Chapter 133: Qilin Great Technique vs. True Dragon Great Technique: A Clash of Titans

Jun Lingcang, though his eyes were covered by a cloth, still gazed toward the golden and glorious Dragon Palace.

A faint pressure spread out, causing his brows to slightly furrow.

Around the Huntian Mountains, many were watching closely—this would be a great battle.

Some strong figures from the Ancestral Dragon Nest had also arrived.

Long Bichi had come as well.

She stood in the void, clad in green armor, her expression calm.

Though she had once nearly had her Dao heart shattered by Jun Xiaoyao, she had not collapsed utterly like Ji Xuan, leaving room for recovery.

Now, she was slowly recovering.

"Pity—Jun Xiaoyao didn't come," Long Bichi gritted her silver teeth.

She truly wanted to see Jun Xiaoyao crushed by Princess Long Ji.

Only then would her inner shadows lessen somewhat.

As Long Bichi thought this, she turned her gaze to another young man across the way.

"How did that guy end up with Princess Long Ji?"

The person Long Bichi referred to was naturally Xiao Chen.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's face was dark. He hadn't expected Jun Xiaoyao, with his arrogant nature, to not show up.

Instead, the First Sequence had come.

"Jun Xiaoyao—are you truly afraid?" Xiao Chen thought inwardly.

At this moment, a cold, indifferent voice echoed from within the Dragon Palace.

"You are not Jun Xiaoyao. What are you doing here?"

The voice belonged to Princess Long Ji.

"Hah. The descendant of an ancient emperor dares not even show your face? Or are you… afraid?" Jun Lingcang remained composed.

Though ancient anomalies were terrifying, he too was a forbidden Rebirth Eye cultivator, First Sequence.

BOOM!

A golden path of light extended from deep within the Dragon Palace.

A tall, elegant, world-renowned silhouette stepped forward slowly.

Princess Long Ji's black hair fluttered in the wind, her celestial silk robes untouched by dust.

Her slender, graceful form gleamed like refined lamb's fat jade, radiating a soft luster.

Her figure was perfect—full where it should be full, slender where it should be slender.

Her stunningly long, beautiful legs stepped slightly apart, swaying with grace.

Her bare feet, whiter than snow, glistened pure and clear, evoking an urge to cradle them in one's hands.

Many male cultivators present held their breath, eyes wide open.

Many had seen Princess Long Ji for the first time.

One glance left one awestruck.

Though she was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, she carried an aloof, icy majesty—like a queen.

"The current generation of the Jun Clan's First Sequence—barely qualified to challenge me," Princess Long Ji softly spoke, her crimson lips parting.

Her peerless jade face was veiled in mist, making her features indistinct.

"Descendant of the ancient emperor—your reputation is well-deserved," Jun Lingcang said, forced to treat her with seriousness.

After this, no further words were wasted.

They struck at once.

Both of their realms were clearly at the Nirvana Stage.

Princess Long Ji had already been at Nirvana when sealed, so her realm was not vastly superior to today's prodigies.

Jun Lingcang extended his hand; purple qi surged forth, forming a purple Qilin that charged toward Princess Long Ji.

"That technique…" Many elder cultivators widened their eyes—such a technique was terrifying, evoking memories of a famed martial art.

Princess Long Ji's expression remained calm as she swept her jade hand, her magic power surging.

The heavens seemed to split open as a colossal dragon claw descended, capable of crushing ancient mountains.

It was the ancestral technique of the Ancestral Dragon Nest—the Reverse Dragon Hand.

BOOM!

The clash of their techniques shook the world like heaven collapsing and earth cracking.

The Huntian Mountains began to collapse.

"So strong! Both are world-shaking talents—this clash of titans is breathtaking!"

Not just the young cultivators—even the elder experts were astonished.

The battle's shockwaves were terrifying—like two saints colliding.

Jun Lingcang extended his hand again; purple qi shifted between Qilin palms and purple discs, their power reaching its peak.

"Is that… the Qilin Great Technique!" someone cried out.

The Qilin Great Technique was ranked among the supreme martial arts alongside the True Dragon Great Technique and the True Phoenix Great Technique.

Generally, it was never passed down outside the lineage.

"Could Jun Lingcang have inherited the Qilin Ancient Cave's legacy?" some looked at him with strange expressions.

The Qilin Ancient Cave, like the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain, was a famed top-tier ancient imperial clan.

Logically, their Qilin Great Technique could never be transmitted outside the clan.

The only possibility was that Jun Lingcang had accidentally inherited the Qilin Great Technique.

Some turned their gaze to his mount—the Qilin beast—and suddenly understood.

"The Qilin Great Technique… is incomplete," Princess Long Ji murmured softly.

Then she struck again—like a celestial dragon extending its claw, a terrifying dragon aura erupted.

"That's the True Dragon Great Technique!" Gasps echoed everywhere.

Just moments ago, Jun Lingcang had unleashed the Qilin Great Technique; now, Princess Long Ji had unleashed the True Dragon Great Technique.

And clearly, this was the complete version—not the inferior, mutated form once used by Long Haotian.

BOOM…

The battlefield seemed to return to primordial chaos—Qilin leapt, True Dragon lashed its tail, the battle's tremors sent shivers through all who watched.

Jun Lingcang unleashed further Jun Clan techniques: the Emperor's Seal, the Mountain-Sea Seal, the War Decree, the Grand Void Art.

Each technique he unleashed carried world-shaking power.

"So strong—is this the true power of the Jun Clan's First Sequence?" Many hearts trembled.

They began to reassess the Jun Clan's younger generation.

Aside from Jun Xiaoyao, there were still such fierce talents.

Of course, Princess Long Ji's strength was no less formidable.

Her True Dragon Great Technique shifted like a divine dragon overturning the sea, as if ready to shatter the very void before her.

Not even Nirvana-stage experts—let alone higher-level Sky-Accessing experts—could survive being struck by this technique; their bodies would shatter into pieces.

More importantly, Princess Long Ji's expression remained calm—as if she hadn't even begun to try.

This filled many with shock.

Even her casual strike carried such power—what would happen if she truly fought seriously?

This great battle lasted three full days and nights; the entire Huntian Mountains were shattered into fragments.

Yet, puzzlingly, Princess Long Ji had not used her full strength, nor had Jun Lingcang activated his Rebirth Eyes.

Some believed Jun Lingcang's Rebirth Eyes were in a crucial stage of transformation and temporarily unusable.

Finally, a thunderous crash echoed.

Jun Lingcang was thrown back over a hundred steps, his chest churning with turbulent blood.

Blood trickled down his arm.

Though his physical body was strong, it still paled compared to Princess Long Ji, who carried the blood of the Celestial Dragon Emperor.

After all, dragon bodies were inherently terrifying—how much more so for a descendant of an ancient emperor?

Princess Long Ji's skin was pure and radiant, but to underestimate her physical power because of it would be foolish.

After all, not everyone's body was as monstrous as Jun Xiaoyao's, capable of overpowering the dragon race.

Seeing this, all knew that while Jun Lingcang had not been utterly defeated, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

Yet he had not yet activated his Rebirth Eyes.

Of course, Princess Long Ji had not revealed her full strength either.