I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

Chapter 199 Ultimate! The Dragon Crossing the Other Shore!!

On both sides of the River Styx, the teammates from both sides retreated to a distance.

The four members of the Yūkiin retreated to a field of spider lilies on the east bank, while the four members of the Gekiyōin retreated behind a group of black rocks on the west bank.

Although they should be fighting against each other at this moment, everyone's attention was inevitably focused on the two figures on either side of the stone bridge, so they tacitly chose to slack off together.

On the bridge, only Manluo and Muyue remained.

The red spider lilies on both banks swayed silently, and the sound of the Styx River was deep and long, like some ancient funeral bell tolling continuously.

Mutsuki stepped onto the stone bridge first, her steps still light and quick, as if she were taking a stroll in her own backyard.

The Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy hovered quietly behind her, the nine golden halos rotating slightly faster, emitting a soft humming sound.

Manluo also stepped onto the stone bridge. Her steps were steady and elegant, and the distance of each step was as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Huanwu Shahua followed beside her, the five datura flowers on her neck turning towards the enemy on the other side of the bridge, their purple pupils flashing with a cold light.

The two stopped in the middle of the stone bridge, no more than ten meters apart.

Mutsuki tilted her head slightly, looked at Manluo for a few seconds, and then spoke, her tone carrying a surprising mix of familiarity and strangeness.

"Manluo, right?"

Mutsuki's voice echoed over the stone bridge: "Last year's champion."

Manluo nodded slightly, saying nothing more. Her gaze fell on the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy behind Muyue, a fleeting, unfathomable emotion flashing in her pure eyes.

"I know who you are," Manro said softly.

Mutsuki raised an eyebrow slightly, then gave a meaningful smile: "You know? That's interesting."

Manluo didn't respond to that, but instead raised her right hand and gently stroked Huanwushahua's neck. Her palm rested on the dark green scales, feeling the warm pulse emanating from beneath them.

"You want to play one-on-one with me, and that's exactly what I'm thinking too."

"So I sent all my teammates away," Manro said.

Mutsuki spread her hands, her tone slightly playful: "Then let's go, let me see just how good last year's champion really is."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy's body suddenly shone brightly, and a moon-white beam of light burst forth from its mouth, shooting straight towards the Illusionary Mist Sand Flower on the other side of the bridge.

Manluo's pupils contracted slightly. Just as the beam of light was about to strike the Illusionary Mist Sandflower, it moved. Its body twisted at an incredible angle, its long neck bending like a snake, barely avoiding the moon-white beam of light. The beam grazed its scales and struck the surface of the River Styx behind it with a deafening roar, creating a huge black splash dozens of feet high.

However, just when the audience thought that Huanwu Shahua had safely dodged the attack, the moon-white beam of light suddenly turned a corner in the river and returned at an odd angle, striking Huanwu Shahua again.

But Manro was, after all, the reigning champion, and her combat experience far surpassed that of ordinary people. The instant the pillar of light returned, the two bells at the tail of the Illusionary Mist Sakura simultaneously emitted a muffled "clang—". A visible purple sound wave spread out from the bells, colliding with the returning moon-white pillar of light.

The collision of the two energies triggered a small-scale explosion. The dark red vines on the stone bridge were scattered by the shockwave, and a tiny crack appeared on the bridge surface.

Mutsuki's eyes lit up slightly: "Not bad."

But her offensive did not stop. The nine golden halos around the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy's body detached and accelerated their rotation. Each halo began to condense energy, and in the blink of an eye, nine moon-white beams of light shot out from the halos, heading towards the Illusionary Mist Sand Flower from nine different directions.

The pale purple mist surrounding Huanwu Shahua suddenly intensified, rapidly expanding to form a semi-transparent protective shield around it. Nine beams of light struck the shield simultaneously, emitting a piercing shriek. Countless cracks appeared on the shield's surface, yet it barely withstood the attack.

But Mutsuki's attack was far from over. The Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy once again condensed light in its mouth, and this time the pillar of light was even thicker than before, crashing down on the Illusionary Mist Sand Flower with a world-destroying momentum.

With the protective shield already shattered, this attack was almost impossible to dodge.

However, Manluo's lips curled up slightly.

Just as the beam of light was about to strike Huanwu Shahua, her deep purple pupils suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

The space before it rippled like the surface of water after a pebble has been thrown in, spreading out in concentric circles of purple ripples. The beam of light shot into the ripples and, as if entering another space, vanished without a trace.

The entire audience gasped.

Bao Xiaoxing's voice suddenly rose in the commentary booth: "What kind of move is that? The Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy's attack has been absorbed!"

Xue Youyou narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone tinged with admiration: "The legendary secret technique of the Illusionary Mist Sand Flower—the Cursed Eye. On the map of the River Styx Crossing, its curse ability has been greatly enhanced. Just now, it forcibly distorted the space in front of it, directing its energy attack towards the River Styx."

Sure enough, the next second, the surface of the River Styx beneath the stone bridge suddenly exploded, and the vanished beam of light shot out from the bottom of the water, bringing with it a sky full of black splashes.

Mutsuki's smile faded slightly, but quickly brightened again. She raised her hands and clapped them gently a few times.

"No wonder he was last year's champion."

Mutsuki's tone carried a hint of genuine admiration: "Much better than those little girls I've met before."

But her next words caused Manluo's expression to change slightly.

"but--"

Mutsuki tilted her head, a hint of mockery in her smile: "The power I just had the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy use was only enough to coax a child."

"If you continue to hide your true strength, you'll be crying later!"

Manluo was silent for two seconds.

She raised her head, her pure eyes staring directly at Mutsuki, as if confirming something.

"How did you figure that out?" Manluo asked.

Muyue put her hands behind her back, leaned back slightly, and pointed with her chin at the Illusory Mist Sand Flower behind Manluo: "Your pet beast still has an unreleased energy within it. I sensed it the moment I first saw it. The fluctuation of that energy is quite similar to my Silkworm Fairy in some ways."

She paused, her smile becoming meaningful: "You're also waiting for the right time, aren't you? Well, I think now is."

Manlu stared at Muyue for three seconds. In those three seconds, it seemed as if they had a silent exchange, a kind of exchange that only they could understand.

Then, Manro smiled.

That was her first genuine smile since she entered the room; it was faint, yet carried a hint of relief and ease.

"you're right."

Manluo said softly, "There's really no need to hide it anymore."

She turned around and gently cradled the drooping head of the Phantom Mist Flower in her hands. Her forehead rested on the scales between the Phantom Mist Flower's brows, and her lips moved slightly, as if she were speaking to it.

Then, a beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping both Manluo and Huanwushahua simultaneously.

That is the light of evolution.

At that moment, all the audience members involuntarily stood up. Bao Xiaoxing even jumped up from the commentary booth, his voice so shrill it almost pierced the microphone: "What...what is this? The Light of Evolution? During the battle? This is—"

A genuine flicker of emotion finally appeared in Xue Youyou's eyes. She gently placed her hands on the edge of the commentary table, leaned forward slightly, and fixed her gaze intently on the beam of light.

On the platform, the four marquises and the duke, who had been sitting upright, all showed expressions of surprise. Marquis of Purgatory, Lin Yan, was the first to stand up, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

"Ultimate form?!"

Lin Yan almost cracked his voice.

Then, the group looked at Marquis Jiuyou, Manzhu, who simply smiled without saying a word, clearly already aware of her daughter's situation.

A rare hint of emotion flickered in Xinglan Gong Bao Yunxing's voice as he exclaimed, "Finally, an ultimate form has appeared on this field."

The beam of light lasted for a full ten seconds before slowly dissipating.

The moment the light faded, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Then, it exploded.

The illusory mist flowers that had been hovering beside Manluo had disappeared, replaced by a pitch-black Nether Dragon.

Its body was long and agile, covered with obsidian-like dragon scales, each scale adorned with golden patterns resembling mandalas. These patterns were alive, flowing slowly across the scales like countless tiny golden snakes crawling on a black stone slab.

Seven enormous datura flowers extended from her neck, gradually changing from bright red to dark purple. The stamens of each flower emitted a ghostly green glow, which flickered with her breath, illuminating the surrounding dark space.

It was a breathtaking beauty, like a creature beyond reason born from the fusion of the spider lily of the underworld and the dragon race of the mortal world.

The translucent butterfly wings unfold from its back, the surface of which is covered with golden veins of spider lilies. Each flap of its wings leaves a golden afterimage in the air that lingers for a long time.

At its tail, seven bells are arranged like the Big Dipper, making a continuous sound as its body twists. The sound is no longer the monotonous "clang" sound, but a series of melodious and solemn tunes, like some kind of ancient requiem, with each note weighing heavily on the listener's heart.

What's most awe-inspiring are its eyes. The once deep purple pupils have turned pure gold, with no defined boundaries, only a dazzling golden light. The space gazed upon by those eyes visibly distorts, the air seems to groan, and light bends and deforms under its gaze, as if even reality itself trembles in fear of its presence.

Ultimate Level, Cursed Species, Dragon of the Other Shore!