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"Are you still brazenly claiming that you will eliminate me?" Aotian coldly laughed as he looked at Aoling's pale face, which resembled white paper.
Aoling's eyes flickered with a serious expression as she said, "I admit I underestimated you a bit, but the outcome will remain unchanged!"
"Heh, go ahead and use whatever means you have. Otherwise, you probably won't be able to keep those one hundred thousand Mysterious Origin Stones," Aotian shrugged nonchalantly.
"Aotian, being able to force me to this point is enough for me to take pride in, even if I die!" Aoling exclaimed sharply, then swept her right hand across her Storage Ring. Suddenly, a long whip appeared in her hand.
"What is this..."
Seeing the long whip in Aoling's hand, Aotian's pupils involuntarily constricted slightly.
The whip was entirely fire-red, as if a flame was burning fiercely. It was not made of ordinary rope; rather, it seemed to be composed of fiery red scales, giving off an indestructible feeling.
"Aotian, today I will let you broaden your horizons. This whip is called the Fire Cloud Whip. It was personally crafted by the Azure Cloud Sect Master after hunting a third-level Mystic Beast, the Fire Cloud Python, using its scales. Among magical treasures, the Fire Cloud Whip ranks as a Medium-Grade Treasure!"
As soon as Aoling finished speaking, exclamations erupted around them:
"It’s actually a treasure weapon; it seems Aotian is in danger."
"According to ancient tradition, magical treasures are classified into four levels: ordinary weapons, treasure weapons, spirit weapons, and divine weapons. Ordinary weapons are the most common, while treasure weapons are made from special materials and provide great assistance to their users."
"Indeed, the Azure Cloud Sect's foundation is truly terrifying; even their disciples carry treasure weapons..."
In the stands, Aotian slowly exhaled a puff of white breath as if trying to expel all the shock from his heart.
He had naturally heard of treasure weapons before.
In the Dragon God World, magical treasures are divided into ordinary weapons, treasure weapons, spirit weapons, and divine weapons, with each level further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades.
The Fire Cloud Whip was classified as a Medium-Grade Treasure; its lethality was something even Aotian did not dare to underestimate.
However, if Aoling wants to use the Fire Cloud Whip to intimidate Aotian, then that would be a serious miscalculation. After all, Aotian was able to subdue even the Heaven Devouring Seal, a divine artifact of heaven and earth; a mere treasure would naturally have little effect on him.
"Though the treasure is powerful, it depends on who wields it. With your strength, using the Fire Cloud Whip is merely a reckless display of power," Aotian said calmly.
Although Aotian's tone was extremely flat, his words nearly infuriated Aoling to death.
"How dare you talk back when death is imminent? Fine, I want to see what other tricks you have!"
With a roar, Aoling swung the fiery red whip, which transformed into a giant python, slashing towards Aotian's head.
As he watched the rapidly approaching fiery whip in his line of sight, a cold glint flashed in Aotian's eyes. He then raised his right fist, with icy blue and golden light flickering simultaneously, and struck towards the fiery whip without any embellishment.
"Boom!"
The whip struck Aotian's fist, and immediately, a piercing pain shot through his hand. The defense of Aotian's Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body and Transformation Technique was unexpectedly shattered by that whip in an instant.
Looking at the bloody wound on his fist, Aotian's expression turned extremely grim.
"What a fool! To think he would dare to take on the Fire Cloud Whip's attack head-on; calling him a fool is an understatement," Murong Qian said mockingly as he observed Aotian's bleeding hand.
"Hmph, no wonder you're just a country bumpkin; you actually dared to take on an attack from a Medium-Grade Treasure. In this small city, you probably haven't even heard of treasures," Aoling sneered.
A flash of anger crossed Aotian's eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, now filled with a hint of killing intent directed at Aoling.
"What? You still refuse to accept it? Fine, today I will beat you to death!"
With a shout, Aoling commanded the Fire Cloud Whip to transform into a long sword and thrust straight at Aotian. Along the way, it created a sound that pierced through the air.
Aotian's expression changed; he had already witnessed the power of the Fire Cloud Whip. That terrifying lethality was definitely beyond what he could withstand at this moment.
Thinking this, Aotian quickly stepped back forcefully on the stone slab and retreated rapidly.
"Hmph, do you think you can escape?"
Aoling scoffed, and then her wrist flicked skillfully. Suddenly, the long whip traced a cunning trajectory toward Aotian's chest.
Noticing the change in the whip, Aotian's expression darkened slightly. He took a sudden step to the side, and an exceptionally mysterious step formed beneath his feet.
Dragon's Dance!
The whip viciously pierced Aotian, and gasps erupted from the crowd.
However, strangely, the whip that pierced Aotian's body did not stain with a drop of blood, and Aotian's body began to slowly dissipate.
A phantom?!
The word flashed through everyone's minds. At this moment, Aotian stood at the edge of the Arena, watching Aoling with great interest.
Aoling's face looked somewhat grim as she huffed in anger:
"Enough playing around, Aotian. If you can withstand this move of mine, then you win!"
As soon as her voice fell, the long whip in Aoling's hand began to dance wildly in the air, a continuous whistling sound filling the space.
"Myriad Serpents Surge!"
Countless fiery red pythons took shape as the whip danced. Although these pythons appeared extremely illusory, upon closer inspection, they resembled Fire Cloud Pythons!
"Aotian, when Azure Cloud Sect Master helped me refine this Fire Cloud Whip, he infused it with some of the vengeful power from Fire Cloud Python before its death. Therefore, I can summon the form of Fire Cloud Python. Now I want to see how you will resist this!"
Aotian's eyes were filled with seriousness. The Fire Cloud Python was a Level Three Mystic Beast, equivalent to a martial artist of the Earth Spirit Realm. Even if it was just the vengeful power from its death, it was enough to annihilate an ordinary Innate Martial Artist.
Hiss hiss hiss...
The countless Serpent Shadows surged toward Aotian. He could see clearly that these Serpent Shadows possessed no intelligence; they were filled only with overwhelming resentment!
Boom!
In an instant, the Serpent Shadows enveloped Aotian layer by layer.
Aotian's face turned pale, Murong Qian was filled with mockery, and Aoling's eyes revealed a chilling killing intent.
"Alas, I didn't expect that a once-great genius would ultimately be unable to escape the fate of falling."
"Yes, if Aotian dies, won't he drive the Aotian Family Head mad?"
"What good would that do? Aoling's father is the Aojia Second Master, and he has the Azure Cloud Sect as his backing. Aotian will have to swallow his grievances this time."
As everyone was discussing fervently, a strange black light shot out from the dense Serpent Shadows. Subsequently, one by one, the Serpent Shadows bizarrely vanished, creating a scene that sent chills down people's spines.
With each disappearance of a Serpent Shadow, Aoling's complexion grew paler, and eventually, traces of blood began to seep from her mouth.
Clearly, those Serpent Shadows were connected to Aoling's mind, and Aotian's unknown and strange methods had severely injured her...
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