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Chapter 218 Spirit Flame?
Chapter 218 Spirit Flame?
Chapter 218 Spirit Flame?
The battlefield trembled beneath the weight of two monstrous auras.
Feng Yun and Ling Meiyu stood across from one another, their gazes locked, neither flinching.
For the first time, neither was holding back.
A golden-violet flame storm swirled around Ling Meiyu, her qi blazing as her Three Elements Divine Realm cultivation surged forth without restraint.
On the other side, a golden-black radiance shrouded Feng Yun, his energy rippling through the air, distorting space around him.
WHOOSH!
In a flash, Ling Meiyu vanished.
Her figure blurred into a streak of flames, reappearing in front of Feng Yun in a split second, her sword already slashing down!
CLANG!
Feng Yun reacted instantly, raising his sword to meet hers.
The sheer force behind their clash sent a massive shockwave rippling through the arena, forcing spectators to shield themselves from the violent gusts.
But before the impact even settled, Ling Meiyu's body twisted—her blade redirected mid-swing, aiming for Feng Yun's exposed side.
BANG!
He barely managed to twist his body, deflecting the strike, but—
WHOOSH!
Ling Meiyu didn't stop.
["Nine Heavens Severing Slash!"]
Her attacks were relentless, her sword flashing like a serpent, each strike faster than the last.
Feng Yun's sword danced, blocking each attack with impeccable precision, but he was being pushed back—inch by inch.
But Feng Yun wasn't one to stay on the defensive for long.
Just as Ling Meiyu's blade came swinging down, he planted his foot firmly into the cracked earth, pivoted his body, and—
"HAH!"
["Heavenly Emperor's Sword!"]
A devastating counterattack erupted from his sword, blazing with powerful qi!
BOOOOOM!
Ling Meiyu's attack was blasted away, the sheer force of Feng Yun's counter sending her skidding backward!
She barely managed to regain her footing before—
["Ghostly Shadow Mirage!"]
Feng Yun appeared before her in an instant, his sword already slashing toward her!
Ling Meiyu's pupils shrank.
She twisted her body, narrowly dodging the lethal strike. SLASH!
But even as she evaded, a powerful shockwave erupted from the swing, sending a deep gash across the battlefield.
The earth beneath them crumbled.
Neither of them spoke.
There was no need for words anymore.
Every movement, every attack, every counter—was a test of their skill, their will, and their very essence as cultivators.
Ling Meiyu took a deep breath.
Her golden-violet flames surged violently, forming a brilliant aura around her body.
She was going all in.
Feng Yun smirked.
Without hesitation, his own qi flared, his aura thickening, the air around him distorting from sheer intensity.
BOOM!
They launched at each other at the same time, their figures blurring into streaks of light as they clashed once more.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Swords met in rapid succession, each strike creating thunderous booms that sent shockwaves across the arena.
Ling Meiyu's movements were fierce and decisive.
Her swordplay was flawless, her flames burning hotter than ever.
But Feng Yun matched her perfectly, his swordwork just as refined, his power just as overwhelming.
They were equals.
Every time one gained the advantage, the other would counter perfectly.
Suddenly—
Ling Meiyu's flames exploded outward, her aura expanding at an alarming rate.
Feng Yun paused for half a second, eyes narrowing.
Then—
He knew.
She was preparing to finish it.
Ling Meiyu's flames condensed, twisting into a shape all too familiar.
A massive lotus of golden-violet fire.
BOOOOOM!
The very sky seemed to burn as the gigantic Eternal Flame Lotus bloomed behind her.
The heat was unbearable—the arena itself melting from the intensity.
"She's using it again?! But this time… it's even stronger than before!"
The flames around Ling Meiyu roared, her entire being synchronized with the power of her attack.
This wasn't just a technique anymore.
This was her will, her conviction—her absolute desire to win.
"Feng Yun!"
Her voice echoed through the battlefield.
"Can you stop this?!"
As Ling Meiyu's Eternal Flame Lotus descended, threatening to engulf everything in fire—
Feng Yun moved.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The battlefield quaked, unable to withstand the sheer pressure of two Three Elements Divine Realm cultivators unleashing their full power.
Even the Protective Formation around the arena began to crack and the Formation Master had to inject more Qi to stabilize it.
Not only that, 5 more Third Grade Formation Masters were called to maintain the formation.
Ling Meiyu's golden-violet flames surged, but this time—there was something different.
Something far more terrifying.
Her flames twisted and roared, their color deepening into a breathtaking violet-gold, carrying an aura that was no longer ordinary.
And then—
BOOM!
A devouring heat erupted around her, swallowing the air itself.
Her flames weren't just an extension of her qi anymore.
This was something far greater.
A Spirit Flame!
"That's—!"
Gasps erupted from the crowd. Even sect elders and powerful cultivators watching from the VIP seats rose to their feet in shock.
"Ling Meiyu… She has a Spirit Flame!"
"How could one be blessed with so many treasures? Top Earth Grade Swords are already so difficult to obtain, not to mention Spirit Flame!" "This attack is several times more powerful than the previous. I don't know whether Feng Yun will survive or not!"
Spirit Flames—legendary flames that only supreme geniuses or heaven-blessed cultivators could tame.
These flames were far beyond the normal qi-infused fire, capable of burning through even powerful artifacts, making any technique powered by them reach unimaginable heights.
And now—Ling Meiyu had combined her Spirit Flame with her Eternal Flame Lotus.
"This… this might be something even Three Elements Divine Realm cultivators cannot defend against!"
The very sky burned, the entire battlefield suffocating under the sheer pressure of her attack.
***
The referee stood frozen, his brow drenched in a cold sweat as the battlefield before he erupted in flames and chaos.
The protective formation surrounding the arena was already on the verge of collapse, forcing multiple Formation Masters to intervene just to maintain the barrier.
Even then, it was barely holding.
The sheer magnitude of power unleashed by Feng Yun and Ling Meiyu was far beyond what he had ever witnessed.
And now—
Ling Meiyu's Eternal Flame Lotus, enhanced by her Spirit Flame, was descending.
The very air burned, the flames devouring even the residual qi in the atmosphere.
If that attack landed, could Feng Yun even survive?
The referee gritted his teeth.
His duty was to ensure fairness as well as the safety of the participants.
But—
Could he even do that?
His own cultivation was merely in the early stages of the Three Elements Divine Realm.
If he stepped in to save Feng Yun—
Wouldn't he just be incinerated along with Feng Yun?
***
Ling Meiyu's eyes burned fiercely, her sword pulsing with uncontrollable power.
This was it!
This was her absolute, strongest technique!
"Feng Yun!"
Her voice resonated across the battlefield.
"Even you won't be able to stop this!"
BOOOOOOOM!
The Eternal Flame Lotus, now fueled by her Spirit Flame, descended like a celestial judgment, ready to reduce everything to ashes.
As the unstoppable force of Ling Meiyu's Spirit Flame-powered Eternal Flame Lotus bore down upon him—
Feng Yun did something completely unexpected.
He closed his eyes.
Many thought that he had given up and thought it was understandable.
After all, against that attack, just how many can confidently say that they could be all alright?
Perhaps only a Nascent Soul Cultivator would have that guts. Then—
A smirk!
FWOOSH!
A terrifying surge of energy burst forth from Feng Yun's body.
His golden-black aura twisted and churned violently.
And then—
A second flame ignited.
It wasn't golden.
It wasn't black.
It wasn't violet.
It was something far beyond what anyone had seen before.
A mythical, otherworldly fire surged from his palm, devouring even the heat of the battlefield itself.
The moment it appeared—the Eternal Flame Lotus faltered.
The flames that had been all-powerful, all-consuming—shrank in fear.
Ling Meiyu's pupils shrank.
Her Spirit Flame was retreating.
"Impossible!"
The entire crowd was in shock.
"That's… no ordinary flame!"
"That's a Mythical Flame!"
Someone recognized the flame.
A Mythical Flame—a fire that was on an entirely different level than a Spirit Flame.
If Spirit Flames were already rarities among cultivators, then Mythical Flames were legendary existences that defied all logic.
Only those with the highest level of flame affinity, monstrous talent, or divine inheritance could ever hope to possess one.
There wasn't a single Mythical Flame in Azure Sky Empire, not until this moment.
And yet—Feng Yun had one.
And at this moment—it had completely nullified Ling Meiyu's strongest attack.
Feng Yun opened his eyes.
A sharp glint flickered within them, filled with absolute confidence.
"You're strong, Ling Meiyu…"
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.
"But in the face of this flame…"
His powerful qi fused with his Mythical Flame, his sword trembling violently in his grasp.
"Your attack… is meaningless."
FWOOSH!
With a mere flick of his wrist, his Mythical Flame surged forward—
And in an instant—
Ling Meiyu's Eternal Flame Lotus… collapsed.
Her once unstoppable attack was devoured effortlessly, her Spirit Flame struggling against an existence it could not overcome.
Ling Meiyu staggered back, her flames dispersing, her breath uneven.
Her strongest move—completely countered.