NOVGO.NET Chapter 845: Vrasha’s Breakthrough
Chapter 845: Vrasha’s Breakthrough
The Ancestor’s expression froze the instant Mireya’s voice whispered from behind him. His entire body locked up in shock; never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated such a thing.
’W-When did she move?! I didn’t even sense her presence! How is this possible?!’ his mind screamed in disbelief, his thoughts spiraling.
He whipped around, eyes wide, staring at Mireya as though she were an impossible phantom.
“H-How did you—” he tried to speak, but Mireya didn’t give him the chance to finish.
With graceful precision, she raised her leg and unleashed a devastating kick straight into his chest.
Bang! The blow landed with such speed and power that the Ancestor of the Dragon Blood Tribe couldn’t even react before he was sent flying, his body tearing through the air like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Boom! He crashed into the ground near Vrasha, the impact shaking the battlefield. The earth split open beneath him, a massive crater forming where his body struck.
Smoke and dust billowed high into the sky. At the center of the crater, the Ancestor lay sprawled, blood trickling from his lips, his face contorted in disbelief.
’W-What just happened?! H-How did I end up here?!’ he thought, his mind a haze as waves of pain coursed through his body while he struggled to rise.
The battlefield fell silent in stunned awe. Both the Dragon Blood Tribe and the Ogre Tribe stared, unable to comprehend the scene before them.
But for the warriors of the Dragon Blood Tribe, that silence twisted into horror. They had just witnessed the unthinkable—their Ancestor, the one they revered as the strongest being in the Beast Continent, sent flying by a single kick from Mireya, the Queen of the Elves.
“ANCESTOR!! Are you alright?!” a soldier screamed, his face pale, his eyes wide with terror.
“Ancestor! Please respond!”
“Are you hurt?!”
Panic spread like wildfire as the Dragon Blood Tribe’s warriors rushed toward the crater, desperation and fear painted across their faces as they scrambled to reach him.
Mireya watched from where the Ancestor lay, her eyes cold and full of contempt as she fixed her gaze on him.
“Hmph! You couldn’t even react to my attack…and yet you act so high and mighty. Pathetic and childish. It makes me sick,” Mireya snorted, disgust curling her lip.
She turned her attention to Vrasha and flashed a wide, unnerving grin.
“Sister Vrasha, he’s yours. Do with him as you please,” Mireya said, her grin widening. “Keep in mind—you have half an hour to kill him before I finish the job myself.”
Vrasha’s grin broadened at that. She watched the Ancestor struggle to rise from the crater, aided by his descendants, his face twisting with fury as hatred flared in his eyes like a living blaze.
“You crafty bitch! How dare you ambush me?! You will pay for this humiliation!” he spat, humiliation burning in his voice as he glared at Mireya.
“An ambush? What are you talking about?” Mireya chuckled, her expression icy. “You’re simply too weak and slow to perceive my movement. That’s the whole truth.”
She stepped closer, voice sharp as a blade. “It proves how pathetic you are. You couldn’t even see my attack, yet you have the nerve to prance about arrogantly. ’Arrogant’ doesn’t even cover it.”
His fury snapped. Mana surged outward in a violent pulse, sending nearby descendants sprawling as the ground trembled beneath his rage. He clenched his fists, red with fury.
“You insolent bitch! You’ve gone too far. I’ll teach you manners your parents failed to!” he roared, drawing a legendary sword from his magic pouch.
Before he could strike, Vrasha blurred into view, standing between him and Mireya with a wide, savage grin and her sword leveled at him.
“You’ll have to get through me before you touch my sister,” Vrasha said, voice cool and confident as steel.
“Is that so?” the Ancestor sneered, amusement twisting his features as he pointed his blade at her. “Very well—if you want to die so badly, I’ll grant your wish.”
With that, the Ancestor gathered a massive surge of Mana around his sword, his aura blazing like fire. His figure blurred as he charged at Vrasha with incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before her, swinging his blade down toward her throat with the intent to kill her in a single, decisive strike.
Vrasha calmly watched the strike close in. Until the last instant, she did not move. Then, just as the sword was about to cut her, she snapped her weapon upward, intercepting the blow in time.
The force behind his strike was immense, driving her backward a step. Vrasha’s eyes flickered in surprise—this was no ordinary opponent.
“I see now where your confidence comes from,” Vrasha said, a grin tugging at her lips. “You’re strong—strong enough to push me back.” Her excitement surged as she braced her stance again.
With a gleam in her eyes, she added, “But you’ll need much more than that to kill me. Strength alone isn’t enough.”
“You run your mouth too much!” the Ancestor bellowed in fury as he unleashed another flurry of attacks, his sword a storm of steel.
“The same can be said for you,” Vrasha retorted with a grin as she parried and deflected his strikes. But she found herself pressed harder than she had expected—each blow carried staggering weight.
This was the strongest foe she had ever faced in battle. Even with her newfound cultivation, keeping up with his movements was difficult.
Yet Vrasha’s senses gave her the edge. Far keener than his, they allowed her to read the path of his strikes, blocking and countering without relying solely on sight.
In mere minutes, the two had exchanged thousands of blows. The battlefield shook with the force of their clash, sparks scattering with every strike as the duel raged on.
Both the Dragon Blood Tribe and the Ogre Tribe fell silent, their battle forgotten as all eyes locked on the titanic clash. The fighters appeared only as blurs, their speed overwhelming the eyes of ordinary warriors.
’He’s fast, no doubt. And skilled with the blade. But this… this is thrilling!’ Vrasha thought with a feral grin, channeling more Qi into her sword before launching her next attack.
Vrasha’s strikes grew heavier with every swing, her power climbing higher with each clash. Each time her blade connected, the Ancestor of the Dragon Blood Tribe was forced back, step by step.
His eyes widened in disbelief, shock flashing across his face. Never, not even in his wildest dreams, had he imagined being driven back in combat.
“You’re quite strong—for a woman, at least,” the Ancestor spat, fury twisting his expression. “But the outcome is already decided. Surrender now if you wish for a painless death.”
“Hmph! You overestimate yourself to spout such nonsense with a straight face,” Vrasha snapped coldly. Anger surged through her, her crimson eyes burning brighter.
Then, suddenly, something shifted within her. Her gaze steadied, her fury melting into a strange tranquility. Her expression grew calm, yet her aura surged wildly, intensifying with every heartbeat.
The pressure multiplied, sweeping across the battlefield like a storm. Warriors from both sides collapsed to their knees, crushed by the sheer weight of it. Only Mireya stood unaffected, though her sharp senses caught something astonishing—the flow of Spiritual Energy converging around Vrasha like a raging vortex.
’Wait… is she planning to break through in the middle of battle?!’ Mireya thought, her eyes widening in disbelief as the aura flared brighter still.
High above, Yuan and his wives also felt the sudden transformation. They could sense Vrasha’s cultivation rising rapidly as her body devoured Spiritual Energy through every pore.
“This is incredible! Vrasha is about to break through mid-battle… she’s stepping into the first level of the Spirit Master Realm!” Yuan muttered, astonishment flashing across his face as his Divine Sense locked onto Vrasha’s figure.
“Isn’t that amazing? Once she reaches the Spirit Master Realm, she’ll crush that arrogant fool with ease,” Fang Xiaoyan said with a sharp smile.
“Indeed. It’s a heaven-sent opportunity,” Yuan agreed with a faint nod, though his expression grew grave. “But it’s also extremely dangerous. One misstep, and her dantian will shatter.”
Yuan’s words sent a chill down everyone’s spine, and his wives swallowed hard. For a cultivator, having their dantian shattered was the most terrifying fate imaginable.
A cultivator would rather choose death than live with a broken dantian. To be stripped of cultivation and forced to live like a mortal was worse than death itself.
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Spiritual Energy surged violently within Vrasha’s dantian, filling it to the brim until she felt an invisible wall blocking her path to the next realm—the Spirit Master Realm.
Clenching her teeth, she steeled her mind and focused all her willpower. With a decisive push, she shattered the barrier, breaking it apart instantly, allowing Spiritual Energy to pour freely into her core.
Her dantian expanded rapidly, doubling in size, as endless power flooded her being. At that moment, her aura erupted like a tidal wave.
Vrasha had successfully broken through. She had stepped into the Spirit Master Realm.