Chapter 2345: It Can’t Be Wrong, Could It? (1/2)

On the battle stage, Zhao Ya exuded a coruscating white light as suns as white as snow rose around her and congregated above her head. There were exactly nine hundred snow-white suns; not one more or one less.

“It’s the Grand Dance of the Snow Suns!” One of the holy lands’ experts exclaimed.

The Grand Dance of the Snow Suns was one of the Clear Snow Palace’s top techniques, and it was also acknowledged as one of the top techniques in the Holy World.One required to have a cold element saint godhead, cold element saint bloodline, as well as saint physique to practice this technique.

Moreover, practicing the Grand Dance of the Snow Suns required a high comprehension ability.

Watching this sight on the sacrificial altar, Lord Long commented, “This Clear Snow Palace’s female disciple, Zhao Ya, hasn’t entered the Clear Snow Palace for long, but she actually succeeded in cultivating the Grand Art of the Snow Suns. Moreover, it has already reached the minor completion stage. It looks like Xiaolong, that kid, is destined to lose this match.”

The Heavenly Master, Tyrant Chu, and Elder Crow also shook their heads, agreeing with Lord Long’s comment.

Although Huang Xiaolong’s talent was amazing, it was still an undeniable fact that his cultivation time was shorter, and his complete dao saint godhead’s ranking was not very high.

Huang Xiaolong’s winning odds were low to begin with, and now that his opponent was the Clear Snow Palace’s female disciple Zhao Ya, who had cultivated the Great Dance of the Snow Suns, his odds were even lower.

However, Wu Ge’s personal disciple, Xie Yao was inwardly gloating at this sight from the sacrificial altar.

The more powerful Zhao Ya was, the faster Huang Xiaolong would lose this match, and they were more than happy to see this result.

Yu Fujiang had a similar smile as Xie Yao on his face.

“Eldest Senior Brother, it looks like Huang Xiaolong won’t last three moves!” One of the Beast Tamer Holy Gate’s Holy Prince Chen Chunlai snickered with malice.

Earlier, they had made a bet on whether Huang Xiaolong could last three moves against the Clear Snow Palace’s female disciple Zhao Ya. But now, judging from the current situation, all of them tacitly agreed that Huang Xiaolong wouldn’t last for even three moves.

Yu Fujiang grinned as he nodded his head.

“Eldest Senior Brother, I made a reservation for a private room at the Heavenly Fragrance Teahouse for today. We can enjoy ourselves and celebrate when this ends.” Chen Chunlai laughed.

“You are right, we should celebrate.” Yu Fujiang smirked.

At this time, a complete dao saint godhead flew out from Zhao Ya’s body. The moment this complete dao saint godhead appeared, the immediate space around the battle stage was dominated by ice lotuses.

These ice lotuses spun in the air, exuding a bright white glow and cold qi.

“It is indeed the Ice Lotus Saint Godhead!”

The Ice Lotus Saint Godhead ranked at seventy-three!

With the appearance of the Ice Lotus Saint Godhead, Zhao Ya’s momentum rose at a shocking speed, completely suppressing Huang Xiaolong. On the battle stage, Huang Xiaolong was akin to a small tree in the midst of a snowstorm that could be uprooted at any moment.

Subsequently, the lights around Zhao Ya became blinding in a burst, turning into a snow phoenix!

This was the snow phoenix condensed from the power of the Freezing Phoenix Saint Bloodline ranked at seventy-first place.

Then, everyone saw mysterious runes appearing on Zhao Ya’s skin, and these runes glimmered in the snow-white light.

This was the Snow Moon Saint Physique ranked seventy-ninth!

In the short time Zhao Ya had activated her saint bloodline and saint physique’s powers, the stage had turned into a space of howling snowstorm, and thick layers of ice formed around Huang Xiaolong, corroding the space around him.

Huang Xiaolong’s feet were already covered by a thick layer of ice, and it continued to crawl upwards and reached his waist in a short time.

The spectating experts all around the plaza shook their heads at this sight.

“Honestly, this sparring match does not even need to be battled out. Although Huang Xiaolong’s complete dao saint godhead can evolve through time, it is merely ranked at eight hundred and ninety-six at the moment. Though there might be some improvement after the Holy Heavens’ holy pill he was given, that marginal improvement is not enough for him to become Zhao Yao’s opponent.”

“That’s right, just Zhao Ya’s saint attributes’ power has already reduced Huang Xiaolong to an ice statue. Soon the ice will cover his head and enter his soul. Huang Xiaolong has lost even before he could make a move!”

The crowd's negative opinions became even louder.

Watching as the ice from her saint attributes’ power had covered Huang Xiaolong’s torso, Zhao Ya spoke, “Your Highness Huang Xiaolong, you lose!”

Huang Xiaolong replied calmly, “Not necessarily!”