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Chapter 1300 - 1294: Everything Is Possible

Chapter 1300: Chapter 1294: Everything Is Possible

It’s hard to imagine who below the level of Inch Strength could withstand such a powerful attack.

"Hmph, the Grand Thousand Mirror is nothing special. You have Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, but you don’t know that the Nearly Divine Tycoon has Qiankun Da Nuoyi!"

Under the encompassing force of the Grand Thousand Mirror, Li Changlin’s gaze sharpened. Suddenly, he raised both hands, traced a virtual circle in the air, and then fiercely struck upward with his arms.

"What!"

"No way, is Young Master Changlin going for a head-on clash?"

"Unwise, that’s far too reckless!"

The crowd was momentarily dumbfounded, with many shaking their heads in disbelief.

Though Li Changlin was formidable, this was Dou Zhuan Xing Yi powered by the Grand Thousand Mirror. Without reaching the level of Gangjin, Li Changlin couldn’t possibly match Guo Yijun.

Witnessing what seemed to be an ill-advised move, Guo Yijun’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

Li Changlin was certainly skilled, but so what? He was still going to lose to her.

Guo Yijun’s heart surged with excitement.

Defeating Li Changlin would not only earn her one of his Divine Artifacts but also bring handsome rewards of Holy Fruits and Grass Revival Pills.

This battle was proving extremely lucrative.

Guo Yijun was truly ecstatic.

At this moment, the two forces collided heavily.

What shocked everyone was that the collision of these two energies made no sound at all, instead floating quietly in the void and slowly intertwining.

"What’s this?"

Many watched in stunned silence, finding the situation baffling.

Guo Yijun, too, paused in confusion, her gaze instinctively shifting to Li Changlin, wondering what techniques the youth had employed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Gradually, the merged energies began spinning faster and faster.

As time passed, their rotation reached an extreme, forming a glowing orb that spun so rapidly it became an indistinguishable blur.

The glowing orb grew larger, more solid, and increasingly forceful.

Finally, the orb abruptly ascended, hurtling straight toward the Grand Thousand Mirror in the void.

"Crap!"

A chill swept across Guo Yijun’s heart, and she instantly raised her hand to command the Grand Thousand Mirror to retreat.

But by then, her reaction was clearly too late.

Bang!

The energy struck the Grand Thousand Mirror heavily.

Immediately, Guo Yijun let out a scream as blood sprayed from her mouth.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Li Changlin’s body surged forward, his hand extending toward the Grand Thousand Mirror.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Guo Yijun instantly understood his intentions. She let out a shrill cry and drew a flexible whip from her waist, aiming it at Li Changlin’s body.

Li Changlin sneered coldly and raised a finger.

Nine Yang Finger!

Whoosh!

A swift blast of energy struck the whip. Guo Yijun’s body trembled violently and was sent flying off the arena.

Meanwhile, Li Changlin’s left hand had already seized the Grand Thousand Mirror.

Without hesitation, Li Changlin promptly stored it in his Storage Box.

The fourth Divine Artifact was finally his.

"So, he won just like that!"

Many in the audience stood in stunned disbelief, their thoughts unable to keep up with what had just transpired. At the start, Li Changlin was clearly in danger, yet somehow, in an instant, he had completely turned the tide. It defied logic.

Nobody knew what techniques Li Changlin had used, but one thing was certain: Guo Yijun had definitively lost the battle.

"Young Master Changlin is victorious!"

The elder of the Li Family announced the result with an air of superiority.

The crowd looked at his smug grin with utter disdain, wishing they could rush forward and wipe it off his face.

Yet, considering Li Changlin’s overwhelming power, many couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness within.

He was simply too strong. Even Guo Yijun had been defeated—could anyone else challenge him?

Eyes searched around the crowd until someone finally rose, leaping onto the arena.

"Who’s that...?"

"It’s Zhao Tinghan from the Zhao Family!"

The man was approximately fifty years old, holding a long spear—the very Blazing Flame Spear Li Changlin had once seen in Huacheng while confronting Cheng Dahai.

However, the Blazing Flame Spear in Cheng Dahai’s hands back then was merely an imitation.

Now, Zhao Tinghan wielded the authentic artifact.

Li Changlin hardly cared about Cheng Dahai’s secrets; however, the fact that Zhao Family’s Blazing Flame Spear replica had surfaced in Cheng Dahai’s possession was somewhat surprising.

At this moment, Zhao Tinghan appeared like a war god. His long hair danced in the wind as he stood firmly in the arena, calmly watching Li Changlin.

The two faced each other, and Li Changlin could distinctly sense Zhao Tinghan’s immense power.

This was a genuine powerhouse—a Peak Virtual Energy expert, wielding the Power of Five Dragons.

The Power of Five Dragons was immensely formidable, enhancing the body’s capacity significantly. Combined with the Twenty-Two Dragons’ Strength granted by the artifact, the Blazing Flame Spear’s presence immediately diminished the crowd’s hopes for Li Changlin.

"No way, him!"

"This is one of the most powerful figures of his generation. Zhao Family really pulled out all the stops for this."

"It’s clear the Zhao Family is absolutely determined to secure the Holy Fruits and Grass Revival Pills."

Many people sighed in amazement.

Especially the leaders of other top clans—each exchanged meaningful glances, their thoughts swirling with uncertainty.

"Young Master Changlin, you are indeed talented. But this time, you’ll lose for sure!"

Like an ancient war god, Zhao Tinghan stared coldly at Li Changlin, his body surging with raging energy.

His aura grew stronger with each word he spoke.

By the time he finished speaking, twenty-two massive dragon shadows had materialized above him.

Li Changlin narrowed his eyes. This was indeed a formidable opponent. Had they clashed half a month earlier, Li Changlin might have needed to resort to the Heaven-Reliant Sword to stand a chance at claiming his artifact.

But now? Li Changlin felt no fear.

Of course, he wouldn’t reveal all his strength just yet.

Besides Zhao Tinghan, there were still three more families involved. Losing even one Divine Artifact meant losing the chance to cure Xi Yao’s terminal illness.

And so, with a subtle shift of his thoughts, he summoned the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

"Look, Young Master Changlin is using a weapon now."

"That’s a Precious Sword, I can sense its sharpness. But Zhao Tinghan is wielding a genuine Divine Artifact. It’s unlikely Young Master Changlin will win."

"Maybe that sword is also a Divine Artifact!"

"Impossible! Among swords, only the Xuanyuan Sword qualifies as a Divine Artifact. It’s said to be enshrined in the Pure Yang Hall of the Upper Realm—there’s no way Li Changlin could have obtained it!"