Chapter 0701: Heavenly Dragon’s Apocalypse

Chapter 0701: Heavenly Dragon's Apocalypse

Long Yue did not take the initiative to attack Qin Yun. She stood quietly on the platform, not even leaking a wisp of her aura.

Qin Yun had no idea what Long Yue was planning.

"Is she really Yuemei?" Qin Yun couldn’t strike carelessly without knowing for sure.

Xiao Yuemei was a troublemaker who loved stirring up mischief—it was possible she was deliberately messing with Qin Yun here.

"Xiao Yun, if you can’t defeat her, you’ll lose two Immortal Essences. You’d better not slack off," Ling Yuner said. "The space-time power she’s using is incredibly mysterious."

Qin Yun, standing dozens of meters away from Long Yue, suddenly unleashed the HeavenPiercing Finger—EarthPiercing Shatterstrike Finger. A dark beam erupted from his fingertip, seemingly capable of piercing through anything, and it moved at incredible speed.

Yet, when this powerful finger strike landed on Long Yue, it vanished into the void without a sound.

"The HeavenPiercing Finger is a top-tier Heaven-grade martial skill, yet Long Yue blocked it effortlessly!" Jian Ruyan inhaled sharply. "Qin Yun was up against a real monster!"

Xiao Yuelan nodded. "What kind of power is Long Yue using? She can easily nullify Qin Yun’s attacks!"

The moment she said this, Long Yue flicked her sleeve, releasing a beam of black light—the very same EarthPiercing Shatterstrike Finger Qin Yun had just used!

Qin Yun, prepared, swiftly dodged to the side. The black light seared through his clothes, charring flesh and cloth alike, leaving behind a livid burn.

A scorching red mark smoldered on his chest, wisps of black smoke rising. Had he been any slower, that force could have pierced straight through his heart.

"Can she really devour any kind of power?"

Not buying it, Qin Yun unleashed the Dragon Vanquish Five Palms from a distance. Blasts of palm energy surged at Long Yue, enveloping her completely.

The platform quaked violently as the surging palm forces raged and howled, shaking the entire stage.

Yet the raging power drained into Long Yue like water into sand, vanishing without a trace.

Silence reclaimed the arena.

Qin Yun’s powerful Dragon Vanquish Five Palms had not caused Long Yue the slightest harm.

With a slight flutter of her robe, Long Yue released the absorbed palm forces—now surging back toward Qin Yun in an instant.

Qin Yun, already prepared, let black energy surge from his body as he activated his Tremor Spirit, using the Earthquake Technique to disperse the incoming palm forces.

Helplessness gnawed at him. If his opponent had merely dodged or blocked his attacks, that would have been normal.

But this Long Yue swallowed every strike he threw, only to hurl them back at him.

"Xiao Yun, the power you unleash is stopped midair, trapped in a time-locked void, and then reversed—launched right back at you!" Ling Yuner explained. "She has mastered this space-time power to perfection!"

The crowd watched Long Yue on the platform, buzzing with disbelief.

Long Yue had yet to attack—she just tossed his attacks right back.

But the process was so baffling it defied logic.

"Long Yue hasn’t even made a move. It’s like Qin Yun wasn’t even worth her effort, letting him attack freely!"

"Qin Yun is already incredibly strong, yet he is utterly helpless against Long Yue. That Long Yue is truly terrifying! It seems our Pride Star Province can't defeat Soaring Dragon Province!"

"If Qin Yun can't find a way to break through, he's doomed! The two Immortal Essences he just obtained will have to be handed over—that’s a devastating blow!"

"The Immortal Essences don’t matter. Whether he can survive is what counts!"

The crowd watching the duel all sensed Qin Yun’s dire predicament.

The Muzhou King bellowed, "Long Yue, strike now and finish Qin Yun!"

Long Yue seemed not to hear, frozen in place. No one could even tell whether her gaze was fixed on Qin Yun. The mystery of the face beneath that mask only deepened.

The Muzhou King grew frantic and shouted again, "Long Yue, why the hesitation? End him!"

A demi-immortal from the Long family murmured, "Long Yue, strike now!"

Jian Nanhu frowned. "No one who’s faced Long Yue has ever died—not a single scratch!"

Jian Ruyan asked, "So she won’t kill Qin Yun?"

On the stage, Qin Yun unleashed a barrage of attacks against Long Yue, but none landed. Instead, he was wounded by his own rebounding force.

When his Sky Lion’s Dragon-Claw Strike grazed Long Yue, the attack suddenly materialized behind him, carving claw marks into his back.

Long Yue had warped space to redirect the force onto him.

A chill raced down Qin Yun’s spine. He realized she was holding back.

Had she turned all his earlier attacks against him, he’d have been defenseless.

The Long family of Soaring Dragon Province grew restless, even furious, as Long Yue refused to deliver the killing blow.

Only then did Pride Star Province’s fighters understand: this was Long Yue’s way.

She stood her ground, reflecting every assault until her opponent was broken in spirit and surrendered.

"Trying to force my surrender?" Qin Yun inhaled sharply and shut his eyes.

He’d overheard the crowd mention how Long Yue had crushed rivals in the Soaring Dragon Tournament the same way. Now he knew—this wasn’t Xiao Yuemei, nor was she holding back. This was simply her style.

Qin Yun closed his eyes, visualizing a totem martial art.

A recent addition to his arsenal, one he’d never used—its might was unparalleled.

The Dragon Totem style, taught to him by Long Qiaofeng: the Heavenly Dragon Art.

"Long ago, dragons fell to Sky Lions, but only to a rare few. The dragons remained a force to reckon with."

"That’s why they endure across the Nine Wastelands. Without such strength, they’d have been hunted to extinction like the Sky Lions," Ling Yuner said.

Now, Qin Yun summoned the Dragon Totem.

His eyes snapped open, pupils blazing gold, gilded totem sigils swirling in his irises—the mark of the Dragon.

With a thunderous roar, he thrust his hand skyward. A thunderous draconic roar shattered the air!

A translucent golden dragon plummeted from the heavens, spearing toward Long Yue’s skull.

This is the "Celestial Dragon's Annihilation" from the Dragon Clan's totem martial arts.

The roaring golden dragon phantom appeared, plummeting from the heavens and crashing into Long Yue, shaking the arena violently as deep, thunderous roars echoed through the air.

The force nearly buckled her knees, almost driving her to the ground.

With an upward push of her hands, she diverted that apocalyptic force elsewhere, sending it crashing into another part of the arena.

The watching Long Clan members were stunned by Qin Yun's move.

"This is Celestial Dragon's Annihilation—where did Qin Yun learn this?" a Long family Martial King cried out.

"This is our clan's forbidden technique, only male heirs inherit it. It's recorded in the Celestial Volume of the Dragon Scripture—even Martial Lords are forbidden from learning it!" The quasi-immortal elder of the Long family said grimly. "Who leaked the Dragon Scripture?"

"Qin Yun isn't one of us, yet he's mastered the Celestial Volume's techniques. He dies today!" snarled a Tenglongzhou Long elder.

Long Yue finally felt pressure—that annihilating power could distort space-time, breaching her barriers and forcing her to unleash more potent time-space energy.

The apocalyptic force struck another section of the arena, blasting a gaping pit into the ground.

The arena was warded with formidable seals designed to absorb or neutralize even the mightiest attacks.

Yet this force tore through the defenses, shattering the ground.

Executing the move burned through two Dao Pills’ worth of energy. Now, Qin Yun only had the power of one remaining Dao Pill and his bones—equal to four Dao Pills combined.

Even for him, the toll was staggering.

"Long Yue, this outsider has stolen our clan's secrets! Quit stalling—finish him!"

"Qin Yun, who betrayed the Dragon Scripture to you? Do you realize you've made yourself the enemy of the entire Long Clan?"

"Long Yue, kill him!"

The Long family's shouts rose in a frenzy below.

Bao Changshou and Jian Shitian knew the Dragon Scripture's might—and couldn't fathom how Qin Yun had mastered it.

Even Xuanwu Realm Martial Lords of the Long family struggled to learn the Celestial Volume.

"Celestial Dragon's Annihilation isn't enough!" Qin Yun was sick of the Long Clan’s racket.

Long Yue ignored them, standing firm as she awaited Qin Yun's next move.

He took a sharp breath, then with a grunt, thrust his palms forward—releasing a surge of shimmering qi.

It coalesced into a spectral dragon apparition that charged at Long Yue, enveloping her instantly. The surrounding space twisted violently, splintering reality with black cracks.

"Dragon’s Temporal Reversal!" the quasi-immortal elder gasped.

Seizing the moment, Qin Yun unleashed "Celestial Dragon's Annihilation" again. A blazing golden dragon of fury descended from the sky, striking Long Yue.

With her time-space powers locked by the distortion, she couldn't evade—and was blasted by the cataclysmic impact.

KABOOM!

Golden shockwaves erupted outward as Long Yue was finally overwhelmed.

Qin Yun slumped to the ground, his face deathly pale. The technique "Dragon's Time Reversal" had drained every ounce of his strength.

The crowd gaped at the arena in stunned silence—especially the demi-immortals, who could scarcely believe Qin Yun had mastered the Dragon Clan's forbidden art.

The Dragon Clan members boiled with fury, ready to charge and cut Qin Yun down.

The shimmering golden mist over the arena slowly faded.

Long Yue sprawled motionless on the ground while Qin sat, exhausted.

"I yield!" Long Yue's voice was hoarse yet ethereal.

To Qin Yun, it sounded eerily familiar—but the memory eluded him.