Chapter 503: She Is a Pervert

Upon hearing this, the whole venue erupted in an uproar.

You should know that most of the disciples participating in this match are at the Nascent Soul to early Spirit Transformation stages; mid Spirit Transformation is already rare, and peak late Spirit Transformation is almost the pinnacle of the younger generation!

Hua Chengyan of the Eighth Continent actually concealed such terrifying strength!

Everyone gasped, staring intently at the young man in purple robes on the platform.

The corner of his mouth still bore that faint, inscrutable smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, let me see how formidable you are."

As soon as his words fell, Hua Chengyan casually waved his hand.

In an instant, it seemed as if a small world had descended upon the arena!

Countless gorgeous, dripping purple violets blossomed out of thin air, each exuding immense mental and spiritual pressure, like a purple sea of flowers surging heavenward and earthward, enveloping Yuan Yao from all sides!

Petals flew everywhere, yet hid killing intent; wherever they passed, space rippled faintly.

Yuan Yao's expression shifted slightly as she swiftly raised her sword to block the onslaught of countless petals.

She dodged with extreme speed and swung her sword!

Even so, several petals still sliced her flesh.

And at the same time—

Hua Chengyan rapidly formed hand seals with both hands, then thrust out his two fingers.

"Ten Thousand Flowers as a Cage—"

"Bind!"

Behold, a barrier formed from condensed purple petals appeared from all directions, like a great net enveloping Yuan Yao!

Yuan Yao felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on her, as if it sought to imprison her body.

She slightly lifted her gaze, gathered her mental power onto the sword blade, and fiercely swung her sword!

"Twofold Life-Death Blade!"

A massive blade of black-and-white light roared toward the floral barrier ahead!

Boom!

A blast sounded.

Hua Chengyan did not reduce his attack speed.

Yuan Yao remained trapped by his spell, utterly unable to approach Hua Chengyan.

Soon, she had acquired numerous wounds.

Seeing this, everyone spoke up:

"Could Yuan Yao possibly lose? She's been on the defensive this whole time!"

"Why doesn't Yuan Yao summon the Yinglong? Could it be she has no intention of summoning the Yinglong?"

"I really underestimated Hua Chengyan before! He's this strong! If Hua Chengyan wins this match, the Eighth Continent will very likely place among the top eight!"

Ying Wuji and the others beneath the platform were all staring at Yuan Yao's silhouette.

Yuan Yao's mouth trickled with strands of blood, and her face grew somewhat pale.

She continually met Hua Chengyan's attacks!

At this moment, Hua Chengyan seemed to sense something, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Is she... intending to use herself as a sparring partner?

Or... is she merely buying time to give her senior brothers and sisters more recovery time?

The smile on Hua Chengyan's face faded; he ceased holding back, directly circulating his inner spiritual power, whose already vigorous aura surged even further, nearly exhausting his strength to condense a massive purple violet blossom, lifelike yet with petal edges bearing a blade‑like chill, which surged toward Yuan Yao with a thunderous crash!

"Blossom in Radiant Beauty—"

"Hundred‑Flower Slay!"

A clear shout rang out, carrying undeniable pressure.

This flower bore the force of ten thousand jun; as it passed over the ground, the hard arena floor instantly cracked, spider‑web fissures spreading, the surrounding spatial airflow violently convulsing and twisting, emitting a wailing shriek, as if even the air were about to be torn apart by this demonic purple violet!

Everyone cried out in shock; this strike's power had already surpassed any of his previous moves, clearly one of Hua Chengyan's hidden ultimate techniques!

Yuan Yao's pupils contracted slightly; she could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that purple violet, as if a mountain were pressing down on her, making her breathing difficult and her movements sluggish.

She gripped her sword with both hands and closed her eyes.

"Myriad Mountains, Myriad Laws—"

"Floating Clouds, Come and Go!"

At the moment her words fell, she raised her sword and swung.

An immensely powerful white blade flashed out, colliding violently with the gigantic purple violet, producing a deafening roar.

Boom—

The violent spiritual impact radiated outward from the two as its center, sweeping the surroundings, causing the entire arena to shudder violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The protective formation beneath the arena flared up instantly, blocking the leaking spiritual aftershock.

Smoke and dust billowed, obscuring everyone's view!

Within the smoke and dust, a slender figure could be faintly seen being hurled backward by the immense impact.

Yuan Yao's figure flipped, she swiftly planted her Phantom Spirit Sword into the ground, carving a sword mark, and came to an abrupt halt; a sweet‑sour taste rose in her throat, and she then spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, Hua Chengyan was also shaken back by that impact, his face turning slightly pale.

Just as everyone was stunned, Yuan Yao suddenly lifted her pale little face, the corner of her mouth curling into a pleased arc.

"Now it's my turn."

In that instant, Yuan Yao released all of her mental power.

"Mental domain, unfold—"

As Yuan Yao's voice fell, all the space above the arena was enveloped by that extremely terrifying spiritual power.

And invisibly, countless threads of spiritual power bound Hua Chengyan's body and limbs.

Hua Chengyan's complexion changed drastically.

He tried to break free of this spiritual power bind, but he never expected Yuan Yao's sword blade to be faster!

Boom—

A huge sword blade came sweeping toward him!

Although he had circulated all his spiritual power to resist, he was still sent flying, crashing heavily into the arena's protective barrier, then tumbling down hard.

"Pfft—" Hua Chengyan spat out a mouthful of blood in pain, his bones feeling as if they had shattered, that spiritual power pressure pressing down so he could not move.

Yuan Yao held the Phantom Spirit Sword; with each step she took toward Hua Chengyan, the spiritual pressure weighing on him increased by a fraction.

"I... I concede." Hua Chengyan gasped out, breathing with difficulty.

The moment his words fell, Yuan Yao's spiritual domain vanished instantly.

Hua Chengyan felt his whole body lighten, his breathing grew smooth, and his sea of consciousness suddenly relaxed.

He hastily clambered to his feet, but moving too fast and too urgently made him cough up blood, his handsome face turning deathly pale.

The first thing he did was cast the Dust-Clearing Technique, then he took out a small bronze mirror to check himself, wiping the blood from his face while coughing weakly.

Seeing this, the crowd twitched the corners of their mouths.

At this point, still worrying about appearances?

Yuan Yao was also badly injured; she took a medicinal pill from her storage space.

At this moment, Yuan Yao and Hua Chengyan locked eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, you're too perverse." Hua Chengyan still underestimated Yuan Yao, never expecting her to have comprehended a spiritual domain.

Yuan Yao's spiritual power is probably stronger than even a Body Integration Realm expert.

That moment's palpitation was so real.

In such a short time, Yuan Yao has grown to this extent; describing her merely as a "peerless genius" is clearly insufficient, because...

She is a monster among peerless geniuses!