The Eight Peaks Thunder Prison is indeed somewhat inadequate in the context of the Nine Dragons Divine Dynasty.
However, this was because Mu Fusheng did not use the Ancient Divine Lightning, but only applied ordinary lightning power.
One of the peaks was pierced through by Cang Ming's Bloodtooth Saber.
Everyone frowned when they saw Cang Ming easily break through Mu Fusheng's attack.
This person doesn't seem particularly strong, so why would the Crown Prince and even the Princess value him?
Even the Xuanming Holy Son was somewhat puzzled for a moment.
Would Jiu Bailu really value someone like this?
Or does he have some other special quality?
Looking at Jiu Bailu and the Crown Prince again, I saw that their expressions had not changed.
At this moment, in the arena.
Cang Ming: "This is boring. Since this is all the strength you have, let's end this as soon as possible."
Having said that, he gripped the hilt of the Bloodtooth Saber with both hands, one in front of the other, bent his knees slightly, and stepped forward with his right foot, stomping heavily onto the red carpet.
A crimson aura erupted instantly!
Behind him, a headless, blood-red shadow wielding a large sword materialized!
The overwhelming Blood Qi, if not for the Dragon Phoenix Zither's barrier, would probably have shattered this dome.
Those around them shook their heads slightly upon seeing this.
If Cang Ming Mu Fusheng only possessed the strength he had just displayed, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand this attack from Cangming.
All eyes were on Mu Fusheng, eager to see what he would do next.
Is it to admit defeat outright?
They chose to withstand Cang Ming's Blood Shadow Mad Saber attack head-on.
Mu Fusheng looked up at the headless blood-red figure with a solemn expression.
He took a slight step back and began to form hand seals.
The remaining seven thunder peaks began to move, and then, under the infusion of endless thunder power, they shielded Mu Fusheng's body behind them.
Cang Ming noticed Mu Fusheng's step back and sneered, "You think these few tortoise shells can protect you?"
Having said that, he picked up the Bloodtooth Saber with both hands and slashed it down towards Mu Fusheng from top to bottom!
At the same time, the headless blood-red shadow behind him also made the same move while wielding a mad blade.
The mad blade arrived, pressing down on the seven thunder peaks like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Even with the Dragon Phoenix Zither separating them, those nearby could still smell the rampant stench of blood.
How many people must have been slain, how many souls fallen beneath Cang Ming's blade, to condense such a massive amount of Blood Qi?
However, no one is thinking about this now; instead, everyone's attention is focused on the seven Thunder Peaks.
When the Blood Shadow Mad Saber landed on the foremost thunder peak.
As everyone expected, in just two breaths, Lei Feng let out a cracking sound as it could no longer bear the weight, and the Bloodtooth Saber sank into Lei Feng!
As Cang Ming stepped forward, the Leifeng Pagoda was instantly reduced to dust!
Behind Lei Feng, Mu Fusheng let out a muffled groan, bracing himself with his hands in front of him as if he were under immense pressure, and took a step back.
Seeing this, Xiao Hei and Fang Qiong behind them were speechless.
She's really good at pretending...
If they hadn't known part of Mu Fusheng's strength, they probably would have been fooled by his superb acting skills.
The crown prince, on the other hand, looked at this scene with a rather strange expression.
How can this look so real?
Could it be that Mu Fusheng truly lacks real strength, and even last time he only managed to unleash that aura that even the Heavenly Thicket Sword Ancestor feared by relying on external aids?
Jiu Bailu smiled faintly, and a golden light, barely perceptible to ordinary people, flickered deep in the depths of her eyes as she looked at Mu Fusheng.
This golden light seemed to be able to see through everything.
Cang Ming's Blood Shadow Mad Saber had not stopped, and the headless blood shadow behind him was wielding a large blade and continuously slashing at the thunder peaks!
In just a dozen breaths, only two of the remaining six Leifeng peaks remained!
Mu Fusheng's face also visibly began to turn pale.
The aura began to become chaotic.
Cang Ming pressed his hands down on the Bloodtooth Saber while sneering, "I'm a little embarrassed, I didn't expect you to be so weak. It seems I'm bullying the weak."
"Why don't you just admit defeat? If you do, you might not get hurt, and I'll sheathe my sword immediately."
Mu Fusheng's lips trembled, but he said nothing.
But in Cang Ming's eyes, that look didn't seem like he wanted to admit defeat.
Cang Ming sneered, "You do have some guts."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Ming let out a low shout.
Another Leifeng Pagoda cracked open!
However, the moment the last Leifeng came into Cang Ming's view, Cang Ming expression changed instantly.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes widened instantly!
Before his eyes, Leifeng Pagoda was covered with talismans, which had appeared out of nowhere.
On the talisman, a vast amount of lightning power converged to form a lightning net.
The massive net of lightning that formed from the convergence completely trapped Cang Ming within it.
At the same time, bolts of lightning flashed inside Leifeng Pagoda!
A destructive force of lightning, accompanied by the bursts of lightning emanating from the talismans, began to gather power.
Cang Ming's face showed horror. Surrounded by the net of thunder, even if he managed to break through it, he couldn't escape the power generated by the thunderbolts and the exploding talismans.
Furthermore, it would cause them to miss the best opportunity for defense.
On a subconscious impulse, Cang Ming let out a low shout, and the headless blood shadow stood in front of Cang Ming, holding a large sword to block.
Cang Ming also held the Bloodtooth Saber horizontally in front of his chest.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd.
Lightning flashed!
Rumble!
A huge, muffled thunderous roar resounded throughout the entire hall, and even everyone in the palace could see the lightning continuously emanating from within!
The lightning lasted for a full twenty breaths before it began to slowly dissipate.
Inside the main hall, everyone slowly opened their eyes, staring intently at the center of the red carpet.
Then, Cang Ming and Mu Fusheng's figures appeared.
The headless blood shadow had dissipated, Cang Ming's clothes were tattered, revealing the torn and bloody flesh beneath.
His breathing was somewhat unsteady.
In contrast, Mu Fusheng was panting heavily, kneeling on the ground, his body covered in countless wounds.
Cang Ming's face darkened. "Despicable! They actually used external objects!"
Mu Fusheng sneered, "I am a talisman master. I carved all these talismans myself. How is that despicable?"
Cang Ming sneered, "Relying on such tricks is just trading injury for injury. I can still deliver one more strike. How can you withstand my final blow?"
Mu Fusheng took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly as if he were forcing himself to stand up, then smiled and pointed to Cang Ming's feet.
Cang Ming looked down and saw that his feet were covered with talismans!
"You are stronger than me, but you seem a bit too arrogant."
Mu Fusheng looked at Cang Ming with a smile and said, "If you think you can withstand these talismans, then I'll admit defeat."