"Wrong."
Ying Jiutian frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the light screen, taking in everything.
The kid seemed to be struggling in vain, but his expression didn't reveal any despair; on the contrary, he seemed to be filled with fighting spirit.
This battle won't end so easily.
Han Xuanji's mind was now free of distractions, and he realized that his opponent's trump card was not so simple.
Unlike Xiao Jiuyuan, the opponent's foundation was far stronger. Even though they both drew upon their bloodline power and unleashed supreme Divine Ability, the power they unleashed far surpassed that of Xiao Jiuyuan.
One after another, beams of starlight sword light pierced through the air, crashing against the Hunyuan World-Suppressing Cauldron like a torrential rain, only to be continuously absorbed by the giant cauldron.
Han Xuanji wielded his sword with his left hand while repeatedly forming hand seals with his right.
Immediately afterward, he shifted his body and unleashed the Ten Directions Return to Origin Seal once more. This time, it wasn't a single Law Seals, but rather three parts, then nine, forming nine pitch-black Law Seals pressed down like dark clouds, mixed with sword light, and madly smashed towards the golden cauldron.
In an instant, the entire Starry Sky Battlefield was filled with his offensive. Sword Qi flowed like rivers, and the light of his sword rained down. His true essence poured out as if it were free.
Han Xuanji had never used such full strength before.
He was like a tireless god of war, each strike far exceeding the limits that ordinary Eternal True God could imagine.
The Starry Sky trembled, and a buzzing sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Even battlefields strong enough to support Eternal Sage show signs of impending collapse.
This prompted Ying Jiutian to hurriedly order people to set up the restraints to prevent things from getting out of control.
This scene made the spectators forget to breathe.
"These two are inhuman."
"This is terrifying! Is this still the Eternal True God?"
"Even using his trump cards, Ying Yuan still couldn't defeat Han Xuanji?"
Some people have begun to waver, realizing that Ying Yuan doesn't seem to be winning overwhelmingly; on the contrary, Han Xuanji has stabilized the situation.
Even though this divine cauldron can absorb power, everyone knows that it has its limits.
Moreover, Ying Yuan was under great pressure when he used this move, so it was impossible for him to use it easily; otherwise, he would have used it long ago.
That was indeed the case, Ying Yuan felt somewhat tormented.
Using this move, his physical body even began to slowly crack, because he simply could not withstand the power of the Hunyuan World-Suppressing Cauldron.
We can't let this drag on any longer.
With a thought, Ying Yuan unleashed his full power. He held up the sky with one hand, and the huge cauldron rotated with his thoughts. With each rotation, it spewed out Wuliang golden light, blocking and absorbing Han Xuanji's attacks one by one, while also pushing the Qi and Blood of the Hunyuan Indestructible Sacred Body to its limit.
His body radiated golden light, which coalesced into Five-Clawed Golden Dragon that lunged at Han Xuanji with bared fangs and claws.
Wherever the golden dragon passed, even the Starry Sky looked as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron.
Han Xuanji neither dodged nor evaded, engaging in close combat with Long Ying. For a moment, the sounds of dragon roars, explosions, and sword cries mingled together, and flashes of light spread between the two like fireworks.
No one was speaking outside the arena; only the occasional gasp of surprise could be heard.
An elderly-looking Holy Lord said in a deep voice:
"In the past, either of these two would have been a figure who could dominate an entire generation of the Sacred Court. Now, they've both come together in the same generation—it's truly—"
He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized he didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Someone chimed in, "When a dragon and a tiger clash, one is bound to be injured. What a pity."
Mo Chenxiao's smile vanished, replaced by worry that Han Xuanji was pushing herself too hard.
Actually, this isn't Dragon Platform Feast, so there's no need to put in so much effort.
If, after the battle, one suffers hidden injuries, it would be a great loss.
Ying Jiutian was doing the same, his gaze fixed intently on the light screen.
He was prepared to act at any time.
If either of these two people were injured, it would be a loss that the Sacred Court could hardly bear.
Especially Ying Yuan, the Young Emperor of the Ying Household, is not only his disciple but also the most outstanding talent the Ying Household has had in tens of thousands of years.
What was a few hundred breaths felt to everyone as longer than several hundred years.
The two had clashed countless times, shattering the entire Starry Sky Battlefield with their power, even causing the stars formed by the power of restrictions to begin to crumble.
Ying Yuan gritted his teeth; his pride as the Young Emperor of the Ying Household wouldn't allow him to lose, and it kept him standing firm.
He recalled the brutal trials his Lineage had endured, and the countless days and nights he had struggled between life and death.
His success today is not solely due to talent.
He refused to believe he would fall here, refused to believe that a rising newcomer could pull him off the throne.
But in the end, he overestimated his own spiritual power and underestimated Han Xuanji's endurance.
Han Xuanji's breathing remained despairingly steady throughout.
Ying Yuan could sense that the other party's true energy was as deep and boundless as the ocean, seemingly inexhaustible.
His punches grew heavier, his swords sharper, and his seals heavier, until one moment, Ying Yuan suddenly realized that his body could no longer keep up.
It was only a fleeting moment, but in that instant, Han Xuanji's sword light pierced through the gap in the golden dragon, and the Ten Directions Return to Origin Seal seized the opportunity to enter, slamming heavily onto the Hunyuan World-Suppressing Cauldron.
The golden light of the giant cauldron suddenly dimmed, and it flew backward, then turned into fragments and disappeared into the air as if it had never existed.
Ying Yuan struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of golden blood and fell backward a hundred feet, kneeling in the void.
He struggled to lift his head, wanting to fight again, but Han Xuanji was already in front of him, his fingers pointing like a sword, but he did not strike.
You lost.
Han Xuanji said softly.
Looking at the blue-robed man before him, who seemed to have descended from the heavens, Ying Yuan's eyes revealed for the first time a deep sense of resentment, yet also a hint of relief.
He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all his fighting spirit had vanished, leaving only three hoarse words:
"I lost."
He slowly rose and bowed to Han Xuanji.
A loss is a loss.
He wasn't a sore loser, though; he didn't act hysterically.
Rather than feeling resentful, Ying Yuan inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
In the past, he has always carried the expectations of countless people, and he has felt immense pressure since childhood.
After losing to Han Xuanji, some of the burdens in his heart seemed to have lightened.
Han Xuanji felt a sense of respect as he watched this scene.
Only those who can calmly admit defeat in such dire circumstances deserve to be called true geniuses.
Soon, Ying Yuan didn't say anything more, directly conceding defeat, and his figure disappeared from the battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, Han Xuanji appeared on the Galaxy Platform.
The rankings on the screen slowly changed, and a new top spot appeared high above.
[First place: Han Xuanji.]