Ji Haoyue looked at the Sacred Spear before him. Strange divine patterns engraved upon it depicted angels, demons, and holy halls, while flickering sacred flames intertwined across its surface, radiating a piercing sharpness.
He had no doubt that if this spear pierced him, the sacred flames would reduce him to ashes.
"I lost." Ji Haoyue fell silent for a moment before asking, "What a fine Sacred Spear. Is this your weapon?"
People had always revered heavy weapons such as bells, cauldrons, and pagodas, yet the Yaoguang Holy Son had broken new ground by forging such a spear.
Lin Yu nodded slightly, then recalled the Spear of the Underworld God and returned to the Shaking Light disciples.
"Ji Haoyue lost!"
"The Eastern Wasteland's divine body was no match for the Yaoguang Holy Son."
"The Radiant Divine Body is superior."
Before long, the crowd's discussions surged like a tide, wave after wave. Every face was filled with astonishment, every gaze brimming with shock.
When the Shaking Light Sacred Land's former Holy Son had fought the Ji family's divine body, neither had been able to gain the upper hand. Yet this new Holy Son, Lin Yu, had defeated Ji Haoyue so cleanly and decisively. Once word spread, the Eastern Wasteland would surely become lively again.
"Junior Brother, you truly made a name for yourself this time. Once the Holy Lord hears of this, he will surely be overjoyed."
The Yaoguang Holy Maiden watched Lin Yu stride toward her. He stood tall and carried himself with extraordinary grace, like an immortal descended to earth. She could not help but praise him, her eyes shimmering and her voice gentle as an orchid coming into bloom.
The other disciples also looked at Lin Yu with reverence, their eyes burning with admiration.
"Come on, back to the