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Chapter 219 Feng Yun Vs Ling Meiyu - Conclusion!

Chapter 219  Feng Yun Vs Ling Meiyu - Conclusion!

"Mythical Flame!"

If before, people had doubts, then now it was undeniable!

Feng Yun was wielding a Mythical Flame—there was no other explanation for how he had made Ling Meiyu's attack vanish.

Many were already shocked that someone as young as Ling Meiyu had been able to tame a Spirit Flame, but now there was Feng Yun—who had a Mythical Flame!

This kind of flame was something even Nascent Soul cultivators had rarely seen before, including Xue Hongxia.

She had searched for it all her life, yet now, it was in the hands of a young man.

As the battlefield settled into an eerie silence, the lingering embers of Ling Meiyu's shattered Eternal Flame Lotus flickered out, leaving nothing but wisps of heat dancing in the air.

Feng Yun stood tall, his Ethereal Frost Flame burning with an unnatural brilliance—its chilling radiance an overwhelming contrast to the inferno that had once raged in the arena.

Ling Meiyu's breathing was uneven.

"T-This… How can this be?!"

She had given everything—her Spirit Flame, her strongest technique, her absolute will to win—and yet, it had been crushed.

Completely!

Effortlessly!

She tightened her grip on her sword, but for the first time in her life, a sense of helplessness crept into her heart.

Her strongest flame—the Spirit Flame that no Three Elements Divine Realm cultivator should have been able to counter—had been devoured in an instant.

Mythical Flame…!

That was something she had never imagined she would obtain. At least, with her strength, she knew she wouldn't be able to tame it even if she did acquire it.

But now, that same flame—one she admitted was beyond her ability to control—was being wielded by Feng Yun, her ex-fiancé!

"Do you understand now, Ling Meiyu?"

His voice, though not mocking, carried an undeniable sense of authority.

"Before this Ethereal Frost Flame, your Spirit Flame is useless."

Before a Mythical Flame, Spirit Flames and Mortal Flames were like rabbits before a tiger.

And no matter how strong they were, before a Mythical Flame, all they could do was tremble in fear and surrender.

Ling Meiyu's eyes sharpened. She refused to accept it—refused to back down.

With a deep breath, she suppressed her chaotic emotions.

"So what if you have a Mythical Flame?" She said coldly. "That doesn't mean you've won!"

If her Spirit Flame was useless, then all she had to do was rely on her own strength and skill!

FWOOSH!

Her qi flared once more, roaring back to life, but this time, they carried a defiant intensity—a refusal to surrender.

Feng Yun watched as he prepared to launch his ultimate attack. Now that he had revealed his biggest trump card, he was going to end it right here and now.

His sword trembled in his grasp, and with a flicker of his Ethereal Frost Flame, his entire aura transformed.

A suffocating chill spread across the battlefield.

CRACK!

The molten ground, which had been scorched by Ling Meiyu's flames moments ago, froze over in an instant.

A thin layer of icy mist spread outward, devouring even the residual heat lingering in the air.

Feng Yun's grip on his sword tightened as his Ethereal Frost Flame surged, its eerie glow casting a spectral light over the battlefield.

His qi condensed, swirling with terrifying intensity.

This was it!

The finishing blow!

With a deep breath, he raised his sword high, the Ethereal Frost Flame wrapping around the blade like a divine frost serpent.

The chilling energy radiating from it was suffocating, making the very air crackle as frost and ice spread across the battlefield.

Those watching from the stands could barely breathe.

"What… is this technique?!"

"Just what kind of power is this?!"

Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators felt their hearts tremble.

Xue Hongxia narrowed her eyes.

"This sword technique… it's on an entirely different level!"

Even though she was a powerhouse, she couldn't help but acknowledge the sheer might that Feng Yun was displaying at this moment.

Feng Yun's sword trembled as his Mythical Flame fused with his sword technique.

["True Flame Nirvana!"]

WHOOSH!

A deafening roar erupted as Feng Yun swung his sword downward.

A massive arc of ethereal frost shot forward, carrying an indescribable force that froze space itself in its wake.

The entire battlefield became enshrouded in a blizzard of Mythical Flame, turning the once-scorched land into a frozen wasteland.

BOOOOOM!

The force of the attack sent a thunderous shockwave across the entire coliseum.

Ling Meiyu's eyes widened in surprise.

She could feel it.

This wasn't just an ordinary attack—this was absolute destruction.

If she faced it head-on, death was certain. Yet, she refused to retreat. She wanted to prove that she, Ling Meiyu, was still the strongest.

["Nine Heavens Severing Slash!"]

She unleashed her strongest sword technique, the sword slash slicing through the air in a dazzling yet destructive arc.

Two devastating forces clashed.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

The clash was cataclysmic.

The air rippled violently.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the battlefield, and even the protective barrier shielding the audience shattered.

"Oh no!"

The Formation Master panicked. No matter what they did, they couldn't contain the power released by the clash between the two geniuses of the Three Elements Divine Realm.

"Everybody, maintain the barrier!"

The leader of the Formation Masters yelled as he tried to stabilize the barrier.

But it was useless. Against Feng Yun's Mythical Flame-enhanced attack, a Grade-4 Formation was powerless.

It was then that the Royal Commander appeared.

"Thank you for your hard work. I will take it from here!"

His figure appeared in midair like a storm descending upon the battlefield.

His armor gleamed under the chaotic clash of flames and frost, his imposing aura suppressing the panic in the coliseum.

He was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator—one of the strongest protectors of the Imperial Family.

But right now, as he gazed at the devastation caused by two mere juniors, he felt a chill in his heart.

"What monstrous power…!"

His eyes locked onto the aftermath of Feng Yun and Ling Meiyu's clash.

The barrier was already failing, the Grade-4 Formation unable to withstand the collision between Mythical Flame and Spirit Flame-enhanced sword techniques.

If the explosion spread unchecked, the entire coliseum could be obliterated!

The Royal Commander took a deep breath. His eyes flashed with a sharp light.

A terrifying aura burst forth from the Royal Commander's body as his Nascent Soul power surged outward.

["Imperial Suppression Art—Unyielding Celestial Wall!"]

WHOOSH!

A massive golden barrier erupted from his hands, forming an unbreakable shield of condensed Nascent Soul qi.

Like an unshakable mountain, it expanded across the battlefield, swallowing the remnants of the devastating explosion.

While keeping this protective shield, he looked at the direction of the fight.

( If I had taken that head-on… even I might have suffered injuries! )

On the battlefield, the very space around them warped.

Ling Meiyu tried to block Feng Yun's terrifying attack with her own technique.

But in the next instant—

CRACK!

Her Nine Heavens Severing Slash shattered completely.

Her sword—sent flying from her grasp.

"Not yet—!"

Refusing to surrender, she forced her qi to surge around her, forming a final barrier against Feng Yun's attack.

But it was futile.

In mere milliseconds, her protective qi shattered like fragile glass.

Her body—flung backward like a broken kite.

She hovered in the air, swaying slightly as she fought to steady herself.

The only reason she hadn't been knocked out by Feng Yun's devastating attack was her Mid Earth-Grade Armor.

But she was in no condition to fight.

Blood poured from her wounds, and even standing demanded everything she had.

Her sword was gone, leaving her with no way to fight back—yet, despite it all, there was not a single sign of surrender in her eyes.

The qi around her flickered unsteadily, its once-blazing light dimmed with each ragged breath she took.

Her body had endured too much.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

( No… No, I won't accept this! )

She bit down on her lip.

( It's not over yet! )

With the last reserves of her strength, she raised her hand.

Golden-violet flames ignited weakly along her fingertips.

She refused to back down.

She refused to accept this loss.

But—

WHOOSH!

A powerful gust of frost-laced wind surged toward her.

Feng Yun's figure blurred and reappeared right in front of her.

Too fast!

Ling Meiyu's eyes widened, but before she could react—

BOOOOM!

A terrifying force crashed into her chest.

"Ugh—!"

She coughed up blood as her body was blasted backward, her sword slipping from her grip.

Her figure spiraled through the air, unable to resist the force that sent her hurtling toward the ground.

The entire arena gasped.

Even the elders watching from their VIP seats stood in stunned silence.

BANG!

Ling Meiyu crashed into the battlefield, the once-molten ground now coated in frost, her impact leaving a deep crater.

She lay there, motionless, her breath ragged.

For the first time in her life, Ling Meiyu—the prodigy of the Mystic Flame Sect, the genius with unparalleled cultivation talent—had lost.

And not just lost.

She had been utterly defeated.

A suffocating silence fell over the coliseum.

The once-boisterous crowd, who had cheered so passionately for their chosen champions, found themselves at a loss for words.

No one could deny it now.

Feng Yun stood victorious.