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Chapter 853: Chapter 23: The Great Emperor Summons! Li Yao Dominates Her Peers (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

But what use is this thing? This Small Divine Power isn’t even enough to water a Spirit Field!

Could it be that a gentle drizzle can set the mood, making people feel like falling in love?

Just as everyone thought that the Small Divine Power Wang Liyao had comprehended from the Heavenly Dao Laws—Yin Turning Small Rain—was merely a joke,

All of a sudden,

Wu Zhixing, who had previously appeared very calm, suddenly changed his expression. The Yinglong Dharma Form behind him let out a long chant, instantly transforming into an elusive shadow of wind, moving swiftly around the platform.

Yinglong is the master of the Long Wind, and its home field is the sky. At this moment, if he were in the sky, Wu Zhixing could have disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, but on this platform, he could only move within a limited space, and his strength was severely restricted.

This kind of restriction wasn’t a big deal normally, but when facing opponents of the same level, or even those a notch higher, it especially became a hindrance.

Like at this moment.

“Snap!”

Each tiny raindrop fell on Wu Zhixing’s Protective Gang Qi.

The power compressed to the extreme suddenly exploded, and layers of Sword Intent burst forth, causing his Protective Gang Qi to ripple slightly.

Contained within each seemingly tender tiny raindrop was a terrifyingly compressed Sword Intent.

Such raindrops, if just one drop, of course wouldn’t matter—it couldn’t break through Wu Zhixing’s Protective Gang Qi. However, although the rain was sparse, it was incessant.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the myriad of fine rain seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, covering Wu Zhixing like a swarm of bees.

“Snap snap snap snap!”

Wu Zhixing’s Protective Gang Qi exploded like firecrackers during the New Year.

Each raindrop contained compressed Sword Intent, accumulating what terrifying force?

No matter what, Wu Zhixing was a Great Heavenly Proud, with unimaginably profound Bloodline Power and incredibly solid Protective Gang Qi, comparable in defensive power to a Magical Treasure, yet now it was also blasted into constant fluctuations and frequent ripples, causing him to feel dizzy and weak with unstable vital energies.

He only had to continue to stimulate Tiangang, using the power of Divine Skills to counteract, invoking gusts of wind to disperse the gentle drizzle.

“Little Wu, you seem unable to hold on anymore,” Thousand Autumn began to chatter in his ear again, “The chick opposite not only has a perfect body, but her queen-like aura seemed to have switched from an immortal’s temperament to that of a queen, powerfully explosive. How about we surrender, and become a member of her harem…”

“Actually, the feeling of being conquered by a queen isn’t too bad when you think about it; there’s some thrill to it. I’ve already mentally prepared myself for this ending. It’s no problem if you can’t accept it for now, I can slowly help build your psychological tolerance.”

Wu Zhixing’s face darkened.

What kind of spirit sword had he actually cultivated? Not long ago, he was insisting on taking Liyao into his harem, but now that the situation had changed, he was already contemplating kneeling under her pomegranate skirt.

The devil wants your psychological help! I, Wu Zhixing, just want to cultivate quietly.

As Wu Zhixing found himself at a disadvantage, the persona of “String Song” that had begun to crumble, started wildly revealing her true nature, excitedly screaming, “Miss Liyao, push harder, keep blasting them. We must knock them down, trample them underfoot, make them kneel and sing…”

Before she could finish her sentence,

Wang Liyao’s aura became even colder and more menacing, a powerful aura like an invisible hand, seized String Song by the throat, cutting off her noise abruptly.

The pervasive fine rain, as if caught by countless invisible hands, hung suspended in the air like time itself had stopped.

The next moment,

The pervasive fine rain converged silently, like countless streams returning to the sea, then continued condensing, condensing, and condensing.

A single drop of dew appeared on String Song’s sword tip.

This drop of dew was not large, even smaller than ordinary dew.

Under the dim light, its surface flickered with halos, shimmering beautifully, as if countless Mysterious Runes were floating up and down within, emitting an immensely complex and overwhelmingly powerful aura.

“Tianyi True Water!”

Prince De Xin, who was drinking tea, paused, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

You must know that Tianyi True Water is the signature skill of the “Tianyi True Water Vein” as one of the Sacred Land’s Nine Veins. To employ this technique, the requirements for a cultivator’s comprehension of the Heaven and Earth Laws and control over power are extremely high.

Even for Great Heavenly Proud, most couldn’t proficiently use it until they reached the Purple Abode Realm.

Seeing this scene, even though Prince De Xin looked displeased, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of admiration, “So young, yet able to master Tianyi True Water, this girl is indeed extraordinary.”

“Hehe~ That’s right. My disciple, whom I devoted myself wholeheartedly to training, how could she fall behind?” Tianhe Enlightened One stroked his beard, a look of pride painted on his face, yet tearfully mustering strength within.

To train this disciple, he had actually gone completely bankrupt, bearing heavy debts. If they weren’t strong, would there be any justice?

As they were talking,

On the platform, the spirit sword in Wang Liyao’s hand, String Song, trembled lightly, and the Tianyi True Water already left the sword tip, lightly floating towards Wu Zhixing.

The tiny dewdrop slid through the air, light and ethereal, yet seeming to carry the Power of Ten Thousand Jun, even the air made a sound as if it couldn’t bear the weight.

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