Chapter 1214 - 316: The Demon Lotus’s Frenzied Dance Shakes Heaven and Earth, Blood Rain Cries Across the Martial Arts World

Leng Ruoshuang’s figure was graceful, as light as a feather floating in front of everyone.

She swung her long sword, the tip pointing directly at Zhong Renwang, emitting a fierce Sword Qi. Seeing this, Zhong Renwang frowned and snorted disdainfully: "Leng Ruoshuang, you’re just a woman, how dare you challenge me? Really don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Leng Ruoshuang remained unruffled, her tone icy: "Zhong Renwang, your crimes are endless. Today is your end!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her body moved like lightning, the long sword like a Spiritual Snake emerging from its hole, directly stabbing at Zhong Renwang’s vital points. Zhong Renwang dared not underestimate her and hurriedly wielded the "Celestial Heart Lotus Ring" to resist. In an instant, sword light and lotus shadow intertwined fiercely in a deadly battle, with no clear victor in sight.

Surrounding Martial Arts supporters saw this and quickly retreated, fearing to be caught in this fierce conflict.

Silently in their hearts, they prayed, hoping Leng Ruoshuang could defeat Zhong Renwang and rid the Martial Arts world of this plague.

Leng Ruoshuang’s swordsmanship flowed like moving clouds and flowing water, every strike imbued with deep Inner Strength, the air seemingly being cut by her sword point.

Zhong Renwang’s "Celestial Heart Lotus Ring" was like an impenetrable shield, layer by layer securing himself with flawless defense. The two leaped and dodged around the arena, Sword Qi and ring shadow weaving into an enthralling battle tableau.

However, Zhong Renwang, being seasoned, saw through Leng Ruoshuang’s eagerness to achieve victory. Suddenly, he let out a roar, and a powerful Inner Strength burst from the ring shadow, pushing Leng Ruoshuang’s sword momentum away.

Leng Ruoshuang’s form wavered, almost losing balance, but she quickly steadied herself, reversing her sword for a backhand strike, a cold light drawn towards Zhong Renwang’s throat. He sneered and sidestepped, while the "Celestial Heart Lotus Ring" transformed into a gold light, striking directly at Leng Ruoshuang’s chest.

Leng Ruoshuang hastily drew her sword to block, but Zhong Renwang’s force was too formidable; she felt a massive force wave hit her, sending her flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

Struggling with aching chest pain, Leng Ruoshuang pushed herself to stand up again, aware that this battle could not be lost.

She took a deep breath, channeled her Inner Strength to the peak, and swung her long sword again; this time, the sword light was sharper, as if tearing through the very air. Seeing this, Zhong Renwang dared not take her lightly, gripping the "Celestial Heart Lotus Ring" tightly in both hands, unleashing even more dazzling light from within the ring shadow.

Their moves grew swifter, and the clashing of sword and ring rang endlessly, each encounter making the surrounding Martial Arts spectators’ hearts race.

After more than thirty intense bouts, Leng Ruoshuang’s sword tip finally pierced Zhong Renwang’s shoulder, while his "Celestial Heart Lotus Ring" struck heavily on Leng Ruoshuang’s abdomen. Both experts suffered severe injuries, blood seeping from their mouths, staining their collars red.

Despite her injuries, Leng Ruoshuang forced herself not to collapse. She knew this was a life-and-death moment; she must endure.

She swung her sword once more, cold lights carving out paths towards Zhong Renwang’s vital points. Zhong Renwang, though injured, was vastly experienced in Jianghu battles, dodging while counterattacking as they plunged into another life and death struggle.

The confrontation between Leng Ruoshuang and Zhong Renwang grew fiercer, sword glows and fist winds entwined, the air tearing apart.

Leng Ruoshuang’s stance was light, like plum blossoms swaying in a cold wind, each sword swing carrying a bitter chill, as if freezing the air wherever her sword tip passed.

Yet, despite her exquisite swordsmanship, her lack of Power meant every move felt inadequate.

Zhong Renwang was like a tiger descending the mountain, his fist winds fierce and unparalleled, each punch carrying a mountain-crumbling force. His stance was stable, footwork agile, evading Leng Ruoshuang’s sword strikes while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

A faint sneer lingered on his face, as if he did not take this battle seriously.

The two exchanged blows, sword and fist winds intertwining, producing a cacophony of clashes.

Although Leng Ruoshuang’s swordsmanship was harsh, under Zhong Renwang’s fierce assault, it gradually became strained. Her face was pale, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, but she persevered, not allowing herself to fall.

Suddenly, Zhong Renwang roared, his fist forcefully intensified, attacking Leng Ruoshuang with the ferocity of a storm.

Leng Ruoshuang hurriedly parried with her sword, but ultimately she couldn’t match Zhong Renwang’s overwhelming strength, retreating repeatedly from his strikes.

Her body faltered, almost toppling over, but she quickly resumed her stance, lunging once more at Zhong Renwang with her sword.

Zhong Renwang sneered contemptuously, sidestepping deftly, evading Leng Ruoshuang’s sword momentum with skill.

Then, he swiftly unleashed a punch, precisely hitting Leng Ruoshuang’s chest. She felt a tremendous impact, as if struck by a heavy blow, flew several meters, and landed heavily on the ground.

She struggled to stand, but the intense chest pain left her almost unable to breathe.

She watched as the approaching Zhong Renwang drew closer, a flicker of despair crossing her eyes.

Witnessing this, the centenarian monk of Shaolin Temple, supreme in Martial Arts, Master Yuan Chi, clasped his hands together, solemnly uttering "Amitabha Buddha", then stood forth like an iron tower.

He displayed one of Shaolin Temple’s seventy-two ultimate techniques, the "Great Vajra Palm". Its mighty Palm Force collided with Zhong Renwang’s palms with a thunderous boom. The clash of two powerful forces stirred up rolling air waves, overturning surrounding tables and banners, the ground splitting with web-like cracks. Master Yuan Chi stood as steady as a rock, while Zhong Renwang staggered back three steps, his face flushed, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.