Ninth in the Peerless God Clan, Where Great Emperors Walk Everywhere
Chapter 229

A Must-Win, Big Sis with the Sour Face

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On stage.

The Soldier Puppet's cold fingers gripped Feng Qingjue's fair neck, Lightning Light flickering between his fingers. With just a little force, he could easily sever her life.

It brought the stunningly beautiful and struggling Feng Qingjue to Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan looked up at her and said calmly, "The outcome is decided."

However, despite her neck being squeezed red by the immense force and her breathing becoming difficult, the light in the phoenix eyes of the cold and beautiful fairy, whose vital parts were being choked, did not dim in the slightest. Instead, it burned with an even more intense flame.

"It's not over yet!"

Feng Qingjue practically spat out those three words between clenched teeth.

Before the words had even finished --

"Snap!"

A crisp sound, as if Myriad Ages ice field had suddenly cracked open, clearly resonated deep within everyone's Divine Soul!

"Buzz--!!!"

Extreme cold, pure, and seemingly born from the Taichu Ice Source, erupted without warning from her exquisite body.

In an instant, frost filled the air above the arena!

A beam of pure ice-blue light, formed from endless ice crystal runes, crashed down from the depths of the void, completely enveloping Feng Qingjue!

A sacred, awe-inspiring, and seemingly capable-of-freezing Dao Rhyme swept across the land.

The Soldier Puppet's indestructible metal hand was instantly covered with a thick layer of black ice, and was shattered by this absolute freezing power, turning into ice crystals that fell to the ground!

The icy blue pillar of light slowly dissipated, revealing a figure within that seemed to have been reborn.

At this moment, Feng Qingjue had undergone a complete transformation.

Her skin had a translucent, jade-like luster, and her original dress turned into ice dust and dissipated under the great power of the Sacred Body Awakening, replaced by an extremely beautiful Ice Crystal Long Skirt.

The slit in her skirt swayed gently with her slender waist, revealing her incredibly long and shapely legs without reservation.

Her once jet-black hair had turned completely silver-white, like an icefall cascading from the heavens.

Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her icy eyes were like an abyss.

With a slight lift of her phoenix eyes, she surveyed the masses with disdain.

That's the look in the eyes of an emperor who rules the world.

"The Sacred Body! It's the Sacred Body!"

"My God! Feng Qingjue had such an incredible trump card up his sleeve?!"

"Jade Bone Naturally Formed, this... this is... the Profound Ice Jade Bone Sacred Body!?"

An elderly cultivator with white hair and beard suddenly stood up, his voice distorted with extreme shock, "Legend has it that only the Great Emperor Han Yuan of the Northern Nether Extreme Ice Land possessed such a supreme physique when he attained enlightenment!"

"Could she... possess Emperor Blood?! Is she a descendant of that person??"

The audience erupted in cheers and exclamations.

The Sacred Body, that of the Upper Thousand Provinces, is a physique that could only possibly appear in the Supreme Immortal Court.

Each of these Sacred Body possesses incredible power, making them an unparalleled symbol of their time!

At the edge of the arena, Feng Qingjue and his subordinates, who had been watching the battle with bated breath, revealed a relieved yet proud smile upon seeing this scene. They exchanged glances, their lips curving upwards.

"As expected, we were exposed after all."

"Very well, let the world see what a true Prodigy is!"

"After hiding it for so long, it's finally being used! Miss's invincible path truly begins now!"

Jiang Yan, watching from above, was dumbfounded. His heart, which had just calmed down, jumped again. "She also has Sacred Body, how can we fight her?!"

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of thousands of cultivators, Feng Qingjue gracefully took a step forward.

With a light touch of her toes, an Ice Crystal Jade Plate, shimmering with the Great Dao Cold Patterns, instantly solidified, steadily supporting her jade feet.

With each step taken, a new Jade Plate unfolds beneath one's feet.

Stepping onto the ever-changing Ice Steps, she ascended step by step, her skirts fluttering as she reached mid-air.

When Feng Qingjue at the highest point, she looked down at Qin Wangchuan below, her silver hair fluttering in the cold wind, like a goddess who wielded the Ice and Snow Authority descending to the Mortal World.

"Qing Wangchuan, you are very strong. You are the strongest Talisman Cultivator I have ever seen."

"But, this is the end!"

Feng Qingjue, jade-like hands, unleashing her Sacred Body's innate Divine Ability—

"Divine Ability? Extreme Ice Emperor Sword!"

An endless chill gathered around him, and the temperature on the arena plummeted, almost freezing even Spiritual Power.

A sword resembling an emperor's sword, seemingly formed from Myriad Ages ice, appeared in the sky and then fell.

This is not the Swordsmanship of mortals, but the ultimate judgment of all things by an emperor who wields the power of ice.

Faced with this Sacred Body Divine Ability capable of freezing the Divine Soul and sealing all laws.

Qin Wangchuan finally slowly stood up from the chair that had been transformed from Soldier Puppet.

He patted the dust-free hem of his clothes, looked up at the sweeping destructive cold wave, and at Feng Qingjue with icy eyes behind it, but his face showed no sign of solemnity.

"You're very strong too," he commented casually, as if he had just woken up. "But I'm tired."

Then, reflected in Feng Qingjue's suddenly contracting icy blue pupils.

The Soldier Puppet who had been standing still to the side suddenly moved!

The Talisman Sword in its hand suddenly lit up, but it wasn't a sword intent that Dao Slash; rather, it was a Nirvana Sword Intent that seemed to come from the beginning and end everything!

The Soldier Puppet brandishes his sword.

There was no earth-shattering display, only a bright light, Primal Sword Qi that seemed capable of burying gods and ending an era, silently slashed out.

The Taichu God-Burial Sword!

When wielded by Soldier Puppet, its power is less than 30% of its original strength.

But it's enough to deal with someone who has just achieved Sacred Body.

The Taichu Sword Light clashed violently with the destructive Emperor Sword!

There was no explosion, no impact.

Wherever the Sword Light passed, the cold tide disintegrated and the ice patterns shattered.

The entire Emperor Sword was as if it had been crushed by an Invisible Giant Hands, disintegrating inch by inch from the tip, turning into a sky full of icy dust.

The moment the Emperor Sword shattered, its Sword Light had already swept diagonally across Feng Qingjue's body.

She stood on Ice Crystal Jade Plate, still maintaining her posture of standing in mid-air.

The proud expression of Sacred Body Awakening on that exquisitely beautiful face was frozen in time.

A thin line of blood stretched from Feng Qingjue's left shoulder all the way to his right waist.

Under the horrified gazes of countless people below the stage, Feng Qingjue's graceful body was severed in two, and blood gushed out.

The jade-like luster unique to the Sacred Body dimmed instantly, and its full head of crystal-clear silver hair faded back to black at a visible speed. The Myriad Ages ice plain reflected in its pupils collapsed inch by inch.

One second she was looking down on everyone, like an ice queen.

At this moment, she was like a divine bird with broken wings, her internal organs scattered all over the ground, her two delicate bodies falling helplessly from mid-air and crashing heavily onto the cold arena.

The entire hall Deathly Stillness.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze fell upon Feng Qingjue's corpse, his voice like Great Dao pronouncement, devoid of sorrow or joy:

"Feng Qingjue failed his tribulation and perished here."

Within his Divine Eye, capable of glimpsing the Origin Source of heaven and earth, a wondrous spectacle unfolded, unseen by ordinary people—

On Feng Qingjue's corpse, the Golden Qi Yun that was originally solid and dazzling now rose up like rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into a brilliant golden torrent that completely entered his body.

That was the immense Qi Yun belonging to those Heaven Crusher, to the Sacred Body, and to countless outstanding individuals.

At this moment, it all belongs to him alone.

He is the true Calamity of All Beings.

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