Chapter 585
by fanqienovelChapter 585: Falling Behind
Mo Lanyun was still a teenage girl who’d been sheltered like a princess, lacking real-world experience. Though clever enough to recognize Li Qingshi’s provocation, she still bristled at his mockery of the Mo Sect’s divine skills and treasures.
"Hmph! You dare belittle the Mo Sect?" she snapped, fists trembling. "I’ll defeat you without using Self-detonating Spiritual Roots!"
Li Qingshi’s eyes lit up. "Do you swear it?"
"By my Dao heart!"
"Splendid!" He grinned, thumbs raised. "Win or lose, your boldness impresses me!"
Flattered by his praise, the girl preened, oblivious to the crowd’s jeers.
"Poetic justice!" snorted a spectator. "The Mo Sect’s trickster gets tricked!"
"Old Fox Mo Qianxun’s prized granddaughter outsmarted by Fang Family’s scheming heir?" another chuckled. "What irony!"
Murmurs spread like wildfire. "Abbot Mountain’s earth specialists counter her water arts completely. Without her trump card, she’s doomed."
Even Sect Leader Mo Qianxun slammed his teacup, beard quivering. "Idiot child! She walked straight into that trap!"
Fang Lie offered meek consolation: "She’s young, Sect Leader."
"You’re younger yet thrice as sharp!" Mo Qianxun roared. "My own disciple—a laughingstock!"
On the battlefield, Mo Lanyun gestured sharply. Her Dragon Turtle surged forward, Xuan Water churning like a tsunami.
Li Qingshi smirked. "Right on cue." A black chain shot from his sleeve, ensnaring the beast in divine-patterned coils. The crowd gasped—Dragon Binding Chains, Yingzhou Sect’s ancient relic!
Mo Lanyun’s spells bounced uselessly off the restraints. "Why won’t it break?!"
"Foolish girl!" Mo Qianxun groaned as Li Qingshi flung gray sand that solidified the raging waters. "Abbot Mountain borrowed Yingzhou’s treasures while she abandoned hers!"
Fang Lie’s jaw tightened. "If he cheats to win, I’ll crush him in the finals."
"Crush him?" Mo Qianxun spat. "She’s already lost! Pure water against fortified earth? That replica Xirang alone—"
Below, the once-proud princess stood dwarfed by earthen mountains, her strategies crumbling like wet paper.