Chapter 65: Subdued in One Punch, Can a Flood Dragon Rival a True Dragon?

Hearing Ji Yingyue call Qin Xuan “husband,” the disciples of the True Martial Sacred Land all looked shocked.

They hadn’t expected their Emperor’s Son to have such a relationship with the legendary Saintess of Tai Xuan!

At the same time, seeing the crowd around them absolutely stunned, they felt a sense of déjà vu.

So they turned to look at the four women standing behind them to watch the battle—Su Nianshuang, Jiang Fangmu, Liu Xia, and Xia Qingcheng—and couldn’t help but feel a shared sense of pity.

No wonder it felt familiar; they’d been through this before!

Thinking of this, they silently sympathized with the crowd, hoping they could recover from the shock soon.

“So our husband’s true wife is Ji Yingyue, the Saintess of Tai Xuan!” exclaimed Xia Qingcheng, her face full of admiration. As one of the outstanding Double Beauties and a Core Disciple of the True Martial Sacred Land, of course she knew Ji Yingyue.

As another female disciple from a Holy Land, she deeply admired Ji Yingyue’s great strength and peerless aura.

“Yes! Back at Qin Manor, Sister Yingyue was especially kind to us!” Su Nianshuang and Jiang Fangmu were also happy to see Ji Yingyue again, since they’d spent a good amount of time with her.

“Husband, teach them a lesson!” On the Golden Rune Arena, Ji Yingyue said to Qin Xuan with a bright smile. Then she turned and flew down. She found a Silver Rune Arena with a clear view and sat on the silver throne.

Resting her chin on both hands, she watched the figure in white on the golden throne like a young girl. As Qin Xuan’s true wife, Ji Yingyue had always trusted him unconditionally. She believed that once Qin Xuan stepped onto the arena, the title of Supreme Prodigy would belong to him alone!

“Good heavens! The Saintess of Tai Xuan is willing to give up fighting for the Supreme Prodigy throne just for Qin Xuan!”

“That’s crazy! Does she actually believe Qin Xuan could defeat all five Monstrous Prodigies?”

“Impossible! If he were so strong, how could he have stayed an unknown all this time?”

“Exactly! If he had the power to dominate his generation, the True Martial Sacred Land should’ve made him famous throughout Youlong Domain. It couldn’t be true that everyone—from the Saint Lord and Elders down to the Deacons and disciples—decided to hide his real strength!”

“No way! I refuse to believe they’re that bored or peculiar!”

Amid the crowd’s heated discussion, both the True Martial Saint Lord above and the disciples watching below felt a bit flustered. They scratched their noses awkwardly and looked away.

Nearby, the Taixuan Saint Lord watched Ji Yingyue call Qin Xuan “husband” and then sit plainly on a silver throne; he nearly lost his composure on the spot!

Right now, he felt like precious, tender cabbage he’d painstakingly raised had suddenly been ruined by a wild boar!

“True Martial! Once the ranking battle ends, I demand an explanation!” he said. Unable to question Ji Yingyue in front of so many people, he vented his anger on the True Martial Saint Lord.

The True Martial Saint Lord just gave a cold laugh. Face impassive, he refused to engage, but inside he secretly delighted. This kid Qin Xuan really delivered—he’d won over Youlong Domain’s most beautiful woman!

“Some worthless pretender from who-knows-where used sweet talk to fool the Saintess of Tai Xuan, then actually thought himself important!”

“Right! A bragger like him has no right to possess the Saintess. I, Xiao Yuanjing, will show you only monsters like me are worthy of her!” Song Xuankong of the Song King Noble Family and Xiao Yuanjing, the Great Disciple of Jiujiang King, glared at Qin Xuan with murderous eyes.

“Stop wasting time! We’ll see his skill in battle!”

“Daring to sit on the Supreme Throne without our notice—you’re looking for death!”

BOOM!

The short-tempered Ao Heli, whose muscles bulged wildly, raised a tree-thick staff and swung it straight at Qin Xuan’s head. This Holy Son of the Canghai Ancient Sect possessed a Flood Dragon Bloodline and a Body of Divine Strength. Naturally a berserker, his physical power was terrifying.

For this strike, he pushed both his Flood Dragon Bloodline and Body of Divine Strength to their limits. Savage force ripped through the air with sonic booms, powerful enough to topple mountains as it aimed for Qin Xuan’s skull.

“That’s terrifying raw force! Ao Heli must be truly furious—I bet he used 100% of his physical strength!”

“Exactly! After that blow, this Qin Xuan probably won’t survive even if death doesn’t take him!”

“Serves him right! Anyone who taints my goddess must die!”

The crowd murmured in awe as they felt Ao Heli’s unleashed power.

But what happened next shocked them even more.

“How could a mere Flood Dragon contend with a True Dragon?” they heard Qin Xuan softly reply. He rose to his feet, his expression calm as he took a step forward, fist clenched at his side.

Activating his True Dragon Bloodline, wisps of Dragon Aura wound around him. A brilliant golden radiance seeped from beneath his skin like an Indestructible Golden Body, amplifying his physical resilience.

“ROAR!”

A majestic, domineering dragon’s roar pierced the void. Qin Xuan threw a single punch, carrying force capable of shattering the heavens as it crashed hard against Ao Heli’s heavy staff.

BOOM!

The air exploded on impact. Shockwaves rocketed outwards, shaking the surrounding space. Despite Ao Heli’s massive Flood Dragon Bloodline, the one sent flying back by the monstrous collision was him!

He tumbled through the air, the skin between thumb and forefinger splitting open. Blood sprayed wildly from his hands, while the bones beneath his skin shattered completely. Even his thick magical staff was knocked clean away, hitting the arena with a heavy thud.

Silence swallowed everything.

The crowd stared with wide eyes at the unmoving figure in white atop the golden stage—completely unable to process what they’d witnessed.

To suppress Ao Heli—a master of raw strength—with one punch…just how terrifying was that power?!

“Emperor’s Son Qin Xuan is awesome! Subduing rivals, peerless among the Heaven’s Pride!”

“Emperor’s Son Qin Xuan dominates! Defeats all enemies, becomes Supreme!”

Seeing this, the True Martial disciples shouted with renewed fervor. Seeing the crowd wide-eyed and silent, they felt an immense, quiet satisfaction.

The speed of this comeuppance was truly wonderful!

While the onlookers remained stunned, the expressions of the other prodigies on the golden stage grew deeply wary. They knew Ao Heli’s power—how could Qin Xuan possibly suppress him in a single punch? Unbelievable!

Seated among the four silver stages, Ji Yingyue saw their hesitation and blossomed into a sweet, flower-like smile.

That was her husband—a single punch to intimidate the crowd of prodigies! She thought proudly as he stepped firmly onto the air.

“Like he said: stop wasting time. All of you—come at once!”

Dressed in white, Qin Xuan floated above the chaos. His gaze swept over Xiao Yuanjing and the others like steel blades, his voice cold and detached.