My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 846: Shattering Confidence

Vrasha’s breakthrough unleashed a shockwave that swept across the entire Crimsonfang Peak, shaking the battlefield and stunning everyone who witnessed the phenomenon.

Eyes widened in disbelief. Aside from Mireya, none could understand what they were seeing. The strange occurrence baffled them, a bizarre and otherworldly spectacle that defied explanation.

The Ancestor’s face tightened, alarm flashing in his eyes as he desperately tried to scan Vrasha’s body with his Magic Sense. But no matter how hard he probed, he found nothing—there wasn’t a trace of Mana within her. The discovery left him utterly speechless.

’How can she wield such power without Mana?! And that monstrous strength… it’s impossible! No one could possess such force without harnessing Mana!’ The Ancestor’s mind reeled in disbelief, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.

He could not comprehend what Vrasha was doing, but one truth was undeniable—she was growing stronger before his very eyes. Rapidly, terrifyingly stronger.

’How is this happening?! How is she increasing her strength without Mana?! This shouldn’t be possible… and yet it’s happening right now!’

His mind churned as he recalled countless battles and ancient spectacles. ’I’ve witnessed strange phenomena before… even seen gods tear cities apart. But never—never have I seen something like this.’

Unease clawed at him. His gaze fixed on Vrasha, but instead of clarity, all he felt was a chill down his spine—the primal instinct that his life was in danger.

Meanwhile, high above, Yuan and his wives watched as Vrasha’s cultivation surged again. Her body absorbed Spiritual Energy relentlessly, every pore drawing in power as her dantian expanded further with each wave.

“At this rate, she’ll reach the third or even the fourth level of the Spirit Master Realm,” Fang Xiaoyan said sharply, her eyes narrowing. “But that fool won’t allow it.”

Yuan nodded, his calm expression paired with a faint smile. “Indeed. His patience is breaking. But Mireya is watching him closely—I doubt we’ll need to intervene.”

“Of course… with Mireya by her side, she’s completely safe. Mireya could keep him under control with just a finger,” Fang Xiaoyan said with a confident smile.

Meanwhile, the Ancestor grew restless. Vrasha’s aura was shifting too quickly, becoming something dangerous. He couldn’t afford to wait for her to attack.

’I should kill her before she becomes stronger… Good thing her focus is elsewhere. This is my chance.’ The Ancestor smirked, gripping his sword firmly as he prepared to strike.

But the moment he moved to lift his leg, an immense pressure crashed down on him. It was as if a mountain had fallen from the heavens, threatening to crush his bones into dust.

“You are not permitted to move. Vrasha still has ten minutes to kill you before I end your life.”

The sweet yet chilling voice echoed across Crimsonfang Peak, and instantly, the Ancestor collapsed to his knees.

Not just him—the majority of the Dragon Blood Tribe’s warriors also fell, forced down by the unbearable weight pressing on their bodies.

The Ogre Tribe remained standing, but even they felt it—the suffocating heaviness that thickened the air and made every breath a struggle.

’What is this pressure?! It’s restricting my movement—and crushing my bones!’ the Ancestor cried inwardly, disbelief twisting his face.

Meanwhile, Vrasha’s cultivation surged again. She broke through smoothly, stepping into the second level of the Spirit Master Realm. Her strength leapt to new heights.

When she opened her eyes, she looked at her hands, astonishment filling her heart. Energy surged through her veins, her body light as air.

’With this power… I could shatter an entire mountain with a single punch! Incredible!’ she thought, her lips curling into a wide grin before her gaze shifted gratefully to Mireya.

’This pressure—it’s Sister Mireya’s doing. She restricted the Ancestor so I could break through safely… She’s amazing.’ Vrasha gave her a small nod, a silent gesture of thanks.

Mireya floated forward, landing softly before Vrasha with an excited smile. Without hesitation, she pulled Vrasha into a tight embrace.

“Congratulations on reaching the second level of the Spirit Master Realm, Sister Vrasha!” Mireya said warmly as she released the hug, her smile still radiant.

“Thanks, Sister Mireya. And… thank you for protecting me while I made my breakthroughs,” Vrasha replied sincerely, gratitude shining in her eyes.

“It’s nothing. Ensuring your safety is my duty. We’re family, after all,” Mireya said with a soft chuckle before turning toward the Ancestor. She withdrew her oppressive aura, her cold eyes glinting as she glanced back at Vrasha.

“He’s all yours now. Kill him quickly.”

“Leave that old bag of bones to me, Sister Mireya. I won’t take too long,” Vrasha replied with a wide grin.

“Good. Once you finish him, we’ll return to my palace,” Mireya nodded, stepping aside to let Vrasha end the fight with the Ancestor of the Dragon Blood Tribe.

The Ancestor, meanwhile, hastily retrieved a potion from his Magic Pouch and downed the entire bottle. A green light flared across his body as his injuries knit together rapidly.

He turned a hateful glare toward Mireya, his eyes burning with fury. “You foolish woman! You’ve caused me a great loss! I will never forgive this insolence!”

“I’ll skin you alive and feed your corpse to the Wyverns!” the Ancestor roared, gripping his sword tightly as he dashed toward Mireya.

But before his blade could reach her, Vrasha appeared between them like a phantom, her sword colliding with his in a flash of sparks. She grinned savagely.

“If you want to fight my sister, you’ll have to go through me first!” she declared, before driving her foot into his gut.

Boom! He was sent crashing into the ground, the earth splitting beneath the impact.

“Arghhh!!! Cough! Cough!!” The Ancestor hacked up blood, his chest bones shattered from the brutal strike. Pain seared through him as blood filled his lungs, leaving him gasping for breath. His eyes widened with shock despite the agony twisting his body.

’How… how did this Ogre become so powerful all of a sudden?! This doesn’t make sense!’ he thought in disbelief, blood trickling from his nose as his vision blurred.

In the blink of an eye, Vrasha appeared before him again, her blade raised high, ready to end his life in a single swing.

“Are you going to daydream now? Did that kick scramble your mind completely?!” Vrasha mocked, her grin stretching wider as she prepared to strike.

“Damn you, bitch!” the Ancestor roared furiously, slamming his foot into the ground with all his strength before Vrasha’s blade could descend.

His body skidded across the ground as he desperately widened the distance between them. Once he reached what he thought was a safe range, he forced himself up and tightened his grip on his sword.

In the next instant, Vrasha clashed with him again. The two exchanged hundreds of blows as they streaked across the battlefield with lightning-fast speed, their figures almost impossible to follow.

The onlookers stood frozen, jaws slack and eyes stretched wide. They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing—Vrasha, a woman they had once mocked as inferior, was now overpowering their revered Ancestor. The sight was unreal, a nightmare to the Dragon Blood Tribe and a miracle to the Ogres.

Clang! Clang! BOOM!

The shriek of colliding steel and the roar of explosions echoed throughout Crimsonfang Peak, the ground trembling as though the mountain itself was about to split apart. The rightful source is NoveI~Fire.net

Gasps filled the air as Vrasha relentlessly pressed her advantage. Blow after blow, she drove the Ancestor back, tossing him around the battlefield like a ragdoll, her strikes brutal and unrelenting.

He struggled desperately, unable to properly block her crushing attacks. Each strike rattled his body, sending him flying whenever her blade connected. He simply couldn’t match the monstrous power behind her swings.

Worse still, his weapon began to betray him. With every clash, cracks spiderwebbed along the surface of his once-proud legendary sword.

When another of Vrasha’s attacks left a deep fissure across the blade, the Ancestor’s eyes went wide. Disbelief gripped him.

His legendary sword—the very weapon that had won him countless battles, that symbolized his pride and dominance—was breaking before his eyes.

It was unthinkable, an unbearable humiliation.

’T-This can’t be real! How the hell is my sword breaking apart every time I clash with her?!’ the Ancestor screamed inwardly, his mind reeling in disbelief.

’This sword is legendary, passed down for generations! It makes no sense! How could that ordinary blade damage mine so badly?!’

But he had no time to dwell on it—the greater threat stood before him, her grin wide and merciless.

“What’s wrong? Did your confidence shatter already?” Vrasha taunted, her mocking voice cutting deep before his descendants. “Was that all your arrogance?! Where did that proud look go?!”

“You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind this sword for over a decade! A loser too afraid to face the world! Accept it!” Vrasha roared, her strikes growing faster and faster, her movements blurring until the Ancestor could no longer follow.

Her blade flashed with terrifying speed, leaving him helpless.

Slash! A sharp cry of steel echoed as her sword cut clean through the Ancestor’s left arm.

Before he could even register the pain, Vrasha appeared behind him, her foot slamming into his back.

“AGHHHH!!!” The Ancestor howled as white-hot agony ripped through him. Blood should have poured from his severed arm, but instead, the wound seared shut instantly from the burning heat of Vrasha’s blade.

He was flung through the air like a broken doll, crashing into a massive tree in the distance.

Boom! The tree toppled instantly under the impact, the ground trembling as dust and splinters filled the air.

“What the hell just happened?!” Malgar shouted, his jaw dropping, disbelief widening his eyes.

Mireya chuckled softly, raising her hand. With a simple wave, a powerful gust swept across the battlefield, clearing away the dust.

And there stood Vrasha, tall and proud, her cold expression striking fear into all who saw her. Her sword was leveled at the Ancestor, the tip already pressing against his chest, piercing his skin.

“This is the end for you, coward…” Vrasha whispered coldly, before driving her blade straight into his heart.