fire. Her body moved swiftly, darting towards Qiao Mu like thunder.

"Boom!" The two swords clashed heavily.

A massive force emanated from Jing Linyao's arm.

Feng Chen slightly raised an eyebrow.

Dao Wuji, standing nearby, couldn't help but clap and cheer, "Excellent! Excellent! Princess Jing's move is like splitting mountains and breaking seas, boundless in power!"

Everyone turned their heads to glare at him.

Which country was this idiot from?

Dao Wuji raised a hand to rub his nose, then gave Feng Chen a fawning look. "Peach Blossom, I, I just thought that Princess Jing and the little Crown Princess were equally matched, cough, worthy opponents for the little Crown Princess!"

Everyone snorted at him, then turned their attention back to the battlefield.

An Unexpected Defeat

Within the dust-filled camp, two slender figures, one on the left and one on the right, leaped and twisted in close combat, having already exchanged over a hundred moves.

After clashing with the little poker-faced girl, Jing Linyao grew increasingly alarmed.

This small poker-faced girl, despite her young age, fought with incredible shrewdness and showed no weaknesses whatsoever.

Moreover, up to this point, she had only used her sword, not employing any other auxiliary means.

Although her cultivation might not be as high as Jing Linyao's, her practical combat ability far surpassed hers.

Jing Linyao couldn't help but let out a bitter smile, thinking to herself that she had already lost.

However, humans are like this; until the very last moment before admitting defeat, Jing Linyao still wanted to make one last effort.

"Crown Princess, if Jing Linyao wins against you, would you be willing to agree to withdraw your troops?"

Qiao Mu coldly glanced at her. "What's so difficult about that?"

Jing Linyao's heart subtly rejoiced. Without another word, she conjured a fire spirit and pointed it towards Qiao Mu.

"Go!"

Her sword tip suddenly spat out a tongue of fire, like a winding giant serpent abruptly opening its mouth and biting towards Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu's eyes moved. She suddenly raised the Shocking Thunder Sword in her hand, activated her mental cultivation method, and the first form of the Nine Heavens Shocking Thunder Art descended.

A hundred rays of lightning instantly exploded simultaneously, forming a dazzling crimson-purple halo before their eyes.

With a speed comparable to light, it swiftly moved towards the giant serpent's illusion created by Jing Linyao.

The giant serpent instantly disintegrated into fragments within the halo. The halo, carrying a terrifying force of thunderous impact, crashed down onto Jing Linyao, who was standing opposite with her mouth slightly agape.

In an instant, Jing Linyao was struck by the halo as if she were a kite with a broken string, sent flying far away.

She fell heavily onto the dusty ground, getting a mouthful of hot sand. Her expression, however, remained somewhat dull and bewildered, unable to grasp what had just happened.

One move?

She lost?

Jing Linyao felt a slight shock in her heart, coughed several times, and tried to sit up, supporting herself.

However, at this very moment, she suddenly felt a subtle movement in her meridians. A surging spiritual power gushed up from within her body, immediately attracting spiritual energy from all directions.

She froze, then quickly sat down cross-legged, a hint of excitement surfacing in her eyes.