This was a pure contest of strength!
There were no fancy techniques involved, and Lan Ling did not even use his spiritual attack.
Lan Ling possessed four thousand seven hundred jin of strength. Wielding his sword with both hands and unleashing his bloodline burst, his total power exceeded eighteen thousand jin.
Qiu Ju possessed four thousand two hundred jin of strength. Wielding his sword with both hands and using his bloodline burst, his total power exceeded fifteen thousand jin.
Both griffins were flying at speeds exceeding one hundred metres per second.
The heavy swords in their hands, each weighing six or seven hundred jin, slammed viciously into one another.
“Clang!”
It sounded like Mars colliding with the Earth. The deafening impact echoed so loudly that everyone on the ground heard it clearly.
The hearts of the Flame Demon Tribe warriors leapt into their throats.
The twenty to thirty thousand people present all widened their eyes.
Qiu Ju, commander of the Chimera Tribe’s griffin riders, spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted backwards!
The instant the two heavy swords collided, the tremendous force bent the massive sword in Qiu Ju’s hands.
Then an overwhelming force travelled through the blade into his arms, like a gigantic iron hammer smashing brutally into his chest.
“Crack…”
The bones in Qiu Ju’s arms shattered one after another.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain erupted in his chest as his ribs broke.
“Pfft!”
Blood gushed wildly from his mouth as he was hurled through the air, falling from the sky.
Although Lan Ling’s strength only exceeded his by two or three thousand jin after activating his bloodline burst, they had both been flying at terrifying speeds of one hundred metres per second. Any blow delivered under such conditions was magnified several times over.
The impact he endured was equivalent to a strike of ten to twenty thousand jin.
Naturally, he could not withstand it. His bones broke, his internal organs shifted, and he vomited blood.
“Ah…”
The Chimera Tribe soldiers cried out in shock when they saw Qiu Ju coughing blood as he was thrown away.
Lan Ling immediately urged his griffin into a faster dive, chasing after the falling Qiu Ju.
Seeing this, Qiu Ju’s face turned pale.
“What are you doing?”
Lan Ling matched his griffin’s speed to Qiu Ju’s fall, keeping the two of them relatively motionless in mid air.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Lan Ling sneered.
Then he gripped his sword with both hands, unleashed his bloodline burst once more, and slashed down viciously.
Qiu Ju desperately raised his sword to block.
But they were in the air.
He was falling rapidly and had no way to borrow any force. Combined with his internal injuries, his strength was now far inferior to Lan Ling’s.
“Clang!”
The two heavy swords collided violently once again.
Qiu Ju spat out another mouthful of blood, and his heavy sword flew out of his hands.
Lan Ling swung his sword again, hacking furiously at Qiu Ju’s body.
“Slash, slash, slash, slash!”
“Ah… Ah… Ah…”
Qiu Ju let out agonising screams one after another.
Then all four of his limbs were severed, scattering through the air as blood poured out.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Kill me! Kill me!” Qiu Ju screamed in agony.
“Fine. I’ll grant your wish,” Lan Ling said coldly.
He raised his greatsword and brought it crashing down towards Qiu Ju’s head.
“Whoosh…”
Qiu Ju’s still rather handsome head was cleanly severed. Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
His body split into six separate pieces before falling from the sky.
Several seconds later…
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Qiu Ju’s remains crashed heavily onto the ground, smashed into a bloody pulp.
The entire Chimera Tribe army was filled with terror, their limbs turning cold.
…
The female shaman Yin Ji also felt a chill run down her spine.
She had never met anyone like Lan Ling.
He possessed almost heaven defying archery.
However, she knew a little more than most. There truly existed people in this world with a natural gift for divine archery. They barely relied on spiritual power or careful aiming, instead shooting entirely by instinct.
Watching Lan Ling kill Qiu Ju, she found that although his martial skill itself was not overwhelmingly impressive, the aura surrounding him was astonishing.
It was the aura of madness.
There was also the scent that surrounded him.
It was enough to intoxicate any woman.
Especially women with powerful spiritual perception.
That evil, dark, destructive aura completely unsettled the heart.
After killing Qiu Ju, Lan Ling rode his golden griffin back into the sky and stopped before the female shaman Yin Ji.
Her entire body was wrapped tightly in robes, with only her deep, captivating eyes exposed.
Her figure could only be described as devilishly perfect.
Among all the women Lan Ling had seen in the Barbarian World, only Second Madam Si Si could compare with her.
Especially while seated upon the griffin, the curves of her waist and hips were almost explosively alluring.
Lan Ling looked at Yin Ji.
“So, how do you want to compete with me?”
Yin Ji replied coldly, “Another head on charge to the death. How about it?”
“Fine,” Lan Ling agreed.
“But,” Yin Ji continued, “this time we won’t compete with strength or swords.”
“We’ll compete with spiritual power.”
Lan Ling was momentarily stunned.
Someone wanted to compete with him in spiritual power?
That was like showing off swordsmanship in front of a sword master.
Yin Ji had absolute confidence in her spiritual cultivation.
She had trained for more than ten years.
She simply refused to believe that in this Southern Barbarian World, where martial strength was supreme, there could be another young person whose spiritual power surpassed hers.
As for Lan Ling’s heaven defying archery, she believed it actually proved that he might not possess especially strong spiritual power.
Because no amount of spiritual power alone could produce such miraculous archery.
Only someone blessed with a natural divine archery talent could accomplish such feats.
“Spiritual power?” Lan Ling asked.
“What? Afraid?” Yin Ji replied. “Or are you like everyone else in the Southern Barbarians, obsessed only with brute strength while looking down on the far more profound art of spiritual power?”
Lan Ling asked, “What do you think of my martial ability?”
“It’s decent. Nothing special.”
“What about my archery?”
“Heaven defying.”
Lan Ling smiled.
“Compared with my spiritual arts, both my archery and martial arts are hardly worth mentioning.”
He spoke with complete seriousness, yet his eyes were filled with mischief and madness.
Yin Ji snorted.
“I think compared with your talent for boasting, everything else is hardly worth mentioning.”
“The spiritual duel begins,” Lan Ling declared.
…
The two golden griffins once again separated by five thousand metres.
At the signal, they flew directly towards one another in a perfectly straight line, accelerating wildly.
Lan Ling was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Even the golden griffin beneath him seemed fired up. Although it had already completed one deadly charge, it flew just as quickly this time.
Faster and faster.
Soon they reached the terrifying speed of one hundred metres per second.
The two golden griffins rapidly closed the distance.
Five hundred metres.
Three hundred metres.
One hundred metres.
Lan Ling began gathering every ounce of his spiritual power.
Yin Ji did the same.
Both of their eyes shone brilliantly, like precious gems, like blazing flames.
Neither of them paid attention to anything else.
Their eyes remained locked on each other.
Lan Ling noticed just how captivating her eyes were, deep and enchanting.
Yin Ji, meanwhile, found Lan Ling’s eyes even more mesmerising.
They resembled the stars of the universe, yet also the abyss of hell itself, drawing others into endless darkness.
“Whoosh…”
The two griffins crossed paths in an instant.
Lan Ling unleashed an overwhelming burst of spiritual power.
Yin Ji released hers at exactly the same moment.
“Shhh…”
An immensely powerful force pierced directly through Lan Ling’s eyes into his mind.
Instantly, an agonising pain exploded through his head.
His vision turned white.
Endless suffering engulfed him.
It felt as though his brain would explode at any moment.
After that single instant, he completely lost all awareness of the outside world.
Lan Ling had underestimated his opponent.
He had expected to defeat her instantly.
Instead, this young woman was astonishingly formidable.
Of course, her spiritual talent itself was still inferior to Lan Ling’s.
After all, Lan Ling’s spiritual talent was now almost perfect.
But she had spent more than ten years cultivating spiritual power.
Lan Ling relied almost entirely on talent and had trained for only a very short time.
Had it been anyone else, their spiritual sea would have been completely destroyed, reducing them to nothing more than a mindless shell.
But Lan Ling possessed the Golden Demon Body.
It could recover from any injury, including spiritual damage.
Only moments later, his spiritual sea recovered.
His vision returned.
His senses returned.
Instinctively, he looked towards Yin Ji.
…
When the two griffins had crossed paths, both had unleashed their spiritual attacks simultaneously.
Yin Ji had absolute confidence in her spiritual cultivation.
However…
Lan Ling’s spiritual power pierced through her eyes like a sharp sword, entered her spiritual sea, and exploded violently.
The layers upon layers of spiritual defences she had carefully established were torn apart with ease.
Her vision went completely black.
Her mind became blank.
Instantly, she lost all control over her body and consciousness.
She could not even feel pain.
Just before losing consciousness completely, a chill filled her heart.
“It’s over.”
“I’ve lost.”
…
The twenty to thirty thousand people watching from below had no idea what had happened.
This mysterious duel of spiritual power was beyond their understanding.
Who had won?
Lan Ling saw that Yin Ji was still sitting upon her golden griffin, completely motionless and silent.
He immediately flew over and pulled her onto his own griffin.
She offered no resistance whatsoever.
However, just as Lan Ling pulled her in front of him, she painfully opened her eyes.
She tried to struggle, but her mind had not yet fully recovered, leaving her unable to control her body.
Lan Ling was genuinely surprised.
This young woman was remarkable.
His own recovery was entirely thanks to the Golden Demon Body.
She, on the other hand, had recovered this quickly purely through the strength of her spiritual cultivation, rather than becoming a mindless shell.
In other words, her pure spiritual cultivation actually exceeded his.
It was only because Lan Ling possessed overwhelmingly superior spiritual talent and the Golden Demon Body that he had won this duel.
“A bet is a bet. You lose, you die,” Lan Ling said coldly.
He raised his greatsword towards Yin Ji’s neck without the slightest intention of showing mercy.
However…
The first thing his sword cut was the veil covering her face.
Her face was revealed.
She possessed an exquisitely delicate oval face of breathtaking beauty.
In terms of pure appearance, she far surpassed Ni Ni An and Gou Li.
She was fully comparable to Second Madam Si Si, perhaps even more delicately beautiful, though Si Si possessed a uniquely seductive charm.
Lan Ling paused, momentarily stunned.
Of course, it was not her beauty that made him stop.
Even the most beautiful woman would be cut down without hesitation if she stood in his way.
The reason he stopped was because she was not a Demon.
Nor was she a Barbarian.
She was a human.
A genuine human.
Seeing humans in Rakshasa City was nothing unusual, since human smuggling caravans often travelled there.
But finding one here was incredibly strange.
Lan Ling could almost guarantee that Yin Ji was the only human within a thousand miles, besides himself.
Even then, he could hardly be considered human anymore.
“A human?” Lan Ling asked.
Yin Ji proudly lifted her delicate chin.
“So what?”
Then Lan Ling felt an odd sense of familiarity.
She somehow seemed slightly familiar.
Yet he could not remember where from.
His mind functioned like a supercomputer.
Even so, he could not recall ever meeting her.
Not even the slightest fragment of memory existed.
“You lost,” Lan Ling said with a wicked smile.
“So you’ll have to pay a price.”
Yin Ji trembled.
“What… What are you going to do?”
Lan Ling leaned forward and kissed her deeply on the lips.
Yin Ji’s delicate body trembled violently.
She almost cried out, but her lips were completely sealed and no sound escaped.
It was a fierce, breath stealing kiss.
After releasing her, Lan Ling bit hard into her fair neck, drawing blood.
Finally, he gave her chest and buttocks a quick squeeze before grinning.
“Nice elasticity.”
More than nice.
The softness and firmness were astonishing.
The sensation lingered in his hand.
“Wonderful!”
The Flame Demon Tribe warriors watching below erupted into wild cheers.
Their Chief was just that incredible.
Just that shameless.
He openly teased and embarrassed her before everyone.
Faced with Lan Ling’s teasing and forceful kiss, Yin Ji could only tremble uncontrollably.
She could neither speak nor resist.
Then…
Having finished, Lan Ling casually threw her from the sky.
She fell helplessly through the air.
Only then did Yin Ji fully regain consciousness.
“Lan Ling!” she screamed. “I’ll tear you into pieces! I’ll tear you into pieces!”
Just as she was about to smash into the ground…
Her golden griffin dived at incredible speed and caught her in mid air, saving her from being reduced to a bloody pulp.
Hovering above, Lan Ling shouted loudly.
“Yin Ji, you’re human. There’s no place for you in the Ankara Tribe.”
“My Flame Demon Tribe welcomes everyone.”
“Our gates will always be open to you.”
“Join the Flame Demon Tribe.”
Lan Ling genuinely admired her talent.
He wanted to recruit such a gifted spiritual cultivator into the Flame Demon Tribe.
Her mastery of spiritual power alone even surpassed his.
Without question, she would greatly strengthen the tribe.
Caught safely by her golden griffin, Yin Ji’s body was still trembling.
It still felt as though electricity coursed through her.
Hearing Lan Ling’s invitation, she could endure no more.
“Go to hell!” she shouted.
Then, beneath countless strange gazes, she rode her griffin back to the Ankara Tribe army.
…
At this point, every griffin rider sent by the two tribes to kill Lan Ling had been wiped out.
Lan Ling arrogantly flew above Constantine’s army.
He drew his bow.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
One life after another was taken.
A single man openly flew above an army of twenty to thirty thousand soldiers, killing at will.
Then Lan Ling did something that stunned everyone.
Something that Constantine and both tribes regarded as the greatest humiliation imaginable.
He stood up on the griffin’s back, relieved himself, and urinated directly over Constantine’s head.
“Splatter…”
A shower fell from the sky, dripping onto Constantine’s head.
Countless people stared in stunned disbelief.
Including Duo Ning, daughter of the Wild Horse Tribe Chief.
Including the female shaman Yin Ji.
They both stared blankly at Lan Ling.
This shameless rogue…
He had actually done something like this in front of everyone.
Utterly disgraceful.
Yet, for some unknown reason, both women felt an uncontrollable shiver deep within.
As for Constantine’s wife, Gou Li, her heart truly pounded violently.
Laughing loudly from the sky, Lan Ling shouted,
“Chief Constantine, why does your head look so green? Let me give it some fertiliser. Maybe flowers will grow from it! Hahaha…”
Boundless humiliation.
Boundless fury.
Constantine could endure no longer.
He cast aside every trace of reason and caution as he roared hysterically,
“The entire army, attack!”
“Tear that bastard Lan Ling to pieces!”
“Exterminate the Flame Demon Tribe to the very last person!”
At last…
He had completely fallen into Lan Ling’s trap.