Chapter 210 The Heavenly Tyrant Body Vision (2)

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With the posture of a Seventh Level Saint, she suppressed Cang Man—a Ninth Level Saint with the Heavenly Tyrant Body—forcing him to retreat step by step, barely able to parry.

"What... what am I seeing? Senior Brother Cang Man is being suppressed?"

"Incredible! Is she really only a Seventh Level Saint? What kind of swordsmanship is this? The power is just too terrifying!"

"The gap in Cultivation Techniques is too large! Senior Brother Cang Man’s Nine Transformations Tyrant Body Art is already a top technique of the Holy Land, but it seems completely incomparable to Her Highness Ji’s swordsmanship."

"If not for the strength of the Heavenly Tyrant Body, anyone else would have been frozen stiff by that cold air and torn to pieces by the Sword Qi long ago."

"The Holy Lord’s Vision is indeed beyond our reach."

The Disciples watching from all sides were dazzled, their exclamations and praises rising one after another.

This scene completely overturned their understanding of the relationship between cultivation Realms and combat power.

Ji Siyu used absolute strength to win their awe.

In the crowd, a faint light flashed through Chen Chuan’s eyes; it was the Eye of Wisdom operating quietly.

From his unique perspective, the trajectory of the Spiritual Power flowing around Ji Siyu was crystal clear.

The heavenly Laws and Dao charms invoked by the Nine Heavens Frost Sword Scripture were far more profound and mysterious than Cang Man’s Nine Transformations Tyrant Body Art; the two were almost not on the same level.

"The grade of the Cultivation Technique is a complete crush, and the understanding of the Laws is worlds apart. Although the Heavenly Tyrant Body is strong, it is ultimately a notch below my wife at this moment."

Chen Chuan knew in his heart that the outcome of this battle was already decided.

"Ah! I don’t believe it!"

Being so suppressed by someone with lower cultivation made Cang Man feel unprecedented frustration and anger.

He let out a sky-shaking roar, and the Blood Qi in his body surged like a great river.

"Dharma Idol, condense!"

Boom!

A giant Dharma Idol, a hundred zhang tall, suddenly condensed behind him.

The idol was dark gold all over with blurred features, but it emitted a terrifying Aura like a primordial demon god. The overbearing pressure made the entire square tremble.

And that wasn’t all!

"Heavenly Tyrant Body Vision, Heavenly Dao Phantom, open!"

Following Cang Man’s roar...

Above the giant Dharma Idol, a hazy and grand phantom appeared, as if it were a miniature of the vast firmament, containing endless heavenly might and Law power.

With the addition of the Vision, Cang Man’s Aura climbed frantically like a rocket, instantly breaking through the shackles of the Great Saint Realm and reaching a whole new level, comparable to a Saint King.

"Kill!"

With his combat power soaring, Cang Man’s confidence returned.

He drove the giant Dharma Idol to throw a punch. The fist radiance tore through the Void, carrying the majestic pressure of the Heavenly Dao Phantom, vowing to crush Ji Siyu along with her cold Sword Intent.

Facing this terrifying strike that could make an ordinary Saint King change color, Ji Siyu’s cold, jade-like face still didn’t show the slightest ripple.

She just slowly raised the crystal longsword in her hand.

One of the ultimate Profound Meanings of the Nine Heavens Frost Sword Scripture was displayed under her sword.

The chill between heaven and earth instantly condensed to the extreme, and it was as if she had become an absolute frozen Domain.

The longsword swung down, and an indescribable, earth-shattering Sword Qi erupted.

The Sword Qi grew with the wind; initially deep blue, it soon turned blazing white. Wherever it passed, space was frozen and then torn apart by the sharp Sword Intent, leaving a long black crack.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone...

That blazing white, cold, and earth-shattering Sword Qi suddenly transformed during its flight, eventually turning into a giant, extraordinary crystal Phoenix.

The Ice Phoenix spread its wings, blotting out the sun. Every feather was clearly visible, containing the ultimate Law of Ice and supreme Sword Intent, as it let out a clear, cloud-piercing cry.

The Ice Phoenix dove down toward the giant Dharma Idol that was charging with the Heavenly Dao Phantom.

"Lì!"

The Ice Phoenix and the Dharma Idol’s giant fist collided fiercely!

There was no explosion as imagined, only a sense of stagnation as if time and space were frozen. Then, a tooth-aching cracking sound rang out.

In Cang Man’s disbelieving gaze...

The Tyrant Body Dharma Idol he had condensed was quickly frozen starting from the giant fist, and then under the impact of the Ice Phoenix, it shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of ice crystal powder.

The Heavenly Dao Phantom above also vibrated violently, becoming flickering and unstable.

"Puff!"

With his Dharma Idol broken and his Vision damaged, Cang Man was heavily injured. A mouthful of hot blood sprayed out, and the golden light around him instantly dimmed.

The remaining power of the Ice Phoenix slammed hard into his body.

"Boom!"

His burly body flew backward like a meteorite, tracing a long parabola in the air, and finally crashed heavily into the ground hundreds of zhang away, creating a deep pit with dust filling the air.

He struggled a few times, trying to stand up, but ultimately collapsed powerlessly. Only his heavy breathing proved he was still conscious.

Defeated.

The First Holy Son Cang Man, who possessed the Heavenly Tyrant Body and had deployed his Dharma Idol and Vision with combat power comparable to a Saint King, was still defeated.

He was defeated by the sword of Ji Siyu, who only had a Seventh Level Saint cultivation.

The entire central square fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone’s mouths were wide open and their eyes were bulging as if they were petrified, unable to accept this fact.

A moment later, a tsunami-like uproar erupted.

"Defeated! Senior Brother Cang Man was also defeated!"

"My god! That was the Heavenly Tyrant Body at full power, and he actually lost."

"Too strong! Simply too strong! What level of swordsmanship is this? The power is practically heaven-defying!"

"The advantage of the Cultivation Technique is too great! But to be able to exert the power of the technique to such an extent, her understanding of the Sword Dao and the Law of Ice is equally terrifying."

"I’m convinced! I’m completely convinced! The position of successor belongs to no one but her!"

The Disciples were flushed with excitement, their words filled with shock and worship.

All previous doubts vanished in the face of absolute strength.

The watching Elders also looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and solemnity.

They saw much further than the Disciples. The level of the Cultivation Technique Ji Siyu displayed was likely far beyond the core techniques of the Taiyi Holy Land; its origin must be world-shaking.

What kind of monstrous talent had Holy Lord Mu Qingyu actually brought back?

Mu Qingyu looked at the cold and peerless white figure below the stage, her eyes full of gratification and pride.

In the arena, Ji Siyu slowly put away her crystal longsword, her Aura calming down as if that earth-shaking sword strike had not come from her hand.

She didn’t even look at the defeated Cang Man in the distant pit; her expression remained as cold as ever.

It was as if defeating the First Holy Son was no different to her than defeating the previous few people.

She turned and gave a slight nod to Mu Qingyu on the high platform, intending to leave this noisy place.

However, just at the moment she was about to step out, a clear and calm voice rang out clearly in the noisy square:

"Please wait."

The voice wasn’t loud, but it strangely suppressed the surrounding noise.