Chapter 824
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Chapter 824: The Stunning Radiance
“Gulp!”
The golden Garuda let out a piercing cry, its luminous feathers fluttering in rapid motion. Fierce gusts erupted, forming a spiraling whirlwind of gold surging ahead.
The distorted void, filled with roaring winds and crackling thunder, was illuminated by dazzling golden brilliance. Mu Yao flapped her wings tirelessly, striving to escape the binding currents.
Towering waves of wind swept across, scattering beams of golden radiance in every direction. It resembled a downpour of shimmering gold cascading from the heavens.
Encircling Garuda, a golden tempest surged like a hurricane, layered with countless sharp and radiant lights. These formed dozens, if not hundreds, of dazzling phantoms.
“What a terrifying Garuda!”
Gasps of awe filled the air as Mu Yao transformed into the imposing and ferocious Garuda. Within the swirling golden storm, she appeared like a divine bird soaring across the skies, radiating a commanding and overwhelming aura. It was as if she had the power to topple mountains and overturn oceans!
The atmosphere trembled, and even the immense sky above the golden boulder seemed to quiver under the weight of her magnificent energy.
“The Garuda clan’s might is truly extraordinary…”
The crowd was stunned, their astonishment mirrored on the faces of elders and high-ranking figures from various factions.
This was merely a transformed Garuda. Should a true Garuda emerge, its majesty would surely be unmatched!
“The Garuda lineage is indeed remarkable, but in the end, you are not a pure Garuda, and your cultivation still falls short.”
Li Qingwei’s voice rang out, her silken white robes fluttering gracefully. Her pristine skin occasionally peeked through, appearing flawless under the sunlight. Her aura exuded purity, untouched by the world’s blemishes, giving her the air of an ethereal being. With her elegant figure and captivating features, she seemed like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens.
As her words trailed off, Li Qingwei summoned the remnants of her soul’s energy. Tremendous waves of power rippled across the skies as mysterious runes materialized in the void.
In front of the humanoid shadow formed by her soul remnants, an endless torrent transformed into a colossal sword of flowing water. Its menacing aura carried the force of the vast seas, cutting straight toward Garuda’s illusion.
At that instant, Li Qingwei’s energy surged to an apex, far surpassing Mu Yao’s.
In Garuda’s gleaming eyes, Mu Yao’s expression shifted to one of unease.
She tried to evade, but Li Qingwei’s suppression of her cultivation left no room for escape.
The immense sword descended upon Garuda’s back, fracturing the golden radiance into countless shards.
The Garuda illusion wavered violently before the golden light finally shattered. Mu Yao’s true form reappeared, blood spilling from her lips as she was sent hurtling into a golden boulder.
“Thud, thud…”
On the golden platform, Mu Yao staggered backward, her pale lips stained with faint traces of golden blood—a poignant image of both tragedy and resilience.
Li Qingwei, now composed, stood tall. Her complexion paled slightly, and a thin trickle of red blood appeared at the corner of her lips.
For a moment, all conflict subsided, and silence enveloped the scene.
All eyes turned toward the two radiant figures, their beauty and strength inspiring awe among the onlookers.
“I’ve lost,” Mu Yao admitted, her gaze steady as it rested on Li Qingwei. Her eyes reflected a mix of defeat and resolve.
“Had our cultivation levels been equal, perhaps I wouldn’t have been able to defeat you,” Li Qingwei responded, acknowledging Mu Yao’s strength. Her victory was due to her superior cultivation, not an inherent advantage.
Mu Yao’s lips curved into a faint smile. “A loss is a loss, but there will be another chance to fight.”
With that, she stepped away from the golden boulder, her gaze lingering briefly on an unassuming figure nearby.
During their clash, she had sensed a presence—a familiar yet elusive aura. Her curiosity compelled her to study the seemingly ordinary young man, but she couldn’t discern anything further.
“Did she sense something…?”
Su Yi felt Mu Yao’s gaze but kept his expression neutral. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, waves of unease churned. Had she begun to suspect his true nature?
On the four golden platforms, one figure stood atop each, their presence radiating unmatched power.
The gathered crowd marveled at these four remarkable young geniuses, their talents leaving even the elders of powerful factions astounded.
The current generation of contenders in the Saint Martial Assembly had far surpassed expectations, showcasing brilliance unlike any seen in years past.
Still, among the Five Sects and Three Schools, regret hung heavy for all but the Qingyun Sect, who had secured one of the coveted top four spots.
Surprisingly, two lesser-known individuals—Su Yi and Xu Chen—had defied the odds to join the ranks of the final four.
“Buzz!”
The melodic chime of a bell resonated as Ouyang Yuanfeng appeared once more, hovering in the void to announce the next round. His voice boomed, its vitality mingling with the deafening cheers of the crowd.
The arena buzzed with excitement, and the remaining four contenders stood tall, their names etched in the hearts of the onlookers.
Two colossal golden boulders emerged, each brimming with divine light and thick mist, radiating holiness.
On one boulder stood Nanan Ruyu and Li Qingwei, their presence commanding respect.
On the opposing boulder stood Su Yi and Xu Chen, their expressions a mix of determination and quiet resolve.
As Su Yi and Xu Chen exchanged glances, a faint smile of camaraderie passed between them.
Meanwhile, Li Qingwei furrowed her brows. Among the competitors, Nanan Ruyu was the one she had least wanted to face.
“Considering you’re just a woman, perhaps you should concede now.”
Nanan Ruyu’s serene demeanor remained unshaken. His clear eyes gleamed with profound depth, and his jade-like skin shimmered faintly in the light.
Li Qingwei stood tall, her resolve unbroken. “I know your strength, but the Qingyun Sect doesn’t back down without a fight!”
Her radiant figure and graceful poise captivated the crowd. At this moment, Li Qingwei’s elegance seemed to eclipse even the most dazzling stars.
“You’ve grown strong—your Quasi-Heavenly Grade soul is remarkable. But alas, it’s not a true Heavenly Grade soul, and that won’t be enough to triumph over me.”
Nanan Ruyu’s sacred aura intensified, his expression sharpening as his clear eyes lit up like thunderbolts. The sheer force of his presence caused Li Qingwei’s heart to waver.
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