MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC85: Golden Core Breaker
Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Golden Core Breaker
"Winner, Damien Infernos!" the referee's booming voice finally cut through the stunned silence, formally declaring Vahn the victor.
The cheers from the White Lotus Sanctuary's disciples were deafening, like a tidal wave of relief and pride washing away their earlier humiliation. The other Holy Lands, however, remained strangely muted. Their representatives stared at the young man with fear and suspicion.
Vahn, standing amidst the rubble and the lingering heat of the Infernal Spirit, accepted the verdict with a broad, confident smile.
But only his most intimate associates would recognize it as a perfectly fake smile. He felt no true joy in fighting for his enemies, but for the sake of his goals he acted.
He retrieved the Nuclear Dragon Greatsword from the formidable figure of Vermilion.
While giving it back to Vahn, it pressed its head on the shattered stone platform.
"Thank you for letting this Monarch experience your presence, Primarch of Void. May we meet again," Vermilion's chilling voice echoed, not in the arena, but directly in Vahn's mind.
The spirit then dissolved, the purplish-black flames vanishing instantly, leaving Vahn alone on the ravaged platform.
Vahn felt a jolt of confusion. Primarch of Void? The title was both grand and utterly confusing to him. He was Vahn, a Foundation Establishment cultivator using a staged identity. What power had he tapped into that an ancient spirit would bestow such a title? Was it the nature of the Void Refining Physique
itself, or was there something deeper about his true self, his soul, that even he didn't comprehend?
He shook his head, letting his facade snap back into place. He turned to look at the defeated Falco, who was still laid at the edge of the platform, broken and humiliated.
Vahn's expression hardened. His cold voice was loud enough for the entire colosseum to hear:
"Falco of the Zenith Spires... You came here to shame the White Lotus Sanctuary and our elders, claiming we have 'no spine.' But a true warrior knows honor and stops when the point is made. I will not stoop to the level of a spiteful dog and slay a defeated opponent."
He raised his hand and pointed the tip of his greatsword at the Golden Core cultivator.
"However, this lesson must be paid for. I demand that you publically apologize to Patriarch Dimidium and the entire White Lotus delegation for your blatant insults before you leave this arena! Let this be a reminder to all Holy Lands: disrespecting the White Lotus comes with a price."
The crowd holds their breath in anticipation.
Will Falco, the arrogant Golden Core prodigy, submit to the public demand of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, or will he let his pride push him into further disgrace?
Falco spat blood while looking at Vahn. The demand was simple, yet it struck at the core of his pride. He wouldn't apologize to the very people he had sworn to humiliate.
"Apologize? To you, a Foundation Establishment ant and your pathetic sect? Never!" he roared, his voice hoarse and cracking with impotent rage.
Ignoring the pain, he stumbled backward, clutching his injured ribs. He cast a venomous glare at Vahn, then at the White Lotus delegation, before turning his back on the arena entirely.
He launched himself off the platform and fled, not in a dignified retreat, but a desperate, wounded sprint back toward the Zenith Spires' viewing box.
The crowd instantly turned on him. A cacophony of boos, jeers, and angry shouts rained down upon the disgraced Golden Core expert, echoing Falco's flight and cementing his humiliation. He had not only been physically defeated but had also failed the simple test of grace in defeat, confirming the very lack of "spine" he had falsely accused the White Lotus Sanctuary of possessing.
The White Lotus disciples, however, were ecstatic. Their Patriarch Dimidium smiled, his scarlet face now radiant with relief and overwhelming pride.
He turned to the other White Lotus Elders, and asked in bewilderment,
"This Damien Infernos... who is he? When did we nurture such a fierce, decisive talent? Whose disciple is he? Why have I never heard of him?"
The question rippled through the White Lotus Sky Box. The elders, equally shocked and bursting with pride, began clamoring amongst themselves.
"He fights with the White Lotus Destruction Sword style, yet his body refinement is terrifying! He must be Elder Lu's hidden student!"
"Nonsense, that summoning art is unheard of! Perhaps he is a closed-door student of the First Elder!"
Just as the Elders prepared to send an envoy down to question Vahn, a dishevelled, slightly unsteady figure pushed its way to the front of the Sky Box.
It was the Drunken Master. His eyes, usually half-lidded and wine-fogged, were twinkling with calculated brilliance. He cleared his throat dramatically and puffed out his chest, radiating the air of a sagely, if slightly pickled, mentor.
"Ahem! Silence! What is all this noise about?" the Drunken Master declared, adjusting his robes and trying to look sober.
"Damien is, of course, my student! He is a rough diamond I found out in the desolate lands and have been secretly polishing for this very moment! Did you see the finesse? The power? The elegance? That's all my teaching after cultivating his spirit outside of the stifling rules of the Inner Court!"
He threw a smug look toward Patriarch Dimidium. "Why, Patriarch, surely you didn't think all of our Sanctuary's true talent was so easily visible? You were watching the petals; I was nurturing the root!"
Vahn who was still standing on the arena floor, heard the Drunken Master's boisterous, self-aggrandizing declaration.
"Everything is going according to my plan."
Vahn smiled, a cunning, evil smile.
Now he just need to reach the Top 6; then everything would be set.
The Inner Court matches continued. Vahn faced more opponents, declaring that he wanted to reach the Top 6 for the sake of the White Lotus's Honor and Glory.
In reality it was for something else.
In the next four match, he practically dominated the ranking. The opponents were high-level Inner Court prodigies, some at the peak of the Golden Core realm, but none could breach Vahn's layered defenses.
A Heaven-Shaking Prodigy was crushed beneath the sheer weight of the Nuclear Dragon Greatsword.
A Lightning-Fast Genius was overwhelmed by the sudden eruption of the Fire Phoenix Wings, forcing an immediate forfeiture.
A seasoned Weaponmaster was disarmed and pinned by a blinding display of sword technique.
A powerful Body Cultivator found their supposedly unbreakable skin blistered and their defenses shattered by Vahn's channeled spiritual force.
He won without calling upon the Infernal Spirit again, wisely conserving that ultimate trump card. His effortless victories cemented the narrative: Damien Infernos was an unparalleled genius, a master of both close combat and a terrifyingly powerful summoning art.
The White Lotus had indeed found its hidden champion. His new title spread across the whole Imperial City:
Golden Core Breaker.
It was a simple, fearful title earned by his ability to defeat a Golden Core disciples while only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
With those flawless victories, Vahn had secured his place among the Top 3 Inner Court male disciples, demonstrating talent that would soon have the entire Righteous Faction competing for his allegiance.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC86: Master Deceiver
Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Master Deceiver
After the Inneer Court battles, the focus shifted to the highest echelon of the Inner Court—the Core Disciples (Holy Sons and Holy Daughters), all of whom were powerful cultivators in the Soul Transformation Realm. These were not the Foundation Establishment or Golden Core fighters Vahn had faced; these practitioners were capable of erasing entire cities with casual ease.
The battles, though fewer in number, became vastly longer, each exchange a cataclysmic collision of Spiritual Energy, Spirit Weapons, and Tamed Beasts.
The White Lotus Sanctuary sent its top Core Disciples, and two emerged to claim spots in the coveted Top Six:
Holy Son Veerion: A warrior known for his steady, unyielding defense and a frightening mastery over his Light Sword.
Holy Daughter Lumina: A genius who wielded many powerful offensive Light Arts, known for her sharp, decisive strikes that were difficult to predict.
From his position among the recently victorious Inner Court disciples, Vahn (Damien Infernos) watched the terrifying power on display.
He saw a Holy Son from the Zenith Spires unleash an attack that briefly cracked the energy barrier protecting the arena. He witnessed a seductive Holy Daughter from Gorgonia move so fast she appeared to be in three places at once, her spear strikes ripping holes in the fabric of space. The raw power and the profound comprehension of the Dao displayed by these Soul Transformation Realm cultivators was a sobering spectacle.
Vahn's cunning smile faded, replaced by a look of sharp, focused intensity. He realized that while his Nuclear Dragon Greatsword and the terrifying Infernal Spirit Summoning Art allowed him to easily defeat Golden Core experts, they were merely clever tricks against true power.
'My Foundation Establishment base is too low compared to them. My power is wide, but not deep,'
Vahn thought solemnly. 'The amount of Spirit Energy these Holy Sons and Daughters can output is magnitudes beyond anything I can sustain, even with my Void Refining Physique's excellent energy recovery trait. The gap between a Foundation Establishment and the Soul Transformation Realm is a chasm. I still have a lot to go before I could truly compete with them.'
His Top 6 goal was necessary for his reputation, but this observation was a clear reminder that true power required higher Cultivation base and Top-notch mastery over Arts, Weapon and Artifacts.
The sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the massive Colosseum into the deep, cooling shadow of night. A profound silence descended over the sprawling structure, a dramatic contrast to the thunderous roars of the last two days. The Core Disciples' battles had been so intense that even the ground felt bruised.
The competition was now paused.
Tomorrow would be the grand finale. The Six Saintesses would compete for ultimate supremacy.
All spectators, from the common folk in the stands to the Holy Land leaders in their viewing boxes, were left breathless, the anticipation hanging thick and heavy in the cool night air.
The question on everyone's mind—Who will be the Final Victor?—was a potent elixir, ensuring the colosseum would be packed tighter than ever come morning.
Inside the Drunken Master's Sky Box:
The Drunken Master was in high spirits by the sudden elevation of his status and reputation.
"Brat, I didn't know you were hiding so much from me, regardless!" the Drunken Master said heartily, his hand slamming onto Vahn's back with a force that would have flung a lesser Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Still, you have made this old drunk proud! You have become an idol for the whole White Lotus Sanctuary, a shining example of how loyal and devoted a disciple should be to their sect!"
He took a long, theatrical swig from his gourd. "Tomorrow, the Patriarch will be asking me about your cultivation techniques and how to replicate your 'talent' in the next generation. Hahaha! My talent!"
Vahn maintained his expertly crafted demeanor with a blend of humility, righteousness, and quiet confidence.
"It's nothing, Elder," Vahn replied with in a voice of profound respect. "I just did what I thought necessary for the White Lotus. Though, I overstepped my boundaries a little by joining in without any official documentation. I must apologize to all the elders for that."
Vahn's apology was delivered with calculated precision, not out of actual remorse, but to solidify his position. It gave the elders an excuse to overlook the irregularity of his entrance while highlighting his "devotion," trapping them into praising him rather than questioning his sudden participation.
The Drunken Master, predictably, took the bait.
At Vahn words, he waved a hand dismissively,
"Nonsense, apologize for what?! For saving the sect's ass?" I have already dealt with the Patriarch. It was my decision. I told them you were simply too devoted to stand by! You, Damien Infernos, are now the face of righteous zeal for the White Lotus. Now drink up, my prized disciple! Tomorrow, the Saintess claims her victory, and our names will be etched forever in the tablets of glory!"
Not long after the Drunken Master's booming declaration, two more figures entered the Sky Viewing Box: Holy Daughter Lumina and Holy Son Veerion, the Core Disciples who had secured their own spots in the Top Six.
Lumina, usually reserved, now looked at Vahn with undisguised respect.
"Damien Infernos, I heard you're Veerion's junior brother. So I cam to visit. But I must say, your display was truly magnificent. It's been years since a Foundation Establishment cultivator, let alone a junior, has brought such honor to our sect. You should be extremely pleased."
She spoke with a certainty that Vahn's new status was permanent. "You would surely be chosen by one of the Saintesses as their personal follower, and with that comes the esteemed opportunity to enter the Secret Realm. Not to forget, the rewards of hundreds of thousands of spirit stones for those who make the Top Six! Your future is secure."
Lumina's enthusiasm was a reflection of the entire sect's sentiment. Vahn had achieved instant celebrity and undeniable value.
Veerion was calm, however. He nodded curtly at Vahn, his gaze coolly analytical.
Vahn, maintaining his role as the humble junior brother, offered his praise. "Senior Brother and Sister, your victories were truly inspiring as well. Senior brother's defense is truly impenetrable. I look forward to being chosen alongside you to serve the Saintess in the Secret Realm."
Veerion shrugged it off in flat tone. "It was nothing but a necessary exercise. My power is far beyond mere Core Disciples; I could go against a Saintess even, so there's not much to celebrate in securing a Top Six spot." He paused, giving Vahn a slow, condescending look. "You, however, have done well for a freshman. You are already a figure of admiration and pride for the White Lotus. Just remember your place in the overall hierarchy."
Veerion's dismissiveness did not ruffle Vahn.
He simply nodded with deep respect, a subtle, dark light flashing in his eyes.
'Arrogant fool. Your complacency will be the chasm I cross,' Vahn mused internally.
He had achieved the desired effect. He got recognition from his enemies and a confirmed path to his primary goal.
Now, all he needed was to wait
The night passed swiftly, filled with dark undercurrents of the unknown and the quiet movements of Holy Land representatives making last-minute deals and arrangements.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC87: Battle of Six Saintesses
Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Battle of Six Saintesses
The golden light of dawn fully illuminated the magnificent arena, amplifying the roar of the ten million spectators. The air crackled with anticipation, a dense energy that promised earth-shattering conflict.
"Dear Guests! Esteem Cultivators! Leaders of the Righteous Faction! The moment is here! Today, we determine the victor of the Six Saintesses' Grand Tournament! Let the final day of the Six Saintesses Competition... BEGIN!"
All eyes were fixed on the six pristine platforms where the most beautiful, powerful, and influential women of the generation stood ready. The elegance and profound cultivation of the Saintesses were revealed to the whole world, their beauty earning a wave of gasps and praise from the awestruck crowd.
Vahn, watching from the Drunken Master's box, finally got a clear, unobstructed view of the four Saintesses he hadn't fully observed.
The first to shatter the silence was Aria Stormsong, the Saintess of War and Battle Spirit.
"Sisters, let's get this started, shall we?" she spoke with a fierce grin, just like a tigress assessing her prey.
Her appearance could described as: Beauty with Brawns.
She had bright amethyst hair, tied in a loose braid that matched her fierce eyes. She wore light armor adorned with golden trims and scarlet cloth, revealing the strength beneath her graceful movements. A wild and electrifying battle aura surrounded her, like a Lightning Goddess born for war.
Her weapon was a massive Greatsword, currently resting easily on her shoulder.
Next was Celestine Starborn, the Saintess of Fate and Stars.
Her voice was like a distant, musical chime:
"The Stars have already spoken, Aria. Today, the true Victor will be someone else," she replied cryptically.
With a shiny shiny scepter in hand, she appeared like a mysterious Oracle from the heavens.
She had silver hair that cascaded to her waist, and deep purple eyes that shone with a subtle, starry radiance whenever she focused. She wore flowing robes of midnight blue and white, embroidered with star-shaped patterns that seemed to faintly glow.
Her presence was serene, as if the cosmos themselves watched through her eyes.
Then came the voice of frigid heaven, belonging to the Saintess of Ice, Evelina Frostheart.
"I do not care about Victory. All I want to do is crush her," she declared, her tone betraying a rare crack in her icy control.
As her title suggested, she was a vision of Cold Goddess beauty. Her long, icy-blue hair was always perfectly combed, falling neatly over her pure white robes lined with sapphire threads. Her calm gray eyes reflected both cold discipline and quiet sorrow. Every movement carried grace and precision, like a snowflake that never lost its shape. She was currently glaring coldly at the seductive beauty diagonally opposite her.
Valeria Rosethorn.
The object of Evelina's ire was Valeria Rosethorn, the Saintess of Nature and Life.
Her juicy red lips curved faintly after hearing Evelina's cold declaration. "Oh my, my... Why is the famous Ice Goddess of Frostgate Bastion so angry at little old me? That's not so nice..."
She had long emerald hair that shimmered like forest leaves, with deep green eyes that carried warmth and mystery. Her attire perfectly blended nature and allure: a close-fitting gown woven from delicate vines and silk that moved sensuously with her every step.
On her left cheek, a distinctive heart-shaped mark could be seen clearly. It added more to her playful allure.
Vahn's gaze turned to the last two figures. The two remaining Saintesses were, of course, Seraphina and Flama.
While most of the Saintesses appeared to be in their early twenties, a conventional observation in this world meant little. In the cultivation world, where the ultimate goal was eternal youth and immortality, age dynamics were skewed. It was a common, almost universal obsession for high-level female cultivators to maintain their beauty and youth indefinitely.
Seraphina and others looked to be around 22, though Flama and Evelina appeared slightly younger, perhaps closer to Vahn's own physical age.
"Seraphina, Flama, why are you two so quiet?" Valeria Rosethorn asked teasingly. "Is it my fault that Vahn Necrotis fled away? Weren't you at fault, Serphina? So why is this Iceberg Princess targeting me? I don't understand."
"I am not talking about that person," Evelina snapped, her cold eyes fixed entirely on Valeria. "It's you, Vixen. You charmed my little brother with your obnoxious act. Now, he won't even come back home from his reckless training journey. It all because you said you only like strong men and he is weak...
Why did you have to talk like that when you have no interest in him?"
Evelina's spiritual aura flared, instantly dropping the temperature around her. The wind particles turned into a visible shower of ice sprinkles, indicating just how profoundly angry the dutiful noble was. The mention of her younger brother and the hurt she felt on his behalf had broken through her disciplined façade.
Valeria's lips curled with playful amusement, completely unfazed by the icy malice.
"Fufu... What else should I have done? I was just honest with myself."
Rumble!
Before the petty argument could escalate further, the sky rumbled violently with chaotic lightning.
Everyone turned to see Aria Stormsong, the Warrior Saintess, floating into the sky above the platforms. Her massive greatsword was now wrapped in arcs of ferocious, chaotic lightning.
Her very presence felt destructive.
"Are you all done with your mushy-mushy talk?" she bellowed, her voice overriding the rumble of the thunder. "If not, I am afraid, none of you are leaving alive!"
Buzz!
With a savage grin, she channeled the full might of the lightning into her weapon.
The colossal, crackling greatsword fell downward in a single, devastating cleave aimed at the five Saintesses below.
Rumble!
The attack was one of pure, raw destruction, forcing the five other Saintesses into immediate action. They instantly activated defensive artifacts or unleashed spiritual energy to propel themselves backward, barely avoiding the destructive blow that vaporized a massive chunk of the arena's central stone.
Aria descended slowly, her bright red hair now loose and crackling with electricity like tiny lightning bolts. The fierce grin on her face showed how much she yearned for this battle.
The other five Saintesses had no choice but to get serious, their arguments was instantly replaced by solemn focus. This earned a visible sigh of relief from the head referee, who had been seconds away from intervening to prevent a premature war among the six.
The matchups were now set, and the Grand Finale was ready to begin:
| Match 1: Seraphina (Light) | vs | Valeria Rosethorn (Nature) |
| Match 2: Flama Astoria (Fire) | vs | Aria Stormsong (Lightning) |
| Match 3: Celestine Starborn (Stars) | vs | Evelina Frostheart (Ice) |
Who will be proven the strongest?
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC88: Battle of Six Saintesses (2)
Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Battle of Six Saintesses (2)
"Ladies and gentlemen, our first match up: Saintess of Light against Saintess of Nature. Let us see who emerge as the victor."
The announcer's voice boomed as the first pairing took their places. Seraphina and Valeria.
Valeria stood with an easy, confident grace on her platform, her emerald hair shimmering. Seraphina, serene in her white robes, drew a shimmering, slender sword.
The signal was given. Seraphina moved first. A streak of focused light as she channeled her Light energy into a minor Sword Art.
Her strikes were precise and quick, seeking to end the battle before Valeria could utilize her domain control.
Valeria met the attack with a playful smile. The ground around her moved upward, not as rock, but as dense, thorny Vines and hard, living Wood. These natural defenses blocked Seraphina's sword strikes, forcing the Saintess to pull back.
"Tell me, Seraphina," Valeria called out, her voice carrying an intentional, teasing lilt across the platforms. "How was Vahn Necrotis, our supposed husband? Has he found his purpose yet?"
Seraphina's expression remained calm, yet her eyes tightened fractionally, a sign of her hidden possessiveness. She parried a whip-like vine with a glowing white shield of energy.
"He is a great person," was all Seraphina would say, her response measured and final. She refused to give Valeria the satisfaction of eliciting any drama.
The fight intensified, becoming a spectacle of contrasting powers. The atmosphere itself began to vibrate violently, forcing the arena's ancient Suppressing Formation to activate, cloaking the platforms in shimmering, protective layers. Without the formation, the shockwaves of their Soul Transformation level attacks would have certainly injured spectators and flattened the surrounding landscape for miles.
Seraphina focused on speed and purity, striking with radiant, focused light and occasionally flashing her renowned Healing Arts to mend minor fissures in her defenses. Valeria, however, had the entire environment as her weapon.
She could grow massive, defensive trees in seconds, summon Ground Beasts made of dense earth and bark, and continually manipulate the weather and the earth beneath Seraphina's feet. Seraphina's light was pure, but Valeria's domain was vast and overwhelming.
Seraphina's specialization in Healing Arts, while making her indispensable—no one in the Righteous Faction could match her restorative power—also proved to be her weakness in direct combat. She was dependent on others for protection.
This was the very reason she had always sought a powerful person to rely upon—someone whose strength was her shield, allowing her to focus on what she did best.
And now, she finally had that person: her husband.
The climax arrived when Valeria completely enclosed Seraphina in a quickly grown, iron-hard dome of ancient tree roots. Seraphina was forced to expend a tremendous amount of energy to break free, leaving her spiritual core temporarily depleted.
Valeria Wins!
Seraphina, breathing hard but otherwise unharmed, stepped out of the broken roots, officially defeated. Yet, instead of the expected look of chagrin or frustration, her expression was one of profound, quiet contentment.
She looked toward the Sky Box where her husband {Vahn (Damien Infernos)} was watching. Her loss in a battle for supremacy seemed utterly meaningless to her. She had a champion now, one who had already proven his worth and loyalty.
Valeria, who had been expecting a grudging nod of respect, was momentarily stunned by the White Lotus Saintess's serene joy.
"You lost, Seraphina," Valeria stated, her playfulness gone, replaced by genuine curiosity. "So why are you still smiling?"
Seraphina simply smiled, a private, knowing smile. "I lost the match, Valeria, but I did not lose what is truly important."
Valeria frowned, a feeling of unease settling over her. She had a distinct sense that despite being the victor, Seraphina had achieved far more than this competition's temporary glory could ever bring.
As Seraphina ascended, gracefully heading toward the White Lotus Sky Box, Valeria Rosethorn watched her with keen curiosity. The Nature Saintess had noted Seraphina's odd serenity in defeat and her subtle, almost protective joy.
Valeria's sharp gaze followed the direction of Seraphina's frequent, loving glances. Her eyes landed on the secluded, much more modest Sky Box of the Drunken Master.
Inside, she saw a figure she recognized: Damien Infernos, the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had become the hero of the White Lotus. Beside him was the perpetually intoxicated Drunken Master.
Just what was her relationship with those two? Valeria wondered, a genuine frown creasing her brow.
Nevertheless, she was a Saintess of the Righteous Faction, and duty called. She quickly pushed the private affairs of her rival aside and turned her full attention to the second epic showdown.
In the main battle circle, the tension had been dialed to the maximum for the next pairing.
Flama Astoria, the Fire Saintess, will be facing Aria Stormsong, the Proud Warrior.
Aria was like a brutish Lightning goddess with her massive greatsword crackling with the chaotic energy of Lightning.
She looked fierce, full of untamed power, eager to exchange blows.
Flama, in contrast, carried herself with an energetic, almost distracted air. Her platform was soon ringed by four intricately carved cauldrons, which glowed with a restless internal heat. She represented the power of Blazing Fire, transformation, and volatile energy.
The signal was given, and the two Saintesses erupted into motion, one a rushing torrent of pure martial might, the other a chaotic storm of elemental destruction.
KRA-KOOM!
Aria's lightning-clad greatsword struck first, its power equivalent to a mountain being split in two.
Flama reacted not by meeting the blow, but by conjuring a wall of molten glass and concentrated flame from her cauldrons.
Boom!
The lightning struck the fire-glass wall, resulting in an explosive clash of elements that sent light and thunder booming across the Colosseum.
The arena was instantly divided into two perilous domains: Blazing Fire dominated Flama's side, turning the air into shimmering heat waves, while Aria's side was a landscape of Crackling Lightning and raw, percussive force.
This was less a duel and more a contest between elemental chaos and battlefield dominance.
The clash of Fire and Lightning.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC89: Battle of Six Saintesses (3)
Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Battle of Six Saintesses (3)
The battle between Flama Astoria and Aria Stormsong was a mesmerizing display of elemental devastation, forcing the arena's energy formations to hum frantically under the strain.
Aria, the Proud Warrior, fought with an aggressive martial madness. She utilized the Heaven-Shattering Thunder Blade, a Heaven grade Cultivation Art that amplified her Greatsword's mass with the chaotic, kinetic lightning.
Each swing didn't just cut; it created focused Thunder Shocks that tore at the spiritual defenses of her opponent. Her mastery was so profound that bolts of purple Lightning constantly crackled around her, forming a dangerous, reactive shield that punished any close approach.
Flama, the Passionate Alchemist, fought in a volatile but creative genius style. She was constantly running, setting up complex traps and alchemical reactions.
Her primary offensive was the Phoenix Transformation Art, a technique that allowed her to project colossal, ephemeral Fire Phoenixes from her cauldrons. These beasts of pure, blazing fire would engulf the platform, attempting to melt Aria's defenses and disrupt her footwork.
She also briefly unleashed the Infernal Earth Tide, turning patches of the platform into bubbling, acidic lava to restrict Aria's movements.
And yet, despite Flama's clever traps and overwhelming firepower, the match was ultimately decided by Aria's superior spiritual energy and raw combat experience.
Aria held the record for the most victories in previous Saintesses Competition, just after Lilith.
As obviously, she would refused to be bogged down.
Whizzz!
She used the Heavenly Step of the Storm to flash through Flama's fiery obstacles, utilizing her lightning essence to instantly vaporize the Infernal Earth Flama created.
The deciding moment came when Aria roared, channeling the full extent of her power into a single technique: Judgement of Lightning.
Rumble!
Her greatsword transformed into a pillar of blinding, concentrated lightning that crashed down upon Flama's primary cauldron formation.
CRACK-ZAP!
The cauldron exploded, sending shrapnel and volatile reagents flying.
Flama's defenses were shattered.
Though protected by a final, desperate burst of alchemical energy, she was struck by the raw kinetic force of the lightning and thrown clear off the platform, defeated.
Aria Stormsong Wins!
It was a display of sheer, overwhelming might, and to the experienced cultivators in the crowd, it was not surprising. Aria's lightning-based martial cultivation held an innate destructive advantage over Flama's more scattered, transformative fire arts. The Proud Warrior had proven why she was a perennial favorite.
Flama Astoria landed outside the arena floor with a slight disorientation. Her vibrant energy was temporarily drained, her clothing singed, and minor burns visible on her arms from the electrical discharge.
She then left without a word, the shame of defeat burning hotter than her flames.
Arriving at the Alchemy Land's Sky Viewing Box, she immediately bowed her head to her father and the assembled elders.
"I am sorry, Father. Your daughter shamed you..."
She was in genuine remorse and loss.
Xion Astoria, the Patriarch of the Alchemy Land, stood up. He then gently held his daughter in his arms, his disappointment tempered by fierce parental pride.
"Your performance was truly a spectacle, my dear," he corrected in a consoling voice. "To hold Aria Stormsong for so long, and to force her to use her most powerful technique, is a victory in itself. And remember, the battle is not over yet. If you achieve the highest points among the runner-ups, you can still fight again for a chance at the final round."
"Yes, I understand," Flama whispered, accepting the counsel. She then slumped into a cushioned seat while an attendant rushed forward to apply a restorative medicinal paste to her superficial electrical wounds. Her mind, however, was already racing, analyzing her mistakes and calculating the necessary adjustments for a potential rematch.
The clamor of the crowd reached a new peak, now focused on the final elimination match of the day.
Celestine Starborn, the Mysterious Oracle, stood opposite Evelina Frostheart, the Cold Goddess.
These two Saintesses, representing vastly different domains were bound to offer a similarly spectacular show as last time.
Celestine's power lay in the profound manipulation of fate and star energy, while Evelina's was in absolute control over the element of extreme Ice and spiritual discipline.
From the Drunken Master's Sky Box, Vahn (Damien Infernos) exchanged a brief, secret glance with Seraphina.
Seraphina, though defeated, was calm as she watched the arena with focused anticipation
Vahn also watched with intense scrutiny. Various calculations ran through his mind: who might emerge victorious, and what new cultivation concepts or weaknesses he could learn from their clash. Evelina's extreme Ice and discipline were formidable, but Celestine's power of Stars and Fate was the most unpredictable force on the field.
Learning how to counter either of their powers would be an invaluable lesson for his long-term goals.
The arena went silent one last time, waiting for the inevitable clash between these two.
The battle began without delay.
Celestine raised her shining golden scepter high into the sky. It instantly glowed with a brilliant, silver-white energy, the radiance so intense that it made the very Suppression Formation encasing the platform vibrate with a frantic, muffled Buzz, buzz, buzz...
In an instant, several star-shaped beams of light materialized, weaving together to form an intense, protective cosmic cocoon that completely surrounded Celestine. Anyone with a modicum of spiritual sense could understand her strategy: this shield was meant to counteract Evelina's Frigid Aura, which was already increasing at an astonishing, world-chilling rate. Celestine was preparing to fight an elemental war from a position of absolute celestial defense.
"Futile!" Evelina's voice echoed coldly, cutting through the rising hum of the formation.
She raised her long, elegant sword. The blade was extremely thin and light, almost ethereal, yet the frigid energy it radiated was terrifying. It sent chills through even the high and mighty elders watching from the security of their Sky Boxes, a sign that Evelina's control over the ice element had reached a level of near-absolute purity.
Evelina did not rush. She was disciplined and precise. As the chilling air turned the moisture around her into visible ice particles, she slowly began her assault.
She channeled her Soul Transformation energy into her blade, not for a chaotic swing, but for a focused, terrifying strike. The tip of her sword glowed with a deep, sapphire light before she unleashed the Glacier Needle Thrust. It was not a broad attack but a single, infinitesimally thin needle of compressed, absolute zero ice aimed directly at a minute point on Celestine's star-woven barrier.
The collision was silent, but catastrophic. The star shield, meant to deflect broad attacks, was faced with power focused to a single point. The chilling force met the cosmic light, and a fine web of cracks instantly spread across the silver cocoon. Celestine's expression, usually serene, finally showed a flicker of surprise as she felt the strain.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC90: Grand Finale
Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Grand Finale
The silent clash of the first move immediately escalated into a catastrophic exchange. Both Saintesses, recognizing the formidable nature of their opponent, unleashed the pinnacle of their Cultivation Arts.
The arena was instantly plunged into a battle between the unpredictable chaos of Cosmic Fate and the perfect, terrifying control of Absolute Ice.
Evelina, with her chilling discipline, sought to lock down the entire battlefield, nullifying Celestine's destiny-altering tricks.
• Glacier Needle Thrust (Absolute Ice Strike):
Using her thin, light sword, Evelina focused her energy into an infinitesimally thin needle of compressed, absolute zero ice. This was a precision strike, designed to breach Celestine's defenses at their weakest point, striking with unparalleled frigid purity.
• Thousand Li Frozen Domain (Soul Transformation Art): Evelina unleashed her refined Soul Energy, instantly plunging the entire platform and the air above it into a Glacial Domain. Every trace of moisture and errant energy was slowed, frozen, or instantly crystallized, locking the environment in a state of absolute cold and thus countering Celestine's subtle fate manipulations.
• Azure Dragon's Ascent (Sword Art of Absolute Ice): Her final move, channeling the purest cold into her sword to project a massive, spiritual Azure Ice Dragon. This was an all-out strike of life-draining cold, meant to shatter Celestine's defenses and spiritual core completely.
"Roarrrr!"
Celestine countered the freezing assault by manipulating the very fate of the battlefield, not just its elements, using the power of the stars.
• Heaven's Alignment Weave (Soul Transformation Art): Celestine's silver-white energy pulsed violently. This complex art didn't attack; it subtly shifted the cosmic alignment of the arena. Any attack Evelina launched would have its trajectory slightly altered, its force dissipated, or its timing delayed, turning the laws of space and time against the ice Saintess.
• Falling Star Requiem (Destiny-Realm Strike): From her scepter, she unleashed dozens of dense, sapphire-blue motes of cosmic energy. Each was a tiny, self-contained explosion of starlight, designed to disrupt Evelina's mental focus and the purity of her ice element with overwhelming, chaotic cosmic pressure.
The climax arrived when the Azure Dragon's Ascent and the Falling Star Requiem met, creating a chaotic vortex of absolute cold and blinding starlight.
BOOM!
The collision was too much for the already strained Suppression Formation, which failed with a terrifying screech. A wave of destructive power, mixing frigid energy and cosmic feedback, rushed toward the spectators, but was instantly contained by the swift intervention of the peak-level Elders.
As the dust and ice cleared, Evelina stood tall and unharmed, the victor by superior spiritual purity and discipline. Celestine stood defeated, blood staining her lips.
"The Path of the North Star remains aligned, Evelina. But your winter's bloom is destined for a chill not yet foreseen," Celestine whispered, a cryptic warning hanging in the air.
The elimination round is complete. The stage is now set for the final rounds of the Saintesses Competition.
The anticipation in the Colosseum was visible as the names for the semi-final round were being decided by the judges pannel based on the points.
After a hour, the announcement finally came:
| Semifinal Match |
| Match 1: Evelina Frostheart (Ice) | vs | Aria Stormsong (War) |
| Match 2: Valeria Rosethorn (Nature) | vs | Flama Astoria (Fire) |
Vahn found the waiting tedious, but the announcement of the semifinals brought him much-needed excitement. These matches would determine the two finalists and, crucially, the ultimate victor who would lead the delegation to the Secret Realm.
He felt none of the tension gripping the other Winners. They were desperate to secure a position among the Saintesses' Followers, but Vahn knew his fate was already sealed.
Seraphina's defeat in the elimination round was irrelevant; she was still a Saintess, and more importantly, she was his wife.
Seraphina is going to pick him. It was the most certain fact in the entire arena. Her husband's goal was paramount, and for Vahn to enter the Secret Realm, becoming her follower was the only path.
He settled in to observe. The coming battles weren't just for glory; they were a scouting session for him, a chance to log the formidable powers of Evelina and Aria, two Saintesses who might one day stand in his way.
The semifinal rounds proceeded with chaotic clashes that further scarred the arena and strained the newly erected protection formations.
In the first battle, the Absolute Ice of Evelina Frostheart clashed against the raw martial prowess of Aria Stormsong.
Boom, Booom!
Rumble!
The resulting battle of absolute ice versus chaotic lightning was fierce, but in the end, Aria's unstoppable, elemental aggression and battlefield experience proved too much for Evelina's controlled defense.
Aria Stormsong Wins!
The second battle was a dramatic rematch: Valeria Rosethorn against the re-entered Flama Astoria.
This time, the outcome was reversed. Flama's blazing Fire Arts had undergone a startling transformation and were now far more destructive than they had been in the elimination round. Her flames moved faster, burned hotter, and reacted to Valeria's nature defenses with ruthless, calculated chaos.
Flama Astoria Wins!
Valeria, defeated by the sudden surge in her rival's power, looked at Flama with unconcealed suspicion.
"Flama, can you explain me what is the reason for your sudden development of strength? You weren't this strong just two weeks ago when we last met."
Flama's heart skipped. The question cut too close to the bone. She knew the truth: their shared husband, the Devil's Child. The forbidden ritual that had bound the eight Saintesses and Vahn was broken, but she still could feel it, especially in her cultivation sessions.
She absolutely could not confess that her explosive growth was tied to the "Devil's Child". The consequences would be dire, leading the entire Righteous Faction to brand her a as another heretic. Trying to explain the intricacies of the broken ritual would invite nothing but hostility and endless suspicion.
"I... I had a breakthrough after my first loss," Flama replied, her voice carefully modulated to sound proud yet slightly vague. "The shock of defeat crystallized my understanding of the Fire and Transformation Dao."
But internally, she was convinced the sudden spike had occurred when Vahn had recently come to meet her.
Something about their brief interaction must have restored their connection, forcing this uncontrolled, destructive growth. She had to keep this a secret and, later, try to uncover the true nature of this mystery.
The arena was cleared once more. The final, decisive match was set, pitting the last two remaining Saintesses against each other.
The air thrummed with a heavy, expectant silence. All eyes, including Vahn's, were on the two figures who would determine the political leadership of the entire Righteous Faction's expedition.
Aria Stormsong, the embodiment of martial lightning and unstoppable will, stood opposite to Flama Astoria, the volatile master of fire and sudden, terrifying power.
The announcer's amplified voice boomed, sealing the moment in history:
"And now! The moment the Continent has been waiting for! The ultimate contest for supremacy! Aria Stormsong, the War Saintess versus Flama Astoria, the Fire Saintess! The victor will earn the supreme honor of leading the chosen talents from the Righteous Faction to the Secret Realm!"
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