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Chapter 1400: Rain of Dark Flame

Zhang Lie frowned tightly. "Sun Mengmeng was unlucky enough to have encountered an opponent that counters her directly."

Yang Ze nodded. "That\'s right."

Qingyue Ge\'s ability proved to be a direct counter to Sun Mengmeng\'s. His cultivation technique revolved around golden lotuses blooming in intense flame, which took advantage of Sun Mengmeng\'s abilities.

"Furthermore, that special relic he has just augments his advantage further."

The spectators laughed at Sun Mengmeng. "That woman had better give up quickly. Against the child of Divinity Qinglian—the outcome of this match is certain."

Yang Ze shook her head. "Sun Mengmeng doesn\'t look as though she\'s planning to give up."

"It\'s a waste of effort."

The spectators around Yang Ze and Zhang Lie bore no hope for her.

Zhang Lie shook her head. "The outcome of the match remains undecided."

"Isn\'t it obvious? This woman\'s skilled with fire, but Qingyue Ge can manipulate flame and transform it into his own strength. She\'s being entirely suppressed. Is there a need to resist further?"

"If it were me, I\'d have surrendered long ago."

"Keep watching," Zhang Lie replied. "You\'ll see."

"[Lunar Apostasy]!"

Sun Mengmeng\'s entire bow was blazing. She launched her arrows straight into the air, which exploded among the clouds and formed a black moon,

The moon exploded and shot down rays of moonlight, causing the lotus seat to shake as the arena transformed into a sea of black flame.

Qingyue Ge waved his hand, causing golden lotuses to bloom once more out of the flames, like holy flowers emerging from hell.

The lotus mark on Qingyue Ge\'s brow glowed with light. As they stood on the golden lotus seat, they looked like an immortal descending from the heavens. Many females, watching from the audience, screamed shrilly as they watched Qingyue Ge avidly.

The flames surrounding Sun Mengmeng erupted like a volcano, distorting space in a huge area around her and strengthening the flames around.

Sun Mengmeng howled into the air. Fire-attuned genetic energy erupted from her body, and her pitch-black eyes burned red. The flames formed a black hurricane with her at its eye. It sucked in all the flames around the arena and grew even stronger, dyeing the heavens black.

Lava began to form on the ground as the flames transformed into Sun Mengmeng\'s strength.

"[Netherworld\'s Torrential Flame]!"

A frightening fan of flames poured out from Sun Mengmeng\'s bow, an attack far stronger than the moonlight she had summoned. The intensity of her technique shocked everyone.

The flames arced in the air and fell toward the battlefield in a waterfall.

The golden lotuses exploded and their seeds shot out like bullets. Golden flames bloomed in the air like flowers. The golden lotus seat\'s petals extended protectively around Qingyue Ge, protecting them.

The petals rippled with light. Qingyue Ge, who had seemed relaxed all this time, began to frown tightly. Even so, they smiled. "Not only is she pretty, she\'s amazingly strong and skilled with fire. What a treasure to behold."

"[Lunarflame Shot: Ninefold Phantasmagoria]."

Sun Mengmeng\'s surroundings began to burn with dark red flames as she launched yet another attack.

Nine purplish-black phoenixes rose around her and shot toward Qingyue Ge. All the flames on the arena turned dark gold as they surrounded the golden lotus seat in a giant hurricane.

The golden seat continuously absorbed the strength of the flames in its vicinity, lighting up lotus after lotus. Qingyue Ge plucked out a lotus seed and flicked it at Sun Mengmeng.

Before it could strike Sun Mengmeng, a surprising phenomenon occurred.

The golden lotuses rooted themselves in the void, a divine and holy deity of fire appearing over each one, chanting scripture in some unknown language. Even more frightening were the bones, skeletons, and malevolent specters underneath the lotuses, filled with grudges and curses, the contrast more dissonant than even the ninth layer of the underworld.

Underneath the holiest of golden lotuses were the most malevolent curses and killing intent.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Might of the Garuda]!"

Sun Mengmeng reacted quickly. Purplish-black flames gathered on Sun Mengmeng\'s bow once again, forming an arrow of pure black.

The image of a golden garuda, limned in black, appeared behind her. As she loosed her arrow, it seemed to transform into a beam of light, moving so quickly that it bypassed the constraints of time and space, as though it could penetrate anything.

The arrow caused no earth-shattering explosion. It was plain and ordinary, and no sound marked its advance. It struck the golden sea of lotuses, piercing through countless skeletons and ghouls, as it made its way toward Qingyue Ge\'s golden lotus seat.

The black arrow struck the seat. Illusory petals let out a shrill scream as gold and black flames exploded around it. The arrow caused a cavity to appear in the lotus seat as Qingyue Ge summoned its strength. The lotus seat glowed with radiant light, and eighty-one lotuses bloomed and unfurled around it in a spray of holy light. The black arrow was obliterated.

Black flame struck the golden lotus seat with a clash of metal against metal, sending sparks flying.

"[Lunarflame Shot: Extirpation of the Garuda]!"

Black flames, stuck together, flowed like lava along the ground. Wrapped in flame, Sun Mengmeng strode forth. Her pupils had been replaced by black flame, and she looked like a demon from the abyss.

As Sun Mengmeng infused her genetic energy into the bow, the image of a garuda appeared behind her. She released her arrow, which morphed into a human-faced, golden-winged bird in mid-air, radiating red light as it arced through the skies. It began to pulse with red flame, brimming with such energy that it seemed as though it would set the world aflame.

The destructive energy dyed everything in sight a patch of black.

The entire arena seemed to transform into a furnace. The ground melted and turned into boiling-hot lava.

Sun Mengmeng released her arrow, which morphed into a human-faced, golden-winged bird in mid-air, radiating red light as it arced through the skies.

The garuda landed in a hurricane of pitch-black flames as it arched its wings wide.

It began to pulse with red fire, brimming with such energy that it seemed as though it would set the world aflame.

Sun Mengmeng\'s attack scorched the heavens and the earth in a tremendous surge of destructive energy. The golden lotuses, deities of fire, skeletons and ghouls—all were swept away by cleansing, all-encompassing flame. The golden lotus seat shook violently. A rain of petals formed.