“Chen Xi, are you blind or have you lost your mind?” the Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord sneered. “That so-called precious disciple of yours is nothing but a One-Star Mystic Venerable weakling. What makes him think he can take on my Phoenix—”
Her words cut off abruptly as two waves of terrifying saintly might descended upon her. A black giant palm and a white one slapped toward her in unison.
Boom!
The Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord’s protective treasure activated on instinct, but it shattered instantly under the palms’ force. The residual shockwave slammed into her body, hurling her back over a hundred zhang before she could steady herself. Clutching her ample chest, she spat out a mouthful of fiery phoenix blood, her eyes filled with shock and suspicion as she stared ahead.
There stood the black-haired, black-robed Evil Consort, like a dark night goddess.
And the white-haired, white-robed Jialan Fairy, resembling a holy mother of light.
One a Five-Star Mystic Saint, the other a Six-Star Mystic Saint—either could effortlessly crush a Three-Star Mystic Saint like her. And now, both had turned their hands against her.
Killing intent flashed in the Evil Consort’s eyes. “For that cheap mouth of yours, this palace will kindly sew it shut!”
The Jialan Fairy added coldly, “To insult a junior as an elder—what utter pettiness!”
The Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord’s heart raced in alarm. She couldn’t fathom when the Dragon God Clan had gained two such terrifying Mystic Saints. She blurted out hastily, “Dragon King, Dragon Consort—are you lot tearing up the peace accord on your own and declaring war on my Phoenix God Clan?”
The Jade Dragon Consort replied calmly, “They’re not from our Dragon God Clan. You’d best take a good look, lest you die without knowing how.”
The Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord frowned and scrutinized the two female Mystic Saints before her. Chen Xi spoke up impassively, “No more stalling. If it’s a fight you want, let’s get on with it. Once they’re done, I’ll deal with you myself. That last defeat clearly didn’t teach you anything—in fact, you’ve only gotten worse.”
Having been slapped out of nowhere, the Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord burned with fury, but she knew she couldn’t retaliate just yet. She shifted her focus to the main matter at hand. “Don’t think you can beat me again, Chen Xi. You’re just a mere One-Star Mystic Saint… As for the challenger, I’ve no objection—but will the Dragon God Clan agree?”
Chen Xi turned to the Myriad Dragon King and Jade Dragon Consort. “What say you two?”
The Myriad Dragon King and Jade Dragon Consort exchanged a glance, both hesitating. If Yan Zhen were a First-Rank Supreme, they might let him try. But a One-Star Mystic Venerable against a Sixth-Rank Supreme? That was sheer overreach, no matter how one sliced it.
Chen Xi said coolly, “If you don’t trust my disciple and me, surely you trust Little Long Ying?”
Long Ying blinked. Truth be told, dealing with the Phoenix Goddess wouldn’t be hard for her. She had awakened her Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline and was nearly at full strength; a gap like this meant little to her.
Still, Master Chen Xi’s arrangements always had a deeper purpose.
Long Ying had always fought side by side with Yan Zhen, seldom needing his protection. If anything, she wanted to shield him. It felt a bit off, but she spoke up anyway. “Father King, Mother Concubine—let Yan Zhen Zhen fight in my stead. Yan Zhen Zhen will surely win.”
The Myriad Dragon King and Jade Dragon Consort shared another look, then the Myriad Dragon King nodded. “Very well, as you wish.”
The Jade Dragon Consort turned to Yan Zhen. “Holy Son Yan Zhen, we’re counting on you.”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly and cupped his hands. “A trifling matter.”
The moment he laid eyes on the Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord, he had been ready to act. How dare she speak so rudely to his beautiful master? He might not beat the Saint Lord herself, but the Phoenix Goddess? Child’s play.
With a flick of his finger, the Myriad Dragon King carved out a spatial battlefield above the banquet square. Yan Zhen and the Phoenix Goddess leaped up in tandem, landing on opposite sides, facing off across over a hundred zhang.
The Phoenix Goddess had been rattled by the slaps from the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy. To steady her nerves, she spat some tough words. “A puny One-Star Mystic Venerable—I’ll see what tricks you have up your sleeve.”
Yan Zhen’s expression remained impassive. Honestly, beating her with his current cultivation would take some effort—far too much credit for her.
Without another word, he summoned his Duel Disk. He activated Special Trump Card: 1v1 and Special Trump Card: Lucky Lecher for first strike, then unleashed the Overdrive Card Set. His power doubled and redoubled, manifesting twenty Yan Zhens at the Supreme Realm, each wielding a Great Extreme Tyrant Sword as they encircled the Phoenix Goddess.
The Phoenix Goddess was stunned. From the moment Yan Zhen deployed the Overdrive Card Set, something felt wrong. She tried to interrupt, but for some reason, she couldn’t move, forced to watch him build his momentum.
Not just her—even the spectating Resplendent Phoenix Saint Lord looked stunned. She called out loudly, “Qing Yin, what are you doing? Attack him already!”
The Phoenix Goddess promptly summoned her Thousand Feathers Phoenix Immortal Fire. Feather-like flames swirled around her, offering defense but no offense.
Under the fire’s glow, she realized laws had bound her actions. Yan Zhen had deployed a domain from the start—a super domain infused with Half-Saint laws.
She poured her energy into the Thousand Feathers Phoenix Immortal Fire, struggling to break the restraints on her attacks.
This flame was Half-Saint level, dubbed the “most agile blaze.” Paired with Phoenix Wings, it achieved unmatched speed below the Saint Realm, with potent burst power and purification besides—a well-rounded force.
But just as the Thousand Feathers Phoenix Immortal Fire neared breaking the binding laws, the twenty Supreme Realm Yan Zhens summoned Extreme Flame List number eight: Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame. The Phoenix Goddess’s flames immediately lost momentum.
Well-versed in extreme flames, the Phoenix Goddess reeled in shock. She never imagined Yan Zhen possessing a saint-tier extreme flame. Even Half-Saints might fail to refine the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame—how could a mere Mystic Venerable wield it?
Yan Zhen ignored her thoughts. He coated his Great Extreme Tyrant Sword with the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame, channeling mystic power until the blade swelled massively, over ten zhang long and thick as a beam.
“Extreme Flame Extinguishing Without Ashes Slash!”
Twenty waves of sword qi and fire surged from all directions, ripping space apart en route to crash against the Thousand Feathers Phoenix Immortal Fire’s barrier in a colossal explosion.
Normally, such sword waves couldn’t touch her. A flap of Thousand Feathers Phoenix Wings, and she’d dodge effortlessly for a counterstrike—no threat at all. But now? She could only tank it, and that was game over.
A piercing phoenix cry echoed through the skies, heralding the Phoenix Goddess’s defeat. She wasn’t truly injured—that was thanks to burning the Phoenix God Clan’s unique Nirvana Fire.
This Nirvana Fire was their revival mechanism. Every clan member could rebirth from flames once or multiple times, depending on bloodline concentration. Legends said ancient phoenix gods were near-immortal, reincarnating even from death.
In a duel like this, forcing out the Nirvana Fire meant defeat. Continuing would turn it into a deathmatch.
Pale-faced, the Phoenix Goddess glared at Yan Zhen. Revivals were precious beyond measure. She never dreamed her first would be wasted here—killed in one shot!
