The Art of Chaotic Divinity

On the arena, Yu Linglong kept her eyes tightly shut.

The Earth Spirit Core within her body had fully erupted.

Rumble!

Thunder shook the Nine Heavens.

The battle between Ye Ting's lightning arts and Yu Linglong's Earth Spirit Protection had already reached its most intense stage.

The endless storm clouds stretching across thousands of miles suddenly dispersed.

A torrential downpour descended from the summit of Longxiao Sacred Mountain.

For a brief moment, the arena fell silent.

Yet the hearts of every cultivator present were burning with excitement.

Even the high-ranking elders of the Three Great Sacred Lands stared in shock.

Was this really just a battle between two juniors?

An overwhelming sense of disbelief filled their minds.

The elders of Yunluo Sacred Land and Wulei Sacred Land, in particular, wore deeply troubled expressions.

Dongling Immortal Pool had already produced a monstrous genius like Ling Feng, someone capable of defeating Ao Jue.

Could it be that this girl, Yu Linglong, was about to defeat Ye Ting as well?

If that happened, Dongling Immortal Pool would sweep three of the top three positions in a single tournament.

Saint Lady Bi Luo nodded slightly.

She was very satisfied with Yu Linglong's performance.

Of course, Yu Linglong's strength had always been unstable.

At times, she was terrifyingly powerful.

At other times, she seemed no different from a shy little girl.

Regardless, forcing Ye Ting to this extent had already brought tremendous honor to Dongling Immortal Pool.

It had also brought tremendous honor to Saint Lady Bi Luo herself.

After this battle, none of the geniuses from the Three Great Sacred Lands would ever forget the name Yu Linglong.

After all, she was the first woman capable of fighting Ye Ting on equal footing.

And she was younger than him.

After a brief lull, nine earth dragons condensed around Yu Linglong once again.

At the same time, Ye Ting continued driving forward with his world-destroying lightning.

If his Destruction Thunder Dragon was the ultimate spear, then Yu Linglong's Earth Spirit Protection was undoubtedly the ultimate shield.

The clash between spear and shield continued for nearly an entire hour.

Yet neither side could gain the upper hand.

However, the higher-ups of the three sects had already noticed something.

Although both sides were exhausting themselves, Yu Linglong was paying a far greater price.

Every collision consumed her primal essence.

Each exchange forced another mouthful of blood essence from her lips.

For her, it was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

After seven or eight such clashes, her face had become as pale as paper.

Even the power of Earth Spirit Protection was beginning to weaken noticeably.

Of course, Ye Ting was hardly in good condition himself.

Controlling such overwhelming lightning power placed an enormous burden on his body.

If he continued dragging this battle out, Yu Linglong might actually wear him down completely.

By the time the following matches arrived, he might not even be capable of displaying ten percent of his strength.

Bang!

The nine dragons formed from Sacred Spirit Power shattered once again.

Ye Ting's body swayed slightly as he stumbled several steps backward.

At this moment, he was covered in blood.

His hair hung in complete disarray.

Ever since making his name known throughout the region, nobody had ever pushed him to such a state.

Yu Linglong was the first.

Yet her situation was even worse.

She could barely remain standing.

Still, she continued murmuring to herself.

I have to win.

I can't disappoint Senior Brother Lin.

The little girl's stubbornness had reached an almost unbelievable level.

"You've forced me this far."

Ye Ting's voice came out in a low growl.

"You should be proud."

A dangerous gleam flashed through his cold eyes.

He slowly lowered his hand.

The terrifying storm clouds filling the sky suddenly dispersed.

Yet instead of easing, the atmosphere became even more oppressive.

A frightening aura began spreading outward.

It seemed as though some terrifying existence hidden within Ye Ting's body was slowly awakening.

Like a beast that had slept for countless years.

And now, it was opening its eyes.

On the elders' platform, Saint Lady Bi Luo's pupils contracted.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Her instincts were screaming a warning.

The current Ye Ting was extremely dangerous.

In the preparation area, Shi Haoxuan's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

A trace of surprise crossed his face.

"So you've been hiding something after all."

For a moment, everyone felt as though an invisible hand had seized their hearts.

Dark pressure rolled across the arena.

The oppressive feeling became so intense that many found it difficult to breathe.

"You silly girl, just surrender already!"

Lin Mu stared at the fragile figure standing on the arena.

Only now did he realize something.

From the very beginning, Yu Linglong had been the only person who never looked down on him.

No matter what he said, even when he was joking, she always took his words seriously.

Under normal circumstances, she would have surrendered long ago.

Yet now, even against a monster like Ye Ting, she had stubbornly persisted until this very moment.

And all because of a single sentence he had casually shouted.

He had told her to defeat Ye Ting.

"How can this girl take everything so seriously..."

Lin Mu clenched his fists tightly.

For the first time, he found himself blaming his own loose tongue.

If he had known Ye Ting was this terrifying, he never would have shouted those words.

If anything happened to Yu Linglong because of it...

He knew he would carry that guilt for the rest of his life.