Chapter 209 The Heavenly Tyrant Body Vision (1)

Cang Man took a step forward, and the hard white marble slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, with spiderweb-like fissures spreading out.

The Aura around him was like a volcanic eruption; a wild and overbearing momentum soared into the sky, rivaling Ji Siyu’s world-freezing chill. They intertwined and collided in mid-air, producing invisible roars.

"Retreat!"

Someone shouted, and the spectating Disciples snapped out of their daze, hurriedly using their movement techniques to back away.

In an instant, they cleared a vast area in the center of the square.

In a confrontation at the Saint level, the aftershocks of power were enough to destroy mountains and split Peaks; it was definitely not something these Disciples with shallow cultivation could withstand.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the two figures in the field, and they unconsciously held their breath.

On one side was the long-renowned First Holy Son, invincible with his Tyrant Body.

On the other side was the mysterious and unfathomable future successor.

This duel could be called the Peak battle of the Taiyi Holy Land’s younger generation.

Ji Siyu stood quietly in place, her white clothes fluttering without wind. She no longer suppressed her Aura.

In an instant, a chill far more biting and pure than before exploded outward with her as the center.

The air made faint cracking sounds as if it were about to be frozen solid. A layer of white frost quickly condensed on the ground and continued to spread outward.

Some Disciples who were slightly closer felt their blood circulation become sluggish even with their Protective Qi, and their Souls were trembling slightly.

"Seventh Level Saint?"

Soon, someone keenly perceived Ji Siyu’s exact cultivation Realm and couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

"What? Only Seventh Level Saint? That’s two minor Realms lower than Senior Brother Cang Man!"

"The gap in cultivation is so obvious. Senior Brother Cang Man’s Heavenly Tyrant Body is invincible among those of the same rank and can even fight a Saint King without losing. Can she do it?"

"It seems that her being able to defeat enemies with one sword earlier was mostly due to that strangely powerful sword technique. But facing Senior Brother Cang Man at full power, the hard gap in cultivation might be difficult to bridge."

For a moment, voices of doubt quietly rose from all sides.

Those who had originally felt awe because of Ji Siyu’s strong performance couldn’t help but waver now.

Cultivation is the Foundation. A gap of two minor Realms is often an insurmountable chasm in a duel between top Prodigies.

Even some of the Elders watching the battle around the high platform frowned slightly, their eyes showing doubt and scrutiny.

They could see that Ji Siyu’s Sword Intent was extraordinary, but the Spiritual Power fluctuations she emitted were indeed only at the Seventh Level Saint.

Furthermore, her Physique didn’t seem to have any special characteristics; it wasn’t any kind of powerful Treasure Body or Divine Body they knew of.

With such a Foundation, how could she compete with the Heavenly Tyrant Body that dominated its generation?

Only Holy Lord Mu Qingyu remained seated in her high position, her expression calm, with even a trace of a faint smile on her lips.

She naturally knew her Disciple’s background much better than others.

In the arena, Cang Man also clearly perceived Ji Siyu’s cultivation Realm.

The original solemnity in his eyes instantly turned into a hint of undisguised contempt.

He had originally regarded her as a formidable enemy, but now he found that her cultivation wasn’t even as high as his.

"I’ll let you make the first move, lest people say I, Cang Man, am bullying the weak."

Cang Man stood with his hands behind his back, his voice booming with absolute confidence.

The might of the Tyrant Body gave him the capital to look down on his peers.

Ji Siyu was not moved in the slightest by the other’s contempt. Her cold face was like primordial ice that would never melt.

She lightly raised her delicate hand, and a longsword that was crystal clear all over, as if forged from extreme frost crystals, appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The sword’s body flowed with a deep blue luster, emitting a heart-palpitating chill.

She didn’t say a word; her response to Cang Man was direct and sharp action.

"Buzz!"

As the Nine Heavens Frost Sword Scripture circulated, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly plummeted again.

The crystal longsword in her hand trembled slightly, and a deep blue Sword Qi, like an ice scar tearing through the firmament, shot out through the air.

This strike seemed simple and direct, but it contained the ultimate chill that could freeze the Soul and destroy all Laws. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, space distorted, leaving behind clear crystal trails.

Although she only had the Spiritual Power Foundation of a Seventh Level Saint, the power of this sword strike made the Holy Sons and Saintesses present feel their scalps go numb with apprehension.

Cang Man, who was at the brunt of it, changed his expression instantly.

That look of contempt vanished completely, replaced by a look of solemnity and shock.

He clearly felt that the power of this sword strike had definitely reached a level sufficient to threaten or even heavily injure an ordinary Ninth Level Saint.

"Tyrant Body Protection!"

Cang Man roared, not daring to be careless anymore.

The Nine Transformations Tyrant Body Art circulated frantically. His bronze skin instantly took on a metallic luster, his muscles bulged, his Blood Qi surged like a dragon, and a sense of overbearing and peerless power radiated from his body.

He clenched his fists, and a brilliant golden light condensed on them, like two small suns, as he slammed them fiercely against the cold Sword Qi.

"Boom!"

Fist and sword met, producing a deafening roar.

The golden fist radiance and the deep blue Sword Qi collided violently. An energy storm spread out like ripples, lifting the ground layer by layer and sending debris flying.

Cang Man only felt an extremely cold and sharp power surge into his body through his fists, making his blood churn. The golden light on the surface of his fists dimmed a bit, and they were even covered with a thin layer of ice.

He was actually forced back half a step by this one sword strike!

"What terrifying Sword Qi!"

Cang Man was horrified. He finally understood why Jian Chen and Nangong Wan had lost so cleanly.

Having gained the upper hand with one strike, Ji Siyu followed her sword, launching an offensive like a violent storm.

Her figure was as graceful as a startled swan and as supple as a swimming dragon. Surrounded by the icy Aura, she appeared even more cold and transcendent.

Every time the crystal longsword in her hand swung, it brought forth streaks of deep blue Sword Astral. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, yet it carried a charm of simplifying the complex.

The power of the Nine Heavens Frost Sword Scripture was displayed to its fullest by her.

Every sword strike contained the ultimate Law of Ice and sharp Sword Intent, as if it could freeze the true Soul and cut off all vitality.

Cang Man pushed the Nine Transformations Tyrant Body Art to its limit. Golden light flared around him, and his fists, palms, fingers, and legs were all sharp weapons of attack.

He roared repeatedly, his Tyrant Body Blood Qi soaring to the sky, as he tried to break Ji Siyu’s sword momentum with absolute power.

His attacks were fierce and peerless; every strike was enough to shatter a mountain, and golden fist shadows and palm winds covered the sky.

However, Ji Siyu’s sword was too cold, too fast, and too sharp!

That deep blue Sword Qi was not only powerful but also had extremely strong permeability and freezing effects, constantly eroding his protective golden light and Physical Body.

His attacks were often weakened, frozen, or even shattered by that airtight net of cold swords before they could even touch Ji Siyu.

On the field, it was actually Ji Siyu who held a clear advantage.