pappabearbooks Chapter 219 Feng Yun Vs Ling Meiyu - Conclusion!
Chapter 219 Feng Yun Vs Ling Meiyu - Conclusion!
Chapter 219 Feng Yun Vs Ling Meiyu - Conclusion!"Mythical Flame!"
If before, people had doubts, then now it was undeniable!
Feng Yun was wielding a Mythical Flame—there was no other explanation for how he had made Ling Meiyu's attack vanish.
Many were already shocked that someone as young as Ling Meiyu had been able to tame a Spirit Flame, but now there was Feng Yun—who had a Mythical Flame!
This kind of flame was something even Nascent Soul cultivators had rarely seen before, including Xue Hongxia.
She had
If the explosion spread unchecked, the entire coliseum could be obliterated!
The Royal Commander took a deep breath. His eyes flashed with a sharp light.
A terrifying aura burst forth from the Royal Commander's body as his Nascent Soul power surged outward.
["Imperial Suppression Art—Unyielding Celestial Wall!"]
WHOOSH!
A massive golden barrier erupted from his hands, forming an unbreakable shield of condensed Nascent Soul qi.
Like an unshakable mountain, it expanded across the battlefield, swallowing the remnants of the devastating explosion.
While keeping this protective shield, he looked at the direction of the fight.
( If I had taken that head-on… even I might have suffered injuries! )
On the battlefield, the very space around them warped.
Ling Meiyu tried to block Feng Yun's terrifying attack with her own technique.
But in the next instant—
CRACK!
Her Nine Heavens Severing Slash shattered completely.
Her sword—sent flying from her grasp.
"Not yet—!"
Refusing to surrender, she forced her qi to surge around her, forming a final barrier against Feng Yun's attack.
But it was futile.
In mere milliseconds, her protective qi shattered like fragile glass.
Her body—flung backward like a broken kite.
She hovered in the air, swaying slightly as she fought to steady herself.
The only reason she hadn't been knocked out by Feng Yun's devastating attack was her Mid Earth-Grade Armor.
But she was in no condition to fight.
Blood poured from her wounds, and even standing demanded everything she had.
Her sword was gone, leaving her with no way to fight back—yet, despite it all, there was not a single sign of surrender in her eyes.
The qi around her flickered unsteadily, its once-blazing light dimmed with each ragged breath she took.
Her body had endured too much.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
( No… No, I won't accept this! )
She bit down on her lip.
( It's not over yet! )
With the last reserves of her strength, she raised her hand.
Golden-violet flames ignited weakly along her fingertips.
She refused to back down.
She refused to accept this loss.
But—
WHOOSH!
A powerful gust of frost-laced wind surged toward her.
Feng Yun's figure blurred and reappeared right in front of her.
Too fast!
Ling Meiyu's eyes widened, but before she could react—
BOOOOM!
A terrifying force crashed into her chest.
"Ugh—!"
She coughed up blood as her body was blasted backward, her sword slipping from her grip.
Her figure spiraled through the air, unable to resist the force that sent her hurtling toward the ground.
The entire arena gasped.
Even the elders watching from their VIP seats stood in stunned silence.
BANG!
Ling Meiyu crashed into the battlefield, the once-molten ground now coated in frost, her impact leaving a deep crater.
She lay there, motionless, her breath ragged.
For the first time in her life, Ling Meiyu—the prodigy of the Mystic Flame Sect, the genius with unparalleled cultivation talent—had lost.
And not just lost.
She had been utterly defeated.
A suffocating silence fell over the coliseum.
The once-boisterous crowd, who had cheered so passionately for their chosen champions, found themselves at a loss for words.
No one could deny it now.
Feng Yun stood victorious.