Chapter 2215: The Arid Land Curse

Boom!

Amidst the discussions, a thunderous explosion echoed as the three heavenly books descended together, shaking the universe. Hanjiang’s rolling sea of thunder was shattered, each bolt of lightning turning to ash.

Puff!

Hanjiang coughed up blood, suffering a backlash, his body staggering under the pressure of the three heavenly books.

“Open!”

Hanjiang roared, unleashing his outer path dharma image—a colossal giant clad in ancient armor, with three heads and six arms. Each hand gripped a war spear; a single thrust could obliterate a Quasi-Emperor, surpassing even the domineering dharma image of the Sacred Body.

“Damn, it’s huge!”

The spectators all looked up in awe. They had seen outer path dharma images before, but none as massive as Hanjiang’s. It was truly enormous, towering so high that standing at its feet, one couldn’t even see its head.

Boom!

To the astonishment of the crowd, Hanjiang forcibly resisted the suppression of the Wordless Heavenly Book and thrust a spear at Ji Ningshuang. Before the spear even landed, the void began to collapse.

Ji Ningshuang met it head-on, using Dream Instant Step to effortlessly evade.

She was equally dominant, manifesting a Dao Sword that extended infinitely. From afar, what she held seemed not to be a sword, but a beam of extreme light—ten thousand zhang long. A single swing could cleave a star in two.

In the void, she wielded her sword, slicing through heaven and earth.

Puff!

One arm of Hanjiang’s outer path demon image was severed on the spot, crashing to the ground and demolishing a mountain peak.

What followed was a scene of bloody shock.

Though Hanjiang’s outer path demon image was vast, Ji Ningshuang’s Dao Sword was no less formidable. Each swing chopped off one of its arms. After six strikes, all six arms were cleanly removed, and its three heads met the same fate, one after another.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blood sprayed like a torrential downpour, drenching everything below.

Gulp!

The onlookers swallowed hard, their eyes bulging in disbelief. Such a massive outer path dharma image had been dismantled piece by piece by Ji Ningshuang, her movements seamless and flawless.

“Our Jiu Niang is really fierce!”

Tang San Shao watched, his entire body covered in chills.

“Who gave you the right to say ‘our’? Are you asking for a beating?”

Ye Ling scolded.

“Stop scaring me.”

“Get lost.”

“Fine.”

“Go, Jiu Niang!”

After shooing away the little chubby one, Ye Ling became lively, pumping her fists and cheering for Ji Ningshuang.

This mention of Jiu Niang made everyone turn their heads, glancing at Ji Ningshuang and then at Chu Xuan and the others. “I say, in their family, how is Jiu Niang ranked?”

“Probably by height.”

“Don’t mess around; it must be by measurements.”

“That makes sense.” More people looked over, paying special attention to the women’s figures. Some shameless ones, like Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu, even measured from across the void. Upon checking, hey, it really seemed to be ranked by measurements.

The women frowned slightly, sparks of anger flickering in their beautiful eyes.

Given how unprincipled the people of the myriad heavens were, they didn’t hold back either. A layer of immortal light collectively enveloped their bodies, a veil that blocked any prying eyes.

Wow!

Xiao Yuan Huang let out a miserable cry as his fiery golden eyes were dazzled into darkness.

Kui Niu nearby, along with Xie Yun, Xiong Er, and many other improper old-timers, were rubbing their eyes. Some had even plummeted from the void.

Puff!

While they bantered, Ji Ningshuang struck again with her sword.

Hanjiang’s outer path demon image collapsed with a boom, then exploded into a mist of blood.

In the end, size meant nothing; what mattered was the sharpness of the blade. No need for a butcher's knife to kill a pig— to destroy an outer path demon image, a Dao Sword was required, especially one ten thousand zhang long.

Puff!

Hanjiang spat blood again, staggering backward. Each step he took shattered the void, and with every retreat, his expression grew more ferocious, like that of a demon.

The faces of the Hanjiang clan had turned extremely grim.

From the start of the battle, it seemed their emperor's son had been the one getting beaten. Meanwhile, Ji Ningshuang remained unscathed. How could they accept this?

While they looked sullen, the people of the myriad heavens were delighted.

Did you really think that with the death of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, the myriad heavens had no one left to hold the line?

Women could match men in valor. Ye Chen's wife would continue his undefeated legend. The myriad domains of the heavens were not without capable fighters.

In the void, Ji Ningshuang advanced through the sky, her Dao Sword now shrunk to normal size. Use a long sword for giants, a short one for smaller foes.

Across from her, Hanjiang steadied himself, his body drenched in blood, his twisted face contorted to the extreme.

“You can’t defeat me.” His sinister laugh sent chills through everyone.

As he spoke, he formed a seal with one hand.

The moment his seal was complete, Ji Ningshuang, who was striding through the sky, stumbled, nearly falling from the void. She coughed up fresh blood, her face pale and bloodless, and even her Dao Sword slipped from her grasp unintentionally.

At this sight, the hearts of the myriad heavens tightened.

They could see a strange divine pattern had appeared on her forehead, infused with a mysterious and terrifying power that was rapidly depleting her vital energy. Even her primordial spirit was affected.

“Damn it, it’s a curse.”

Tian Jiu snorted coldly, seeing through it immediately.

“A curse specifically targeting the Yaochi Immortal Body.”

Yue Huang frowned.

“The Hanjiang clan excels at curses; they’re impossible to guard against.”

Xie Mo said indifferently. As someone from the Honghuang era, she knew the Hanjiang clan well and understood the curse’s dreadfulness.

“This is bad!”

Sheng Zun said gravely.

“The life force of the Yaochi Immortal Body is rapidly dissipating.”

Wei Mian Zhi Zi narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing Ji Ningshuang’s dire state—it wasn’t just bad; it was very bad.

Not just them; all the cultivators of the myriad heavens tensed up.

Clearly, Hanjiang had come prepared. As the second-ranked emperor's son of the Honghuang, he had his trump cards, and his background was unfathomable. This curse, targeted at the Yaochi Immortal Body, was in a sense even more terrifying than imperial dao immortal arts.

The women’s faces turned deathly pale in an instant.

In terms of combat strength, Hanjiang was far inferior to Ji Ningshuang, but in insidious tactics, she was no match for him. The unpredictable curse was impossible to defend against; anyone would fall victim to it.

The Hanjiang clan members, however, smirked slyly.

As clan members, how could they not know the dominance of the Hanjiang curse? And with their emperor's son as the caster, it was even more overpowering. Once the curse was unleashed, everything was settled.

“This gift from the emperor’s son—do you like it?”

Hanjiang laughed as he looked at Ji Ningshuang, baring his two rows of gleaming white teeth, each one shimmering with an eerie light, his face vicious and terrifying.

“A gift from the emperor’s son is, of course, appreciated.”

Ji Ningshuang replied calmly, managing to steady her staggering form. Her face remained bloodless, the fresh blood at her mouth impossible to stop, and the strange divine pattern on her forehead glowed even more intensely.

As she finished speaking, a hidden mysterious power within her body awakened instantly.

That power was truly fearsome, actually dispelling the curse and erasing the strange divine pattern.

This action stunned not only the cultivators of the myriad heavens but also the Honghuang clans, including Hanjiang himself. To break the curse so easily proved the Yaochi Immortal Body was no ordinary force.

However, keen observers could still discern the truth. Breaking the curse seemed effortless, but Ji Ningshuang had paid a heavy price. Her aura had plummeted dramatically, her breath chaotic, and her combat strength was now less than half of what it was before.

“In your weakened state, how can you fight me?”

Hanjiang sneered, advancing step by step.

“Extinguishing you is enough.”

Ji Ningshuang said indifferently, activating the Ninth Phoenix Dao. Her scattered combat power gathered again, rapidly surging upward.

Yet, before she could attack, the space before her twisted.

Then, a blurry figure gradually took shape in front of her—a man in white robes with red hair and a black cloak. His back was resolute, like an unyielding stele standing at the end of time, ancient and enduring, impervious to any worldly force.

He was Ye Chen.

PS: Wish all the students taking the college entrance exam success and top honors.