Chapter 239 - Peak Duel

The disciples from Xia Country all wore worried expressions; having witnessed the might of Bloodline Power, they felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

“Does Lin Xuan have Bloodline Power?” they all looked toward Lin Xuan with faces full of hope.

“What a joke, do you think Bloodline Power is something common like cabbage?”

“There might not even be one person with it in the entire Xia Country!” the disciples from Ying Country mercilessly taunted.

Indeed, Bloodline Power was exceedingly rare, only possessed by a very small number of people.

And so far, Lin Xuan had not shown any sign of having Bloodline Power.

Lin Xuan’s unbroken winning streak seriously annoyed Zi Ye.

In his view, Lin Xuan just had good luck because he had not faced him.

Otherwise, a perfect record would have been impossible!

Among everyone’s expectations, the seventh round began.

“The first match, Lin Xuan versus Zi Ye!”

As soon as the judge’s voice rang out, the entire valley erupted into an uproar.

The disciples from Ying Country all laughed heartily, their faces full of arrogance.

“Going up against Brother Zi Ye, you might as well await death!”

“Brother Zi Ye can kill someone with the surname Lin in just one glance!”

The disciples from Xia Country looked toward Lin Xuan with faces full of concern, but seeing Lin Xuan’s calm demeanor settled their hearts significantly.

In the bleachers, Elder Song and Elder Gu became anxious once again.

Lin Xuan was their last hope, but Zi Ye’s dominance was beyond their expectations.

At least, they didn’t believe Lin Xuan could defeat Zi Ye, who possessed Bloodline Power.

“It’s not necessary to win, just keeping a spot in the top three would be sufficient,” Elder Song said slowly.

But what he didn’t know was that Lin Xuan’s goal was first place because only the champion would be awarded the Soul Gathering Pill.

On the arena, Zi Ye looked at the handsome young man opposite him and a sinister smile curled the corners of his mouth.

“Your good luck ends with me!”

“All my matches have always been won by strength, and I believe you’ll realize that soon,” Lin Xuan replied with a light smile.

Hearing this, Zi Ye’s face darkened, “To be so defiant even in the face of death, let’s see you handle my might!”

“Purple Extreme Demon Pupil!”

Zi Ye’s eyes flickered with Purple Light, and within that light lay a thread of Soul Power, containing terrifying energy.

“Sword Soul Space!”

Lin Xuan dared not take any chances and immediately used his Ultimate Move.

Runes appeared in his right eye, forming a unique Spirit Space that enveloped Zi Ye.

Buzz!

Boom—

The two invisible forces collided in midair, nearly tearing the void asunder.

A translucent mushroom cloud rose, its terrifying energy spreading like tidal waves in all directions.

To onlookers, it seemed like merely a glance between the two had caused such a horrifying presence.

“It’s impossible, how could he withstand Brother Zi Ye’s Purple Extreme Blood Demon Pupil?”

“That’s one of the secret techniques of Purple Extreme Demon Palace!”

Even Zi Ye was shocked; his move was mighty, and among these disciples, only Yu Fei could contend with it.

Yet this young man before him had withstood it!

“Purple Extreme Demon Pupil is nothing much; let’s see if you have any other moves!” Lin Xuan coldly shouted, runes flashing in his eyes.

He had previously sparred with the likes of Ru Xue and Hua Yan, and thus he was more than familiar with the Purple Extreme Demon Pupil.

Dealing with it was not particularly difficult for Lin Xuan!

“Purple Demon Light!”

Having failed with his first attack, Zi Ye struck again.

Two beams of light materialized, like sword light, flying toward Lin Xuan.

Each beam was over a meter long and as thick as an arm, shrouded with a purple mist.

“Thunder Flash!”

Lin Xuan pulled his hands apart as numerous beams of Thunder Light burst forth from his palms, with arcs of golden lightning dancing upon them.

Like sharp Thunder Blades, the rings of golden Thunder Light surged towards the bloody light columns.

Sizzle!

The two forces merged, the rings of golden lightning dissipating much of the power of the bloody light columns, then vanishing from sight.

Lin Xuan swiftly dodged the remaining fragments.

“I should try out my attack now!”

Lin Xuan took a step forward and vanished from where he stood.

The air fluctuated slightly, and a figure appeared and disappeared, its speed reaching an extreme.

“Is this the Wind Realm?” the disciples from Ying Country saw their pupils contract.

Although Lin Xuan couldn’t completely merge into it like him, the stance was exactly the same as his Shadowless Step!

“How does he know it?” Shadowless was shocked and couldn’t figure it out.

Lin Xuan’s speed reached the ultimate limit, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zi Ye.

Copper Thunder Patterns appeared on his body as he threw a punch.

A simple punch, without any fanciness, aimed straight for Zi Ye’s heart.

The air trembled, and cracks appeared on the ground as if it couldn’t withstand the power.

Lin Xuan was like a Thunder God descending, with the heart-trembling Power of Thunder and Lightning erupting instantly.

Zi Ye’s pupils dilated, and he formed several barriers of purple Spiritual Power Wall in haste.

Boom boom boom!

As if the Nine Heavens Thunder had descended, the sound shook the heavens.

The entire arena quaked slightly, and the air exploded.

The walls of Spiritual Power that Zi Ye had condensed instantly shattered.

But it was enough; in that blink of an eye, he unleashed the Purple Demon Light.

This time he even used a trace of Bloodline Power, increasing the strength several-fold.

Two beams surged toward Lin Xuan, colliding with the fist charged with thunder.

“Shatter for me!”

Lin Xuan threw several punches in succession, creating a burst of Thunder Flash in the air.

Each punch carried the force of Nine Heavens Thunder, hammering forward.

Like clashing swords, they emitted the roar of metal.

Both stepped back several paces, trembling the ground beneath them.

“Bloodline Power!”

Zi Ye, furious that Lin Xuan could contend with him, boiled his blood, releasing astonishing power which surged around him, inducing palpitations.

“There it is, Bloodline Power!”

The disciples of Ying Country shouted loudly as if they already saw the dawn of victory.

The disciples from Xia Country, however, held their breath.

“Great Dragon Sword Intent!”

Lin Xuan couldn’t be careless; he knew the severity of Bloodline Power and that only his full strength would give him a chance to win.

With the Autumn Trace Sword in his hand, Lin Xuan’s momentum soared to a new height.

Like a Divine Sword unleashed, unstoppable.

Behind him, a Dragon-shaped Long Sword flickered in and out of sight.

“Sword Drawing Technique!”

With his Longsword drawn, he brought forth the power of Wind and Thunder, creating a sword Qi several meters long in the air, slashing towards Zi Ye.

At the same time, Zi Ye’s eyes emitted frightening light, like two beams sweeping across all directions.

Clang!

Ding dang!

Ear-piercing noises rang out, like the chorus of a million swords, even piercing through the clouds in the sky.

And the air around the arena boiled, rolling like ocean waves.

Some disciples close to the arena were overturned, their Qi-Blood churning.

“Retreat!”

These people retreated in panic, moving away from the arena.

Lin Xuan drew his sword, swinging it continuously, each strike with the force to split mountains and part the seas, creating a curtain of swords in the air.

Drop!

Thousands of sword lights flashed, pressing onto Zi Ye.

The sword Qi hadn’t arrived, yet countless Sword Marks appeared on the ground.

“Purple Extreme Eastward!”

Zi Ye pushed his Bloodline Power to the limit, shining like the sun.

Each strand of purple light was like a Divine Spear, piercing the void, colliding with the sword Qi in midair.