Under Yue Yao and Hun Feng's control, the White Bone Battle Formation and the blood-red phantom collided again and again on the Competition Stage. Heart-stopping power rippled outward with every clash, leaving the clans watching the ceremony shaken.
"I never imagined the Spirit Clan would produce such a prodigy at this point. She isn't even at a disadvantage against the Soul Clan's Young Clan Leader."
"Heh, who would have thought the Spirit Clan had been holding back such a trump card? The seventy-third Saintess, Shangguan, and the seventieth Saintess, Han Ling-their signature techniques seem to have both been passed down to Yue Yao. Who knows what else they're hiding..."
As Yue Yao and Hun Feng fought, the spectators from each clan watched their battle with shifting gazes, each silently working their own little abacus.
Bang!
The scarlet phantom tore down toward Yue Yao. Blood-red claw marks several dozen feet long swept downward, instantly enveloping her. Silver light flickered over her body as she tightened her grip on her bone spear. The White Bone Phantoms around her attacked in unison, unleashing streaks of light that merged together and struck the scarlet claw marks in midair with a thunderous boom.
Unable to defeat Yue Yao despite their prolonged battle, Hun Feng gradually grew excited and frenzied. He attacked her again and again, bloodthirsty excitement lurking deep within his eyes, as though he had gone far too long without venting like this.
After successfully blocking Hun Feng's attack, Yue Yao paused slightly. Only four squads of the White Bone Phantoms surrounding her remained. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her grip on her spear tightened. Bone-chilling killing intent spilled from her pale-blue eyes as White Bone Phantoms appeared around her once more—even more than before.
The spectators were all somewhat surprised to see the