CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 48: PSYCHIC SHOWDOWN

The gloomy sky was like a heavy, massive lead slab, pressing down tightly over Changsheng Castle.

The leaden clouds hung low, almost within reach, casting a suffocating oppressive atmosphere over this fierce battle.

The fierce wind ravaged around the castle, emitting a sharp whistle, making the flags within the fortress crackle loudly. The sound of the wind carried a faint unease, stirring the heartstrings of everyone, making the spectators increasingly tense. The wind carried sand and dust, rushing through the streets, sweeping over every corner, raising a hazy veil.

The roadside trees were blown, swaying wildly, their branches twisted, emitting creaking cries of agony. Fallen leaves and debris on the ground were wantonly swept up by the fierce wind, spinning madly in the air, and then slammed heavily onto the ground.

The river within the fortress was also churned wildly by the wind, waves constantly pounding the banks, emitting muffled sounds. The sky grew darker, the entire Changsheng Castle shrouded in a grey tone, causing people’s spirits to grow increasingly heavy.

Everyone craned their necks, their eyes tightly glued to Liu Tingting and Shi Feiyang. The guards of Changsheng Castle, usually so imposing within the fortress, now seemed as if they had been cast with a Body Stasis Spell, their weapons hanging powerlessly by their sides.

The fierce wind made their clothes flap wildly, yet it did not distract them in the slightest. One young guard, his eyes wide like bronze bells, his mouth agape and unable to close, wore a look of shock, muttering, "This... this is magic?"

The seasoned Martial Arts veterans, although calmer, still unconsciously clenched the corners of their clothes, their eyes filled with tension. The citizens of Changsheng Castle were huddled together, like a frightened flock of sheep.

The wind, carrying dust, whipped against their faces, yet they still watched intently as Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting fiercely clashed. An elderly nun with white hair, her hands trembling, covering her mouth, her cloudy eyes filled with fear, kept murmuring, "Oh, what a sin! How will this end? Can Grand Squad Leader Shi still win? Oh!"

The highly skilled Jianghu masters stood in conspicuous positions, each with eyes like torches.

The surrounding trees shook violently in the fierce wind, the leaves rustling loudly.

An elder in a green robe with a goatee, twirled his beard, nodding slightly, said to the young knight beside him, "Miss Liu’s Lingyi magic is unpredictable, but Shi Feiyang’s cultivation technique is more domineering. It seems the outcome of this battle is about to become clear."

The young knight kept his eyes fixed on the battlefield, full of unwillingness, softly said, "I really wish there could be a turning point, Miss Liu’s skills shouldn’t be buried just like this." Perhaps Liu Tingting’s graceful demeanor and extraordinary aura made this young knight unconsciously inclined to support her.

At this moment, Liu Tingting’s eyes burned with intense light, much like a flame that refuses to be extinguished in adversity, showcasing her determination to never admit defeat. Her hands traced a series of complex and beautiful trajectories in the air. Under her control, the power of Lingyi magic became increasingly wild and fierce, and an invisible sense of oppression permeated the air, as if the power was given vibrant life, leaping and screaming at her fingertips, converging into a surging torrent of energy, fiercely charging towards Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang’s lips curled into a cold smile, filled with innate arrogance and defiance.

He knew in his heart that he had the supreme bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess as a solid backup. On the ring finger of his left hand, there was an undetectable dragon tower, making him fearless of any enemy, any magic spiritual power.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s eyes were filled with confidence and composure, seeing everything in the world as insignificant as ants.

Thus, Shi Feiyang merely swung out a single palm, that palm seeming to harbor endless power, steadily meeting Liu Tingting’s deadly strike. The True Qi surging in his body formed an even larger vortex, dispersing and disintegrating part of Liu Tingting’s spiritual power.

Liu Tingting still had part of her spiritual power collide with the power of Shi Feiyang’s single palm swing.

"Boom boom!" The two forces collided with a thunderous roar, a sound so loud it seemed to fracture souls, the surrounding air trembling violently, forming visible waves.

In an instant, the dazzling light was like the scorching sun, dimming the heavens and the earth. The crowd erupted, exclamations and screams intertwining. Some raised their hands to shield their eyes, staggering backward; some stood as if nailed in place, staring straight at the light with fervor.

Wherever the airwaves reached, surrounding trees were broken in half, branches scattering wildly across the ground; the buildings within the fortress also suffered heavy damage, cracks spreading across the walls, tiles falling in succession, and some distant spectators were instantly knocked to the ground by the immense shockwave, scraping bloody grooves, emitting crisp and yet alarming sounds of breakage.

The figures of Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting flickered in the violent energy fluctuations, like flickering candles in a storm, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment. In fact, under the dual pressure of Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique and supreme bloodline, Liu Tingting’s Lingyi magic was already struggling to hold on, gradually crumbling. As the mist slowly cleared, Liu Tingting’s figure swayed, and she suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, the blood tracing a mournful and desperate arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.