bioinnovel Chapter 201 The Unreasonably Powerful 9th-Tier White Moon Silkworm Immortal
Chapter 201 The Unreasonably Powerful 9th-Tier White Moon Silkworm Immortal
That's it.
These two words were like a bucket of ice water poured straight down on Manluo's head.
She had thought that the trump card she had been hiding until now would at least earn her a word of amazement and praise from the other party.
Even just a simple "not bad" would be appreciated.
Immediately afterward, Mutsuki's actions silenced the boisterous audience in an instant.
The deafening roar seemed to have been muted, and everyone instinctively shut their mouths.
Mutsuki turned around, her back to Manluo and the ultimate form of the Dragon of the Other Shore that had shocked everyone beyond measure. She raised her head and looked at the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy floating in mid-air behind her.
The Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy remained in its complete form, showing no signs of evolution. It hovered there quietly, its nine detached golden halos slowly rotating. Its elegant and slender form contrasted absurdly with the colossal, sky-covering behemoth opposite it.
Mutsuki raised her hand, her lips moved slightly, and she said something that only they could hear.
Then, the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy moved.
Its body trembled slightly, and the nine detached golden halos stopped spinning at the same instant. Time seemed to freeze for a second at that moment.
Immediately afterwards, all the halos exploded simultaneously, transforming into countless golden specks of light. These specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, danced, swirled, and flickered lightly around it. Then, all the specks of light began to recombine, condensing into a pure golden sphere above the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy's head—its light was as pure as gold refined countless times, without a trace of impurity.
The next second, the golden ball, like a silkworm slowly dissolving in water, sent out countless fine golden threads toward the other side of the Dragon Crossing the Calamity.
The scene was extremely quiet, even gentle.
There were no dazzling light effects, no earth-shattering sounds, no oppressive force that distorted space, and no sense of unease for anyone. It simply stretched quietly and unhurriedly toward the other side of the river of suffering, at a pace neither too fast nor too slow, like spider silk drifting in spring.
However, Manro's expression changed in that instant.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to shout some warning, but no sound came out.
She subconsciously commanded the Other Shore Dragon to defend itself, directing it to deploy its maximum defensive power.
The seven bells rang simultaneously, emitting sound waves capable of calming and seducing the soul.
The spatial distortion ability within the golden pupils was pushed to its limit, attempting to deflect the eerie golden threads elsewhere.
The enormous butterfly wings folded in front of its body, forming layers of protective shields.
The mandala patterns on its scales simultaneously burst forth with dazzling golden light, a defensive skill that the Other Shore Dragon was most proud of.
It sounds absurd, and no one would believe it. Faced with an attack from a fully-level pet, the Ultimate Dark Dragon, the Other Shore Dragon, actually felt the breath of death.
It was terrified. In an instant, it instinctively activated all its defensive mechanisms, a reaction only made when faced with a truly deadly threat.
This is the full-force defense that the Other Shore Dragon, known for its defensive prowess, can achieve. This level of defense, when combined, is so powerful that even a full-force attack from an Ultimate-level being of the same level might not be able to penetrate it.
But those countless fine golden threads, as if they didn't exist in this world at all, silently penetrated all defenses.
The bell's requiem had no effect on it—the sound waves passed through the golden threads as if through air, without creating any ripples. Spatial distortion was ignored—the distorted spatial folds were meaningless before it. The butterfly wing shield was like transparent paper before it, and the golden light of the mandala pattern paled in comparison, like a candle flame extinguished.
Golden threads sank continuously into the body of the Dragon of the Other Shore, strand by strand, disappearing into its obsidian-like scales. Then, they vanished, as if they had never existed.
The Dragon of the Other Shore hovered in mid-air, still maintaining its fully defensive posture, completely motionless. Everyone's eyes were fixed on it, and no one dared to breathe, waiting to see what would happen next.
Then, it fell down.
That ultimate form that made history and shocked the entire audience, that seemingly invincible Dragon of the Other Shore, exuding an aura powerful enough to distort reality, fell straight down from mid-air like an empty shell whose power had been instantly drained.
The enormous, sky-covering body crashed onto the stone bridge with a dull, deafening thud, causing the entire bridge to shake violently.
The bridge surface was smashed into a huge dent, with rubble flying everywhere. Dark red vines were torn to shreds by the shockwave, scattering in the air like blood rain.
The seven datura flowers simultaneously lost all their luster, their golden stamens turning a deathly gray in an instant, like specimens that had been dried for a century.
The exquisite veins of the spider lily on the butterfly's wings faded at a visible speed, and then the wing surface began to crack, like glass that had weathered for thousands of years, peeling off, breaking, and falling into the River Styx piece by piece.
The obsidian-like dragon scales quickly lost their flowing luster. The mandala patterns on the scales looked like a light strip whose power had been cut off, turning from bright gold to dark gold, and then from dark gold to a dull gray-black, before going completely out.
The pair of golden eyes slowly closed. Before they closed completely, the last emotion revealed in those giant eyes was not fear, not anger, not pain—but bewilderment.
It didn't understand. It didn't understand how it lost.
Just like no one else present understood.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
The hundreds of thousands of audience members in the stadium, along with the billions watching on screens in Lanzhou, fell silent at that moment. The vast venue was so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing across the map above the River Styx could be heard.
Manluo's petite body swayed violently, as if the bones supporting her had been removed. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees on the stone bridge. The sound of her knees hitting the stone surface was exceptionally clear in the silence.
She looked up, her exquisite face filled with astonishment. Those once radiant eyes, that pride that belonged to the chief of the Ten Heavenly Kings, dimmed in an instant, like a candle flame that had been extinguished.
She looked up at Mutsuki standing in front of her. Mutsuki was still standing with her hands behind her back, her posture casual and composed, the smile on her face unchanged, and she hadn't even moved an inch.
Just like everything that just happened, that attack that instantly killed an ultimate level being was as simple to her as crushing a maggot.
"you……"
Manluo's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, like sandpaper rubbing against her throat: "What did you do?"
Mutsuki lowered her head, looking down at her. Her clear eyes held no mockery, no pity, not even any other emotion, only a calm scrutiny.
"..."
Mutsuki whispered something. Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
Manluo's body jolted violently.
A complex emotion suddenly erupted in those dim eyes.
Then, this top-ranking member of the Ten Heavenly Kings, the high and mighty Underworld Flower Witch Manluo, actually cried in front of billions of viewers in Yue Lanzhou.
It wasn't the restrained, quiet weeping of a lady, but a loud, unrestrained sobbing that was completely out of character for her.
"Waaaaah—!"
Large tears rolled down her cheeks, falling onto the cold stone surface of the bridge. Her shoulders trembled as she cried, her demeanor completely ruined.
At this moment, Manluo didn't look like the renowned leader of the Ten Heavenly Kings of Yuelan Prefecture, but rather like an ordinary little girl who had been wronged and had her secrets exposed. She wanted to cry, so she cried, and that was all.
What's going on?
The top ten kings, last year's champion, the Demoness of the Underworld, Manluo, was beaten to tears?
The audience was shocked and then erupted in uproar.
Mutsuki didn't say anything more, nor did she glance at Manluo, who was kneeling on the ground crying.
With a simple wave of her hand, at her command, the Nine-Turn White Moon Silkworm Fairy unleashed the exact same attack as before.
The same golden threads, the same quiet yet unstoppable force. Only this time, the target was the four members of the Ghost Institute team who were watching from the rear.
Having learned from Manro's experience, the four teammates from the Ghost Institute did not choose to simply defend and dodge—they had already seen with their own eyes that those things had no effect on the golden threads, defense was futile, and dodging alone could not evade that kind of bizarre attack that could target enemies over a huge area.
Therefore, they decisively chose to have their pets use their strongest attack skills to fight back, attempting to use offense as defense and use their ferocious output to counteract the strange golden threads.
In an instant, colorful attack skills erupted from the four pets, their light intertwining to form a dazzling yet violent torrent that head-on met the countless golden threads.
However, even when faced with this torrent of attacks formed by the four pet beasts fighting back with all their might, the golden threads still passed through without any hindrance.
All attack skills are like illusions projected in the air in front of it. It neither resists nor destroys them, but simply passes through them, as if those things do not exist in its world at all.
It was still a sell-out in seconds.
This time, however, Mutsuki was not as gentle as she had been with Manro. She not only let the golden threads pierce through the four pet beasts, but she also spared the four Youguiyuan Beast Tamers standing behind them.
The four figures, along with their pets, collapsed almost simultaneously, like puppets whose strings had been cut.
Getsuyouin wins!
This is the first time an Ultimate level has appeared in the Academy League, and it is also the first time a Complete Level Ultimate Level has appeared!
Regardless of the circumstances, this battle will be recorded in the annals of Yuelan Prefecture!
After a brief moment of silence, the entire stadium erupted in a tidal wave of frenzied cheers!