Nangong Mao Guan's expression was grim. Ai Yan was clearly weaker than Nangong Huai Tian, having been blasted away several times, yet he grew stronger with each battle. What kind of ability was this?
The Heavenly Water Daoist's face was also somewhat solemn. Agudamu saw this and chuckled lightly, then said mockingly, "What? Didn't I tell you? Your so-called Saintess is nothing compared to the prodigies of my Royal Court."
"And it's not a secret to tell you, Ai Yan's ability is called Chang Zheng, symbolizing the great and fearless journey of our Golden Tent Royal Court's ancestors who conquered the vast grasslands. Once Chang Zheng is activated, he will also receive the blessings of his ancestors, gaining totem enhancements in all aspects, and growing stronger and stronger under the effect of Chang Zheng."
"Chang Zheng is for the immortal heroic spirits, so no one can instantly kill Ai Yan, and no one understands combat better than Ai Yan!"
Agudamu's words echoed throughout the Holy City.
The cultivators from the Land of a Hundred Tribes turned grim upon hearing this.
Ji Xuansu also sighed, her expression complicated. If Agudamu's words were true, and Ai Yan's Chang Zheng ability was truly that terrifying, even if Nangong Huai Tian could hold on now, she would eventually be defeated.
The Heavenly Water Daoist took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, "As long as an ability exists, it has its limits."
"Perhaps this so-called 'Chang Zheng' is indeed an extremely high-grade ability, almost unsolvable, but I believe its growth on the cultivator cannot be infinite. If the battle continues like this, there will always be a point where it reaches its limit."
Agudamu nodded lightly, admitting, "So, you think this Saintess can last until Chang Zheng exceeds its limit?"
The Heavenly Water Daoist turned to look at Nangong, who was now at a complete disadvantage, completely suppressed by Ai Yan. She was clearly inferior in both close combat and abilities, and although not seriously injured, she was clearly outmatched.
Meanwhile, the wild aura emanating from Ai Yan continued to surge.
"To tell you the truth, Chang Zheng does have its limits, but I don't even know how great those limits are, because I've never seen anyone push Ai Yan to that extent."
"Perhaps the Saint Son of the Nangong clan back then could, and Ji Chang certainly could, but this Saintess…"
Agudamu trailed off and chuckled, his meaning clear: Nangong Huai Tian was not capable.
She couldn't push Ai Yan's Chang Zheng to its limit, and might even be defeated before it reached that point.
Such an outcome was unacceptable to the Land of a Hundred Tribes. The strong cultivators and young prodigies of all tribes turned ashen. They watched Nangong being continuously suppressed in mid-air, clenching their fists, wanting to do something, but utterly unable to.
Just then, Ai Yan struck Nangong Huai Tian's right shoulder again, while Nangong only managed to point a finger at his chest.
The power of the ability erupted. Ai Yan's chest caved in, and he was sent flying back ten paces. Nangong Huai Tian, however, was thrown back a hundred meters, her right shoulder almost shattered, and she could barely lift her arm.
Ai Yan grinned at this.
He slowly lowered himself, sipped the morning dew, and kissed the earth, as if performing a ritual before a hunt.
After the ritual, his wild aura surged again. Ai Yan roared, mounted a phantom warhorse, and charged at Nangong Huai Tian with a javelin.
This attack seemed to be the decisive blow.
Countless people watched the sky with bated breath. Although the chances of victory were slim, they still hoped to see Nangong make a miraculous comeback.
The surging wild energy descended, making it difficult for Nangong to breathe. Her beautiful face was pale, but she still stubbornly raised her hand.
This time, she intended to use her strongest Dao technique, which she had just comprehended, to confront or even kill Ai Yan. Although she might suffer a terrible backlash afterward, she knew she could not retreat.
To retreat now would mean the retreat of the entire Nangong clan and the entire Hundred Tribes Alliance. As the Saintess, and the newly crowned Supreme, she could not allow such a thing to happen.
Therefore, she prepared to fight with all her might.
Holy light condensed between her hands, and a noble fluctuation emerged in the space. Ai Yan sensed the danger, but he continued to advance, confident that with the enhancement of Chang Zheng, he would not die.
But just because he wouldn't die, didn't mean Nangong wouldn't.
Xu Mu felt that if this continued, Nangong Huai Tian would die, so he stepped forward and blocked the path.
"Step aside, leave this to me."
As Xu Mu spoke, facing the charging Ai Yan, an unnamed rage welled up within him. The Glazed Blood in his body surged, and starlight gathered at his fist. With a thunderous roar, he unleashed a punch.
"Boom!"
The warhorse shattered, and the javelin and the dragon-tiger phantom were vaporized by the blood-filled, killing intent-laden punch, turning into white mist. Ai Yan himself was sent flying back again, landing on the clouds, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with shock.
Agudamu immediately stood up, shouting sternly, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the match? Do you wish to die!"
Xu Mu, unfazed by the terrifying pressure, pointed at Ai Yan and said with a faint smile:
"My name is Mu Xu. I am a defeated opponent of the Saintess Nangong."
"Your Royal Court's so-called genius has been defeated by the Saintess multiple times. The Saintess, being kind-hearted, didn't wish to harm him, yet he shamelessly continued to attack and even counterattack repeatedly. He truly has no shame."
Agudamu's expression changed immediately upon hearing this. He stared darkly at Xu Mu and said, "I wondered who it was. So it's the defeated opponent of that useless Saintess."
Another elder beside Agudamu nodded and reprimanded, "Boy, listen carefully. Ai Yan's ability is called Chang Zheng. He receives blessings from his ancestors and grows fiercer with each battle. It's normal for him to be at a disadvantage at the beginning. It's not because your Saintess held back. Don't cause trouble here, quickly move aside!"
Xu Mu sneered upon hearing this and pointed at Ai Yan, saying, "Do you really believe that so-called Chang Zheng is that powerful? If the Saintess hadn't held back, he would have died long ago."
"In my opinion, he is not even qualified to fight the Saintess. After using his ability enhancement so many times, he can't even withstand a single punch from me. It's truly laughable."
Agudamu and the elder exchanged glances, then both chuckled disdainfully and said to Xu Mu:
"So, you intend to defeat our Royal Court's Ai Yan through a war of attrition?"
"Let me tell you, you are dreaming. Ai Yan will show you why the ability Chang Zheng is called Chang Zheng."
Xu Mu chuckled and waved his hand, mocking again, "Whether the Saintess held back or if his strength is truly that great, you'll know soon enough."
Saying this, Xu Mu turned to look at Ai Yan. The aura emanating from the latter had already climbed considerably, like a surging beast.
Xu Mu looked at him, then beckoned:
"You'd better be stronger, don't be like before, unable to even take a punch."
"Now, get over here."