I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 102: Let's stop here!

With the true meaning of the Desolate Blade broken, the Desolate Force's momentum instantly weakened. He staggered backward, blood still dripping from his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

Just now, he was the one who had a sure chance of winning and wanted to see his mortal enemy cut in two with a single stroke!

But in the blink of an eye, the tide turned.

"What...what kind of magic is this?"

Huang Li stared at Xiao Ling with suspicion and uncertainty.

He could clearly sense that Xiao Ling was emanating an incomparably powerful dragon might!

Aside from the ancient dragon race, where else could a creature possess such innate power?

Moreover, Xiao Ling's entire body is covered in scales, which is clearly a physical mutation, transforming him into a dragon!

Could he be a mixed-race descendant of Gu Long?

The moment the thought crossed Huang Li's mind, he was startled and quickly dismissed it.

impossible!

He had fought alongside Xiao Ling for so long and had always been on the winning side. If he truly possessed the bloodline of an ancient dragon, he would have already taken over the Desolate Blade Sect... no, the entire Sun Flame Dynasty.

But Xiao Ling gave a light snort and did not answer his question.

The reason is simple: the truth about the Qianlong Pill cannot be exposed. Once exposed, it will implicate Young Master Gu. Xiao Ling had already understood beforehand that Gu Heng's existence must not be known to more people.

Once his secluded life is disturbed, who will be in trouble?

Moreover, why should the victor answer the loser's questions?

Therefore, facing the backlash from the blade, Huang Li sneered, "Huang Li, there's no need for so much talk. The victor is king, the loser is villain. You are no longer my opponent."

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples and elders of the Nianling Sect seemed to wake from a dream and shouted in unison:

"Win! Win!"

"Long live the Supreme Elder!"

"May Heaven bless my Nianling Sect!"

The members of the Nianling Sect were overjoyed, while the members of the Huangdao Sect looked much gloomy. Many disciples looked fearful, and the elders looked as if they had lost their parents.

They never expected that the situation would be reversed by that Supreme Elder, who thought the Nianling Sect was bound to lose, and even injured Huangli!

Moreover, there were so many witnesses to this duel.

For days, even the powerful Yan Xuanwang, second only to the emperor in the Yan royal family, has traveled thousands of miles to watch the battle. Now that the Huangdao Sect is showing signs of defeat, their status is bound to plummet from this point on.

"No, I don't accept it!"

Huang Li gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Why is this guy able to transform into a dragon?

"How could my 'True Intent of the Desolate Blade' be defeated by you!"

Immediately, he stomped his foot and leaped into the air. Ignoring the pain in his body, he once again conjured a blood-red greatsword. He held it with both hands and slashed it down fiercely at Xiao Ling. A blood-red blade of light, even larger than before, carried a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and breaking peaks as it cleaved towards Xiao Ling!

However, Xiao Ling remained standing still, without even changing his expression.

It was as if he hadn't even seen the terrible attack!

"Boom!" The blood-red light landed on his chest, and instantly, a shockwave surged forth!

The surrounding mountains swayed violently.

King Yanxuan frowned as he watched the aftershocks of the Daoist force sweeping towards him, threatening to capsize his warship.

Sitting close together also carries risks.

He gently waved the hand holding the teacup, and an even stronger, murderous aura swept out from his palm, easily dispelling the aftershocks.

As the energy dissipated, everyone was shocked to see that Xiao Ling was standing there unharmed, while Huang Li, having forcibly used his true energy again, suffered a more severe backlash, vomited blood, and looked exhausted.

"Is this what you call the 'True Meaning of the Desolate Blade'?"

Xiao Ling casually wiped away non-existent dust from his body, looking nonchalant and completely disregarding Huang Li's "ultimate move".

This ancient dragon physique is truly powerful! Although the effects of the Qianlong Pill vary depending on cultivation level, Xiao Ling can sense that within the three-level difference, no one can harm him now!

Even if he stands still and lets Huang Li chop at him, he won't be able to hurt a single hair on his head.

Xiao Ling coldly shouted, "Die!"

With this roar, he suddenly charged towards Huang Li, his arms swinging like a soaring dragon, ready to strike Huang Li, who was caught off guard and unable to catch his breath, with a heavy blow!

Huang Li struggled to escape, only to find himself firmly locked onto by Xiao Ling!

There is no way to avoid it.

Seeing this scene, the disciples and elders of the Desolate Blade Sect felt a chill run down their spines and straight to their heads. They trembled all over and almost collapsed to the ground!

At that moment, everyone knew it was all over.

The Desolate Blade Sect is doomed! Some people have already closed their eyes, because they believe that Desolate Force will inevitably have his internal organs shattered and his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

However, the expected scene did not appear.

Because at this moment, there is now Yan Xuan Wang between Xiao Ling and Huang Li.

This high-ranking prince had his right hand behind his back, and his left hand easily grasped Xiao Ling's dragon fist, which was coming with a killing intent. It was as if he had grasped a child's fist. He shook Xiao Ling away without lifting a finger.

"Your Majesty?"

Xiao Ling frowned.

Although he had anticipated that the duel might not be a life-or-death situation, Huang Li's life was in danger, so he intervened to stop him.

You can't help but feel annoyed.

"Hahaha, that's enough, I thoroughly enjoyed watching!"

King Yanxuan laughed heartily a few times, his gaze burning as he looked at Xiaoling, exclaiming, "Elder Xiaoling's ancient dragon physique has truly broadened my horizons!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling's pupils contracted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

Yan Xuanwang turned to look at the dejected Huang Li and said, "Sect Master Huang Li is not bad either. It is said that no one else has ever mastered the 'True Meaning of the Desolate Blade', but today's battle has shown people its domineering nature."

Upon hearing this, everyone from the Desolate Blade Sect was taken aback.

Why does King Yanxuan's praise sound so strange?

Didn't you see that their sect leader's two consecutive moves didn't even break the opponent's defense?

Is it "domineering"?

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."

Despite their doubts, the members of the Desolate Blade Sect could only respectfully bow in response. They had personally witnessed this King Yanxuan deflect Xiao Ling's heavy punch with just one hand, demonstrating the King Yanxuan's formidable power!

Xiao Ling smiled bitterly and clasped his hands, saying, "I am grateful for Your Highness's kindness, but my little skills are really not worth mentioning in front of Your Highness."

His words were humble and polite, as if the fight just now was just a game.

However, Huang Li felt extremely frustrated and wished he could find a block of tofu and smash his head against it to die.

He, the dignified leader of a sect, has now lost so utterly that he has no face left. And yet, King Yanxuan still insists on praising him. This is not praise; it is clearly a complete disgrace!

"Hehe, Your Highness flatters me."

Although he was furious, Huang Li still managed to force a smile.

After all, the person in front of him was a powerful expert at the sixth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, so how could he dare to be negligent?