Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 1050 Battle against Yuan Jiqing

Yue Xingzhou had also recovered about 70-80% of his strength thanks to the pills provided by Yue Liusu. Hearing this, he simply nodded and kept a close eye on the situation.

However, they naturally underestimated Jing Yu.

The gray-robed youth merely shifted his body slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding. He raised his left arm, but instead of blocking, he slightly raised it at an extremely strange angle, with his elbow slightly bent. His forearm, like a supple vine, wrapped around and pulled against the outside of Yuan Jiqing's fist and wrist.

Yuan Jiqing felt as if his overwhelming fist force had struck slippery void, and was slightly deflected by a clever force, grazing past Jing Yu's shoulder.

"Huh?" Yuan Jiqing's heart skipped a beat. He changed his move very quickly, and his left fist followed like a shadow. A vicious and tricky "Heart-Piercing Elbow" struck Jing Yu's ribs from below.

Without moving his feet, Jing Yu bent his waist backward like a wave, and at the same time, his right palm, like a snake spitting its tongue, with five fingers together, accurately struck a very inconspicuous point on the side of Yuan Jiqing's elbow joint.

This seemingly insignificant action caused the blood and qi circulation in Yuan Jiqing's entire left arm to suddenly stagnate, and the force of the elbow strike instantly dissipated by more than half.

"That strange move again?!" Yuan Jiqing was both surprised and furious. He changed his attack again, kicking out with both legs in succession, creating a series of leg shadows that blocked all of Jing Yu's escape routes.

Jing Yu remained composed, her figure shifting within a small space. Sometimes she moved like a nimble ape hanging from a branch, narrowly avoiding a sweeping attack; sometimes she moved like a tortoise carrying its shell, using her shoulders and back to absorb the aftershocks and neutralize the force; and sometimes she moved like a fish wagging its tail, slipping out from an unbelievable gap.

His postures were unpredictable, unlike any known school of body-refining techniques. Each move was extremely strange, yet exquisitely subtle, always able to neutralize Yuan Jiqing's fiercest attacks with minimal cost.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed. Yuan Jiqing roared repeatedly, pushing the bloodline of his silver-maned demon ape to its limit, but he still hadn't made any progress. Jing Yu on the other side hadn't suffered the slightest damage, while he himself had taken several heavy blows.

The hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Whether they were the human cultivators who had previously looked down on Jing Yu for his cowardice, or the demon prodigies who had stood by and watched indifferently, they all stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"What... what kind of body-refining secret technique is this?" someone murmured to themselves.

"Yuan Jiqing's body refinement cultivation has already received the true teachings of the Ancestral Demon, his strength is fierce and unparalleled, and his speed is also not slow, so how... how could he fall into a disadvantageous position? Could it be that his moves are too exquisite?"

"Impossible. As the saying goes, brute force can overcome any technique. No matter how exquisite the move is, it is useless under the absolute difference in strength. Yuan Jiqing's body cultivation has long reached the late stage of the Cave Heaven realm. He has also practiced the top-level body cultivation technique of the Ancestral Demon Palace. With just this physique, he is probably invincible below the Great Ascension stage."

"How can this Xuanjing Daoist be so relaxed and at ease? At least his body refinement level is no less than Yuan Jiqing's... But isn't he just an early-stage Cave Heaven cultivator? How can his body refinement cultivation be so high!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yue Xingzhou, their gazes full of inquiry.

Even Yue Liusu looked puzzled and asked via telepathy:

"Young brother, is this Xuanjing Daoist really not one of your fellow disciples?"

This true disciple of the Tianwu Sect was also somewhat puzzled: "I have never seen this person in the Tianwu Hall... Could he be a disciple personally accepted by Lord Tianwu during his travels?"

After all, it was common knowledge throughout the Immortal Realm that the Celestial Martial Immortal Lord liked to capture mortals or cultivators for experiments and experiment on his various body-refining techniques.

Yue Xingzhou thought to himself, "If this person is truly a disciple taken in by Lord Tianwu, then according to seniority, shouldn't I call him Grandmaster Uncle?"

"Completely at ease... This is simply effortless! It's as if he's... toying with Yuan Jiqing?"

Luo Zixuan covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes sparkling with surprise. Although she knew that Jing Yu had many trump cards, she did not expect that this so-called "rogue cultivator" could show such an overwhelming attitude when facing the true disciple of the demon lord who had cultivated for many years.

Evergreen's complexion changed erratically, alternating between pale and bluish.

He had just been using the greater good of humanity to coerce Jing Yu, but now, seeing the strength she displayed, he felt a mix of emotions—shock, as well as a hint of indescribable jealousy and frustration.

The more Yuan Jiqing fought, the more frightened and frustrated he became.

It felt as if it were caught in an invisible net, with every effort it exerted being anticipated and skillfully guided and neutralized by the other party.

His pride and joy in strength and speed seemed so clumsy and powerless in the face of the opponent's unpredictable "skills".

"Roar!!!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, Yuan Jiqing flew into a rage and leaped back ten feet, his blood and qi burning fiercely like flames, unleashing an aura several times more ferocious than before!

"You brat! You forced me to this!" Yuan Jiqing's eyes were bloodshot: "You think you can win just by relying on those weird tricks you stole from who-knows-where? Let me show you what the true power of the demon race is..."

boom!

Its already enormous body seemed to swell even more, its silver fur standing on end, and its extremely powerful blood and terrifying sense of oppression caused even some of the weaker prodigies on the sidelines to gasp for breath.

"Yuan Jiqing is going all out! This is a secret technique from the Ancestral Demon Palace that can unleash potential and temporarily and dramatically boost combat power!"

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjing is probably in danger!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Yuan struck the chime.

Its speed was more than twice as fast as before, leaving only a silver afterimage in its original position. Its true form had already pounced on Jing Yu with the force of earth-shattering destruction, clenching its fists and smashing down fiercely—[Meteor Fall]!

This strike had already faintly touched upon the power of the grotto-heaven.

Despite this deadly blow, Jing Yu's eyes remained calm.

Instead of continuing to use skill to overcome force, he stood still, facing Yuan Jiqing who was rushing towards him again, and slowly adopted a strange posture.

He stood with his feet slightly apart, as steady as a root, but his spine arched slightly like a great dragon. His arms hung naturally, his fingers spread wide, and his fingertips seemed to gather an invisible sharpness.

His gaze was slightly lowered, not looking at Yuan Jiqing, but rather with an indifference that seemed to disregard all living beings and look down upon all spirits.

There was no earth-shattering burst of power, no extraordinary phenomenon of boiling blood, but the moment Jing Yu assumed this posture, an indescribable pressure originating from the depths of life quietly spread out.

Yuan Jiqing, who was at the forefront of the attack, suddenly stopped in his tracks as he charged forward.

Its burning blood and its body, swollen like a demon god, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, or as if some invisible hand had choked its throat.

It was not a barrier of power, but a tremor and awe that came from the depths of one's blood.

“Roar…Woo…”

Yuan Jiqing let out a low, unintelligible growl, and the frenzied fighting spirit in his originally bloodshot eyes was replaced by an uncontrollable horror.

It felt its blood flow slowing down, its heartbeat becoming heavy, and the pride and ferocity that came from its silver-maned demon ape ancestors were being suppressed by an even more ancient, majestic, and life-giving aura!

“This…this is…” Yuan Jiqing’s teeth began to chatter uncontrollably. It stared intently at Jing Yu’s seemingly simple posture, as if ancient memory fragments were being forcibly awakened in its mind—a scene of a black ape fighting a dragon.

“A true dragon… no! More… more… than a true dragon…” It couldn’t describe it accurately, but its posture and spirit seemed to surpass all the specific dragon forms it knew, pointing directly to a legendary source!

"The True Dragon Ancestor! This is the awe-inspiring power of the True Dragon Ancestor's bloodline!"