One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

"Master, this..."

Lu Jin turned her head and looked at the old immortal beside her.

"That kid Ye has such a sharp tongue. He blurted this out in front of so many people. Isn't that a big deal?"

“Lingyu is a stubborn child, I’m afraid he won’t be able to handle this blow.”

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm as he looked at his disheveled disciple below and sighed softly.

"This is the path he has to take."

"Without destruction, there can be no construction. If you can't even accept yourself, how can you talk about accepting the ultimate truths of the universe?"

"Knowing yourself is also a form of self-cultivation."

Chapter 46 The match ends, Ye Xingsheng

Zhang Lingyu was overwhelmed by the gossip from the stands.

He hurriedly raised his head, his gaze wandering through the crowd, inadvertently passing over the throng and settling on a bleacher stand.

There, Master stood quietly.

His eyes were calm, like a deep, unfathomable spring, encompassing all the noise and mockery around him.

The moment their eyes met.

Zhang Lingyu's violently beating heart seemed to be gently supported by an invisible hand, and all her panic and shame stopped at that moment.

He suddenly remembered what his master had told him before he left home that morning.

“Lingyu, as a cultivator, you should embrace the yin and yang of all things, and achieve harmony through the interaction of qi. He who knows himself is wise, and he who conquers himself is strong. You must learn to accept yourself.”

Zhang Lingyu closed her eyes.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting his somewhat tattered Taoist robe.

When he opened his eyes again, the panic on his face had completely disappeared.

His tense shoulders relaxed, and the restless aura around him vanished.

He straightened his back, calmly surveyed the stands, and his clear voice, carried by Qi, resounded throughout the stadium.

"Master Ye is right!"

"Lingyu is not very talented and learned. He did break the rules and deplete his vital energy in his early years!"

"This Yin Five Thunder is a true reflection of my cultivation; there's nothing to hide!"

The entire room fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, an even more exaggerated wail erupted.

Some of the female cultivators broke down on the spot, some throwing down their plaques and covering their faces as they wailed.

"I can't live anymore! My real self!"

"Which damned woman did this? I'm going to fight her to the death!"

Amidst the chaos, Zhang Lingyu seemed to have been relieved of a tremendous burden, radiating an unprecedented sense of ease.

He turned to look at Ye Xing, clasped his hands together, and performed a deep Taoist greeting of equal seniority.

"Thank you very much, Daoist Ye. Lingyu will remember this favor."

Seeing the other person's enlightened expression.

Ye Xing scratched his head and dropped his smug expression.

Since they've already said all that, it would be beneath me to continue mocking them, so I put on a relieved expression.

You're welcome. It's good that you can understand.

Ye Xing moved his wrists and neck, making a cracking sound as he did so.

"Now that we've gotten rid of this burden, let's begin the final showdown!"

Zhang Lingyu nodded solemnly.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Master Ye, be careful!"

The words fell.

The Qi within Zhang Lingyu's body erupted like a volcano.

A thick, deep black liquid gushed out from beneath his feet.

Water-stained thunder, this is the true nature of Yin Five Thunder.

The black, dirty water thunder, like a flood bursting its banks, spread wildly across the ground.

In the blink of an eye, most of the arena was covered by this cold, damp black lightning.

And it was still flowing towards the open space where Ye Xing was.

Ye Xing looked at the black mud flowing all over the ground and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Wow, that's a huge quantity!

Zhang Lingyu was concentrating on circulating his Qi when he heard these words. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and his recently calmed state of mind almost crumbled again.

'Zhang Lingyu was almost having a heart attack, mood score +60.'

"Master Ye, your mouth is truly infuriating!"

Zhang Lingyu gritted her teeth and replied.

"You flatter me."

Ye Xing chuckled, raised his right arm, and the fiery power of the Dragon Talisman rapidly gathered in his palm.

"Accept!"

Dragon Blast.

A huge, explosive fireball was launched, carrying terrifying heat, and headed straight for Zhang Lingyu.

Sensing the destructive power contained within the fireball, Zhang Lingyu's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly lifted both hands upwards.

A massive torrent of dirty water shot into the sky, transforming into a black mudslide that surged upwards.

"boom!"

Thunder and flames collided violently in mid-air, causing a massive explosion.

Amidst the surging heat, the black, dirty water lightning was instantly shattered.

But the fireball still had a third of its power remaining, and its momentum had weakened, yet it continued to blast towards Zhang Lingyu's face.

Zhang Lingyu was secretly surprised and quickly mobilized a large amount of Yin Five Thunder to set up a second barrier in front of him.

With another loud bang, the fireball finally exploded completely, turning into a sky full of sparks.

Upon seeing this, some people in the audience immediately stood up excitedly.

"Here it comes! This is it!"

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! This eccentric Taoist priest is about to transform into Fahai again!"

"He used this move when he beat Deng Youfu last time, it was really effective!"

A commotion broke out in the stands.

Upon hearing the name "Fahai," Ye Xing was speechless.

He shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that he had finally reaped what he sowed.

Get rid of all those messy thoughts.

Ye Xing looked at Zhang Lingyu opposite him.

"Good block, but let's see how you block the next one!"

Ye Xing took a deep breath.

With legs apart and waist slightly lowered, he assumed an extremely stable horse stance.

Followed by.

His hands became a blur of motion as he unleashed a series of palm strikes in front of his chest, each strike generating a dragon-like explosion.

The power of the dragon talisman surged forth wildly, as if it were free.

One shot! Two shots! Five shots! Ten shots!

In the blink of an eye, a dozen or twenty incredibly powerful dragon blasts were unleashed, trailing long flames that wove a massive net of fire in mid-air.

The air in the entire venue was instantly distorted by the heat, and the temperature rose sharply.

At this extremely tense moment.

Suddenly, Feng Baobao in the stands widened her bright eyes, gripped the railing tightly with both hands, and shouted excitedly.

"Finally released!"

"That's my move, the final strike!"

The crisp and penetrating Sichuan-style words resounded in the relatively quiet small section of the stands, carrying far away on the wind.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.

The strange people around her all turned their heads at once, staring at Feng Baobao with extremely eerie eyes, and then looked at the several big men standing next to her.

Zhang Chulan was completely stunned; his brain simply shut down.

Once he realized what was happening, he pounced on Feng Baobao like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and covered her mouth tightly.

"Sister Bao'er! My dear sister! I'm begging you, please stop talking!"

Feng Baobao made two muffled sounds, still struggling to cheer for Ye Xing.

Xu San, standing to the side, turned ashen-faced and grabbed Xu Si by the collar with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Xu Si!! You bastard!"