Chapter 573: Final Mystical Technique — Flower God’s Fury

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: Final Mystical Technique — Flower God’s Fury

Grand Elder Hua is the one who will lose?

Hu Yidao and Zhu Song exchanged a glance. They had a fair amount of trust in Cheng Yuan, so even if they didn’t agree with what he said, they didn’t voice their doubts.

Liu Deshui, however, wasn’t so reserved.

"Brother, you’re just a Martial King. How dare you casually comment on a battle between Martial Saints? Didn’t you hear what Prince Duan said? Each of Grand Elder Hua’s petals can instantly kill a Half-Step Martial Saint. With over ten thousand petals, how is the Yang Family’s Second Grandmaster supposed to withstand that!"

As they spoke, tens of thousands of petals, like a suicide squad, swarmed madly toward Yang Jian.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

A series of deep, muffled impacts echoed out.

The crowd below could hardly bear to watch.

’Why isn’t Second Grandmaster Yang dodging?’

’Why isn’t he fighting back?’

However, the petals were so numerous that they obscured everyone’s vision. The crowd couldn’t see what was happening, or whether Yang Jian was alive or dead.

Cheng Yuan, however, had the Double Pupil. He could see right through the storm of petals and witness everything happening within.

A thin, protective barrier had formed around Yang Jian’s body.

This barrier was woven from seven different Celestial Dao Laws!

It was incredibly resilient.

As the petals struck the barrier, they vanished like ice and snow melting in the sun. The floral tempest hadn’t harmed Yang Jian in the slightest.

Confident in his ultimate technique, Hua Xiangnan ceased his attack and gently shook his head. "Yang the Second, you were too arrogant! Concede! I can disperse this sea of flowers."

A faint smile touched the corners of Yang Jian’s lips. "Brother Hua, I wasn’t being arrogant. I said I would let you have three moves. This was the first! Break!!"

With Yang Jian’s deep cry, a long spear formed from True Essence materialized in his hand!

WHOOSH!

The spear instantly tore open the sea of flowers, carving a path through it.

Yang Jian strolled out of the floral vortex, leisurely brushing a few stray petals from his clothes. He looked at Hua Xiangnan with a grin. "Brother Hua, two moves left!"

One had to admit, Yang Jian was an incredible show-off.

But not a single person in the crowd below dared to say a word.

Because he had the strength to back it up.

In that instant, the crowd’s gaze toward Yang Jian filled with reverence.

The Old Prince and Master Geng Di instinctively met each other’s eyes, each seeing the grave expression on the other’s face.

’He’s too strong!’

’Yang Jian is simply too powerful!’

’Even if the two of us joined forces, I’m afraid we’d still be no match for him!’

’Xiaoyuan might be in grave danger today!’

Liu Deshui’s jaw hung open, his face a mask of disbelief as he stared at the scene. He simply couldn’t comprehend how Second Grandmaster Yang was completely unscathed.

Cheng Yuan cracked a grin. "My friend, what was I just saying? Yang the Second won’t lose. The one who’s going to lose is this Grand Elder from Flower Valley."

Liu Deshui retorted stubbornly, "Don’t celebrate too early. That was just the first move! The battle is far from over. Grand Elder Hua will absolutely not lose!"

Hua Xiangnan’s expression turned grim. He couldn’t believe it. Yang Jian was completely unharmed—even his clothes were pristine!

Even their own Flower Valley Master couldn’t face his Courtyard Flowers Falling with such casual ease!

"It seems I’ve underestimated you, Yang the Second! You’ve forced me to see you in a new light! Now, face my next move—Flowers Blooming and Falling!"

A wave of gasps immediately rose from the crowd below.

"Grand Elder Hua is getting serious! ’Flowers Blooming and Falling’ is a Mystical Technique he comprehended from the Flower Goddess Treasure Manual! During the crusade against the Evil Daoist, it was this very technique that heavily wounded him!"

Yang Jian’s expression grew a little more serious.

After all, Martial Saints who could master a Mystical Technique were exceedingly rare, and every one of them had the potential to become an Ultimate Martial Saint.

In the eyes of the spectators, another strange phenomenon manifested on the arena platform.

The platform seemed to transform into a vast garden.

Countless Flower Seeds sprouted, forming buds that rapidly swelled and burst into bloom.

Flower after flower unfurled, each vying for supremacy in a display of breathtaking beauty.

And yet, everyone below felt an immense, suffocating pressure.

Even the Old Prince and Master Geng Di felt a faint tremor of fear in their hearts.

For these blooming flowers contained a world-destroying power.

They could undoubtedly inflict grievous wounds upon them.

And there were hundreds, even thousands of them.

The Old Prince and Master Geng Di had no doubt that if all these flowers came crashing down upon them at once, they would be utterly annihilated, not even dust remaining.

"Go!"

Hua Xiangnan raised a hand and pointed. The flowers, at the peak of their brilliant bloom, instantly shot forward, charging toward Yang Jian like another suicide squad.

Worry etched itself onto the faces of the Yang Family members. ’Can Second Grandmaster Yang withstand such a terrifying attack?’

Liu Deshui’s face was flushed with excitement. "Did you see that? This is Grand Elder Hua’s true ultimate technique! Second Grandmaster Yang is finished this time!"

Cheng Yuan simply shrugged, offering no retort as he watched with rapt attention.

Amidst the crowd’s tense, worried, and excited gazes, Yang Jian finally adopted a shred of seriousness. With a mere thought, a spear forged from True Essence appeared in his palm.

This spear was incomparably ornate.

Its entire shaft was pitch-black, carved with nine lifelike Divine Dragons, symbolizing the supreme status of an emperor.

The design of this spear alone revealed Yang Jian’s ambition.

He wanted to take down the Old Dragon King and ascend to the throne of the Martial Arts Venerable!

"Yang Family Spear, Ninth Form—Disordered Squall!"

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Yang Jian rapidly thrust the spear, creating innumerable afterimages.

The spear shadows were so dense they could have blocked a torrential downpour.

The spear shadows and the blossoms collided violently.

Dazzling bursts of light erupted one after another.

Unleashing staggering sonic booms.

The powerful experts below clapped their hands over their ears, but it was of no use.

Some of the weaker Martial Artists were even injured by the sonic booms.

It was only after several Martial Saints joined forces to create a protective barrier that the sound was greatly dampened.

The sonic booms didn’t cease for a full half-minute. Afterward, the phenomenon on the platform and the brilliant light slowly faded.

Yang Jian smoothed his slightly disheveled hair and made a "please, proceed" gesture toward Hua Xiangnan. "Brother Hua, one last move."

This...

The crowd below was utterly speechless.

Everyone stared at Yang Jian, their eyes wide with shock.

’Grand Elder Hua’s Mystical Technique only managed to slightly mess up Second Grandmaster Yang’s hair?’

’Just how strong is Second Grandmaster Yang?’

Liu Deshui sat frozen in his seat, shaking his head over and over. "Impossible! That’s impossible! Could it be... has Second Grandmaster Yang’s strength already surpassed that of the Evil Daoist?"

Cheng Yuan added salt to the wound with a mischievous grin. "I told you, didn’t I? Second Grandmaster Yang won’t lose. The one who will is Grand Elder Hua."

Liu Deshui: "..."

Hua Xiangnan’s face turned as black as ink. Originally, he had planned to play along with Yang Jian, fight for a few dozen rounds, and then emerge with a narrow victory.

That would have given Yang Jian plenty of face.

But he’d never expected Yang Jian to block his Mystical Technique so easily!

’Am I actually going to lose today?’

’No! I, Hua Xiangnan, will not become a stepping stone for someone else!’

’Not even if he’s related to Flower Valley by marriage!’

Hua Xiangnan suddenly broke into a brilliant smile. "Yang Er Lang, I was originally saving this move for the Old Dragon King! Consider yourself lucky! Take this! The final Mystical Technique of the Flower Goddess Treasure Manual—Flower God’s Fury!"