Ultimately, Chen Mo is just a Fifth Grade Martial Artist.
Although he has the ability to defeat opponents above his level, the opponent is also a top Heavenly Pride, steadily pressing down an entire realm, not to mention being a Daoist against a martial cultivator...
Winning, it’s very difficult!
Even saying thirty percent chance is an exaggeration!
The Empress was silent for a moment, then said, "Make sure you keep an eye on things later; winning or losing is secondary; the person mustn’t have any missteps."
Eunuch Jin responded, "Yes."
The Empress watched the figure on the stage, a complex expression flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.
"I hope this little thief can give me a surprise..."
...
...
On the stage.
Chen Mo and Ling Ningzhi stood opposite each other.
Ling Ningzhi said calmly, "Mr. Chen, your sword technique is divine, astonishingly powerful, but I, the poor Daoist, will not stand here for you to cut... Are you sure you want me to exert my full strength?"
Chen Mo slightly raised his brow, "Your Three Saint Sect’s disciples seem quite confident."
"The millennium foundation of Tianshu Pavilion is richer than you can imagine, remaining completely unshaken even during the chaotic times of the previous dynasty. What I’ve learned is not even half; today, let Mr. Chen experience it."
Ling Ningzhi’s robe moved without wind, streams of Primordial Qi circulated around her.
Chen Mo nodded, "I can see, Fairy is indeed like the previous dynasty!"
?
Ling Ningzhi furrowed her dark brows slightly; something seemed off about this statement...
Due to wearing a thong, the fabric dug into the crevice, making every movement feel very uncomfortable, increasing her internal annoyance.
"This scoundrel, repeatedly humiliating me, it’s fitting to use this opportunity to vent my anger!"
Dong!
The sound of the gong rang out again, marking the initiation of the battle.
Ling Ningzhi didn’t hesitate. She took a step forward, clouds gathered beneath her feet, rising upward step by step, her Moon White Daoist Robe fluttering like a bright moon hanging in the frosty sky.
"Jiuyou Guards, All Star Department greet, Abyss Purple Lightning, Thunder Lord stays hidden..."
As the chilling incantation echoed, the originally clear sky suddenly turned somber, a mass of lead-grey clouds covering the arena.
Dark clouds surged, seemingly stirred by an invisible hand, forming a rapidly spinning vortex, at the center of which, ghostly blue lightning danced like a spirit snake, threads of electric light spread out, the intense pressure causing everyone to slightly struggle to breathe.
Everyone present paled!
Ling Ningzhi rarely displayed her skills publicly, so many were unaware of her true abilities.
Judging by the power of this Thunder Spell, she already exhibited the aura of a Grandmaster!
In the spectator stand, Chu Heng watched the scene unfold, a hint of cold ridicule flickering in his eyes.
Others might not know, but he understood that Ling Ningzhi’s skills surpassed even Zi Lianji, possibly not weaker than Shi Yun!
With Chen Mo being favored by the Holy, he’s not to be easily provoked.
But if he dies on the stage, he can’t blame anyone else...
Boom——
Muted sounds rumbled from within the clouds, the lightning grew stronger, intensely locking onto Chen Mo!
There’s no escaping!

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