At this moment, the little girl radiated divine sanctity, her body showering radiant light. Runes enveloped her, divine glow surging, unleashing an astonishing aura.
In the next instant, a blaze of divine fire ignited in the void, spreading ferocious flames outward. The terrifying heat forced Lin Fan to step back.
Bathed in the divine flames, the little girl shone brilliantly, like a goddess reborn as a True Phoenix amidst fire.
Then, something extraordinary happened. Her arms transformed into a pair of wings, adorned with crimson feathers, each one crystalline and translucent, as if truly real.
Of course, these weren't actual wings but a manifestation of runes evolved to an extraordinary degree, yet they were indistinguishable from the real thing, brimming with immense power.
Clearly, the little girl was unleashing a formidable divine art, her face paling with effort, as if it strained her greatly.
"Big fire chicken!" Lin Fan shouted, eyes wide.
The little girl: "…"
Cough… She sputtered, a trace of blood at her lips. She was furious, nearly losing control of her divine art and risking backlash.
That brat was infuriating! She, who was always treated with reverence and courtesy, had never been insulted like this.
Lin Fan picked at his nose, smirking. "Big fire chicken, can you handle it? Don't roast yourself first. I don't eat humanoid creatures."
"Agh! You little brat, I'll rip your filthy mouth apart!" The little girl was practically deranged with rage, her eyes sharp as knives, her pearly teeth grinding audibly.
Even her refined composure couldn't hold against this provocation.
"True Phoenix Wings!" she cried, her arms unfurling. The fiery red feathers fanned out like a peacock's tail, each radiating terrifying heat, as if capable of incinerating the world.
In that moment, she truly resembled a young divine phoenix—beautiful and powerful, ready to soar and challenge the heavens.
"Damn, you know such a grand divine art!" Lin Fan exclaimed, then sneered, "Fine, don't blame me for being merciless. Even if you beg, I won't go easy!"
As the divine fire and crimson feathers surged toward him, Lin Fan didn't retreat but advanced, unabashedly unleashing the might of his Supreme Bone. His chest glowed, mysterious runes forming a halo that enveloped him.
Astonishingly, the power of the divine fire and feathers seemed to vanish, dissolving upon the halo in a shower of light.
"This… the power of a primal Supreme Bone?" The little girl's jaw dropped, her small mouth agape in disbelief.
Her strongest attack had been nullified so effortlessly. What kind of innate divine art was this?
While she stood stunned, Lin Fan charged forward decisively, capitalizing on the window of his technique's effect to close the distance.
No matter how the little girl unleashed her divine arts, they were all neutralized, like pebbles sinking into the sea, unable to breach the halo. Lin Fan seemed impervious to all magic, immune to every technique.
In a flash, he was upon her, his blood qi roaring like a torrent, golden light blazing like a sun or a True Dragon, bearing down with supreme divine might.
Shocked, the little girl tried to retreat, but it was too late. They were too close, and she couldn't escape in time, forced to meet him head-on.
Boom!
A brilliant burst of light erupted between them. Lin Fan dove in, unstoppable, shattering one rune after another, his courage invincible, his momentum unmatched.
"No matter your thousand divine arts, I'll break them with one punch!" Lin Fan roared, unleashing torrents of power, his gusts shaking the air as he pressed forward.
"What?!"
The little girl's face paled, her composure cracking. Despite mustering all her divine power to resist, it wasn't enough.
The boy above was too strong, dispersing layers of runic barriers and clashing directly with her delicate palms, overpowering her with sheer force, no tricks needed!
She tried to dodge, to create distance and avoid close combat, knowing his physical prowess was terrifying.
He must have broken the extreme limits in the last realm. His potential is horrifying. Close combat is a losing game.
But she soon fell silent. Lin Fan seemed to anticipate her moves, sticking to her like glue, exploiting every gap to stay close, impossible to shake off.
Worse, she had just used a grand divine art, one she could barely manage at her current realm. She hadn't recovered, her energy depleted, unable to withstand this relentless onslaught.
The little girl retreated, struggling to endure, her lips pressed tightly together.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!"
In another clash, Lin Fan strode forward, his body glowing inch by inch, domineering and relentless, as if his stamina was inexhaustible. His eyes gleamed with excitement, like a god-demon unleashed.
His every move carried the air of a young grandmaster, bold and unrestrained, overpowering without finesse, crushing all in his path.
The devil king within him was laid bare, charging forward with unreasonable dominance, obliterating any obstacle!
The little girl's expression grew grave. She was supposed to be the ambusher, yet now she was the one suppressed.
No wonder the sect keeps him hidden, personally mentored by Master. His potential is boundless!
But she refused to yield. That's why she'd sneaked in today while her master was away.
Boom!
Another collision—fist met palm, unleashing boundless divine light, like a blazing inferno, dazzling and radiant.
"Oh, you've got a force-dissipating technique?" Lin Fan noted, surprised, observing the ground cracking beneath her, fissures spreading far.
She was redirecting part or all of his attack's force into the void or earth, not fully absorbing the blows.
"So that's how you've been taking my hits. You've got quite a few divine arts up your sleeve," Lin Fan murmured.
This little girl's status in the Heaven Mending Sect must be extraordinary to wield such remarkable divine arts repeatedly.
"Let's see how many more you can take!"
Lin Fan pressed forward, growing fiercer, each strike rumbling the heavens, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers, unmatched in might!
The little girl's face darkened, sensing disaster. Her divine power couldn't keep up with her expenditure—she was nearing collapse, on the verge of defeat.
"Heh, little darling, can't hold on much longer, can you?" Lin Fan grinned, giving her no chance to rest, his divine fists peerless.
"Hmph! Who're you calling little darling? A scrawny kid younger than me, still wet behind the ears, daring to talk big!" Even at a disadvantage, the little girl's pride held firm, her head unbowed.
"Damn it, I'm being scorned by a little girl? This I can't tolerate!" Lin Fan cursed, indignant.
His fist slammed down, clashing with her delicate palm, the impact roaring through the void, erupting in blinding, sun-like radiance.
"Ah…!"
The little girl struggled, teeth clenched. Though she redirected some force with her feet, the blow shook her to the core.
It was too powerful, beyond her current limits. Her white dress tore under the fierce gusts, stained with dust, losing its former elegance and grace.
For the first time since she began cultivating, she felt such difficulty in a same-realm battle. Her opponent was simply too strong.
____
If you want to support me and read advanced 30+ chapters and other stories join: patreon.com/Caluem