Chapter 915: Chapter 911: Ye Fan vs. Li Zhaojun (Part 7)

In the arena, Li Zhaojun and Min Shang were both outstanding young disciples who had broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage. At their age, reaching this stage meant limitless future potential.

The confrontation between Nascent Soul Stage experts would affect a large area, so naturally, an open space was cleared in the center of the hall.

Even Wu Ding pulled Ye Fan back, saying, “Even if you care about her, you must step back first.”

Just as Ye Fan retreated with the crowd, Li Zhaojun and Min Shang almost simultaneously summoned their weapons. Both used magic swords, but Min Shang’s was a purple-red, while Li Zhaojun’s was completely white.

Min Shang wielded a Spiritual Artifact Magic Sword, while Li Zhaojun used an ordinary precious artifact magic sword.

This made Ye Fan feel the competition was somewhat disadvantageous for Li Zhaojun.

Ye Fan naturally hoped Li Zhaojun would win, but he also knew if she won, she might unlock the ban of Tai Ning, and at that time, she would head to Heavenly Peak Mountain… However, then he could also go to Heavenly Peak Mountain, which, at least for the two of them, would be a pure land on earth, but he still wanted to bring Li Zhaojun back to Earth.

Thus, in his heart, he vaguely hoped Li Zhaojun would lose. This created a kind of inner conflict.

“I am Min Shang; how should I address this fellow cultivator?” Min Shang surveyed Li Zhaojun before acting, using words as a probe to find a flaw in Li Zhaojun’s defenses.

Li Zhaojun replied calmly, “Yun Zhao.”

Just two words, revealing the title of her cultivation at the Huangji Sect.

In Ye Fan’s heart, Li Zhaojun and Yun Zhao were one person, but they had completely different attitudes towards him.

Min Shang, being in the mid-Nascent Soul Stage, had slightly higher cultivation than Li Zhaojun. She was waiting for an opportunity to take the initiative, but Li Zhaojun attacked first. A cyan light appeared on Li Zhaojun’s white magic sword, emanating from its tip and aiming straight at Min Shang’s forehead.

Min Shang remained calm and didn’t dodge, simply using her magic sword to counter the attack.

“Bang!”

With a sharp ringing sound, Min Shang’s magic sword instantly expanded tenfold, resembling a giant sword. With the formation of the giant sword, the surrounding space seemed devoid of any Spiritual Energy, which was a testament to the power of a Spiritual Artifact-tier magic sword.

As the two women drew closer, the purple-red and white finally converged.

Invisible to the naked eye, they used the magic swords for both offense and defense. Although not intending to kill, there was not the slightest reservation in their attacks.

Both were unemotional, seeing only their opponent, solely intent on the fight, with either side facing possible death in such a competition.

Ye Fan watched from the side, almost unable to resist drawing his magic sword to intervene, but Wu Ding pressed down on his arm.

“Junior Brother, regardless of whether she wins or loses, you must watch; otherwise, even the Sect Master cannot protect you!” Wu Ding said sternly.

Ye Fan nodded.

It was a fair contest on the field, with victory, defeat, or death all beyond intervention, as interference would break the rules.

In terms of performance, Min Shang held an absolute advantage due to her superior cultivation. After the initial stalemate, Min Shang’s offensive waves rolled higher and higher, like mighty ocean waves threatening to capsize the lone boat that was Li Zhaojun.

Yet, Li Zhaojun’s defense was almost impenetrable, with the clash producing luminescent Spiritual Energy. Disciples at or above the Nascent Soul Stage from the six major sects stood before the crowd to prevent harm from stray Spiritual Energy.

Even Wu Ding stood in front of Ye Fan, her task to ensure her “little lover” remained unharmed.

In this contest, both Min Shang and Li Zhaojun were neither hurried nor impatient, with methodical attacks and defenses. But as time passed, the disparity formed by the difference in cultivation would only widen.

The purple-red nearly dominated the central arena, leaving Li Zhaojun’s white to form only a small corner.

“Finish the battle!” A harsh voice shouted from the Xinghe Sect crowd, belonging to Min Shang’s master, Hai Wuzi. This essentially issued a command for a decisive final strike.

“Fall!”

Min Shang shouted, and the purple-red light suddenly converged into a giant purple dragon in mid-air, rapidly dispersing into over a dozen fierce dragons. They bared their fangs and claws, charging at the white defensive line.

At that moment, everyone thought Li Zhaojun was doomed to defeat.

But suddenly, the white around Li Zhaojun’s body formed a barrier like ice, transforming from an intangible Spiritual Energy net into a tangible icy shield.

“Whoosh!”

It was as if fire was battling ice, testing who would prevail.

Though the dozen fierce dragons seemed to hold the advantage, they had a fatal flaw in Min Shang’s alternating yin-yang constitution. The dragons’ intensity varied with Min Shang’s aura; if she converted to an extreme yang constitution, the dragons could nearly instantly devour Li Zhaojun. But if it converted to an extreme yin constitution, her aptitude would be at a disparity compared to Li Zhaojun’s pure yin constitution.

Min Shang’s weakest moment was when her body converted into half-yin half-yang, during which her own Spiritual Energy would counteract itself. Although this duration was brief, it provided Li Zhaojun an opportunity to find a flaw.

“Hoo…”

Like the lament of a fierce dragon, the dozen dragons were suddenly enveloped in white light, with the initially small white icy shield rapidly expanding.

The massive ice encased the dragon spirits, and as they bared their fangs and claws, they were directly frozen into ice blocks.

Without the fierce dragons, Min Shang was like a cultivator without a primordial spirit. Though instinctively not knowing to retreat, her offensive continued despite the reversal, but only for a moment. Li Zhaojun’s magic sword shattered Min Shang’s Spiritual Energy defense.

“Whoosh!”

Min Shang flew out like a kite with a broken string, landing on the ground. Although not severely injured, her body would need significant recovery time.

“Good!”

The audience found the competition breathtaking. It was not just a match between two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators; their unique Cultivation Techniques and the extreme yin-yang Spiritual Energy within them provided a visually impactful spectacle.

As for Li Zhaojun reversing the situation, it only added to the thrill.

Wasn’t the Xinghe Sect just boasting about such an exceptionally talented disciple, yet today they lost to a virtually unknown “Yun Zhao”?

Even Huang Ze applauded, saying, “Well done. It seems Yun Zhao is also the future hope of our Huangji Sect. You could attempt…”

With that, Huang Ze prepared to give the top-grade Immortal Artifact Tai Ning to Li Zhaojun, allowing her to attempt unlocking the seal within.

And at this moment, due to the immense power Li Zhaojun had demonstrated, coupled with the rarity of those under forty reaching the Nascent Soul stage, no one dared to challenge her.

No young disciple, no matter how powerful, was a match for this proud disciple of the Huangji Sect.

Just as Li Zhaojun was about to receive Tai Ning, someone suddenly stepped forward, calling out, “Wait, I’ll do it!”

Wu Ding tried to pull Ye Fan back but was ultimately a step too late. By then, Ye Fan had already stepped out from the ranks of Tianxuan Sect disciples, becoming the focus of the hall.