Chapter 36
Dark Battle Angel: The Overpowered Xie Tong.
Pit Of The Damned~
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The hazy black carp was infuriated by Feitian's assault on its white counterpart. With a furious roar, it surged forward, biting off several arms — including the one wielding the chain.
The arms quickly dissolved into nothing after being bitten.
At that moment, the prismatic eye in Lu Xie Tong's glabella flickered, a hazy copy manifesting in the black carp's own glabella. Its silhouette grew sharper, clearer.
Roar—!
With a thunderous cry, the black carp swelled even larger, its prismatic eye gleaming. An apocalyptic tide of energy was gathering within it, and Feitian didn't need a soothsayer to know trouble was brewing.
Energy Sync!
The black carp activated a bloodline art, syncing its energy flow with the white carp's.
Lu Xie Tong's face instantly turned pale. She knew she could only sustain this level of Qi consumption because she was burning the primordial carp's sanguine essence within her, also her body, tempered through trials, could bear the strain, and her soul was an enigma of its own.
This was the only reason it was possible. Any other cultivator at her level would have exploded — both body and soul — long ago.
Feitian wasn't about to stand by as the beast drew energy from who-knows-where. With the hundreds of arms remaining, he struck, one bloody limb stretching toward the white carp's neck in a bid to strangle it.
Eeeeehhhk!!
The white carp wailed as a crimson hand clamped around its still-expanding body.
Beam—!
A blinding spear of light burst from the black carp's prismatic eye, ripping through the arm—splitting it in two from the center until it charred half the bloody idol's body.
The purple-red flame that had cloaked the idol guttered—half snuffed.
White and black merged.
Then, in a flash, the white carp — now swollen and as vast as its black counterpart — fused with it. A colossal draconic fish manifested—its body split between yin and yang, crowned with vast curling horns, golden whiskers flowing like celestial rivers.
Then—
It was no longer a haze.
It was half a step from becoming a true Dharma Idol.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
To birth even a False Idol was a feat beyond countless cultivators of the Special Acts Stage.
A Dharma Idol? At this level? Impossible—yet a half-step Dharma Idol stood before them.
By Yang Jiang's side, Yin Feiyu trembled, clutching her seat until her knuckles whitened.
Yang Jiang said nothing — but in his eyes, fear warred with pride.
Even Yan Youmei, on the side of the Yan clan, had stopped smirking.
Lu Xie Tong herself was stunned; she had never imagined that by burning the Primordial carp's sanguine essence they could reach such heights.
After going berserk and burning the primordial carp's sanguine essence, she was nothing more than an energy source — a VIP spectator. Their actions were no longer under her control. The twin carps had minds of their own.
This was the price and the limitation that came with forcefully inducing an Idol.
The draconic fish whipped its head, its golden whiskers lashing the bloody False Idol, sending it tumbling as spiderweb cracks spread across its hazy form.
Twin Demise—!
The draconic fish unleashed another attack, opening its maw to fire a wicked golden beam. The light obliterated the bloody False Idol in an instant.
The world seemed to slow.
Qi flickered like electric fireflies through the air. The crimson sky deepened, reacting to the crushing pressure.
Feitian plummeted from the dissolving idol, landing flat on his back.
His aura collapsed. His chest heaved.
Disbelief clouded his eyes.
Defeated—by a young lass.
Across from him, Xie Tong's Third Eye pulsed once more… then closed.
The draconic fish faded into mist.
She descended lightly, robes fluttering, feet finally touching the earth.
Feitian didn't fully understand — but he could feel it.
Something about her — was unnatural.
Overpowered in a way that felt wrong.
With a weak, hoarse voice, he demanded, "What… are you?"
She didn't reply. Instead, she sat cross-legged, entering a meditative state.
Qi swirled violently around her, forming a mini cyclone — the unmistakable sign of a breakthrough to the Second-Order of the Qi Refinement Stage.
The crowd had grown numb to shock; even if she sprouted extra arms and a second head, they wouldn't flinch. The natural laws of cultivation clearly didn't apply to these two.
But in the YinYang Dynasty's camp, cheers erupted. She had single-handedly turned the tide, forcing the Yan clan to swallow bitter humiliation. Their disgrace was pure dopamine to her supporters.
In truth, the Yan clan was in deep trouble. Centuries of foundation and influence were on the verge of crumbling.
At that moment, the cyclone shrank back into Lu Xie Tong's body, expelling a foul, pungent Qi.
Success!
She was now firmly in the Second-Order of the Qi Refinement Stage.
As I expected, she thought. An intense battle is the fastest path to breakthrough.
A moment later, her eyes opened. She scanned the arena, then rose to her feet.
Facing the Yan clan, she said,
"If you're feeling indignant about the results… you can send someone else. But you did have to wager something of equal value."
Her voice dropped to a cold challenge:
"So… who's next?"
"Jiejiejiejie." An eerie chuckle rang out, it was very grating and revolting to listen to, however it's source was unknown.
Everyone's instinct told them that a formidable fiend was present and this dark horse was none other than that creepy voice.