Wan Shuwén’s smile remained, but his tone was filled with confidence.
Mò Qiān was unfazed. A banner appeared in his hand.
He waved it a few times, and suddenly gusts of wind rushed out from the banner, revolving around him.
These winds blew away the ink that had bound Mò Qiān.
"Oh, a top-grade spiritual artifact, the Zhenyun Banner!"
Wan Shuwén recognized the banner in Mò Qiān's hand.
However, he wasn't particularly surprised. Instead, he asked, "Esteemed Mò Qiān, is this your trump card? To defeat me, it seems insufficient!"
Mò Qiān said coldly, "You are indeed powerful, I must admit."
"However, what about this?"
As he spoke, black patterns suddenly appeared on his face.
The patterns were like a fierce, dancing dragon, incredibly ferocious, and becoming clearer and clearer.
"What is this?"
Wan Shuwén looked at Mò Qiān, whose face was covered in black patterns, and thought to himself, what in the world is this?
Mò Qiān exuded a strong aura of slaughter.
Even some youths from the Guān Xīng Tower shivered.
This aura of slaughter was too terrifying, instilling a sense of fear.
Only Mù Qīngqíng and the few Heavenly Sovereign realm ancestors present knew what it was.
"The Mò Lóng Totem, after so many years, someone from the Mò Yuān Empire has finally awakened this bloodline!"
The ancestors looked at Mò Qiān, a flicker of excitement in their eyes.
This Mò Lóng Totem was a unique bloodline of the Mò Yuān Empire, a bloodline divine ability left by the founding emperor, Mò Jūnlín, also known as the Mò Lóng Sacred Emperor.
However, after the Mò Lóng Sacred Emperor, no one in the subsequent dynasties had awakened it.
Now, this former prince Mò Qiān, abandoned by the Mò Yuān Empire, had successfully awakened the Mò Lóng Totem!
The awakening of this bloodline by Mò Qiān meant the Mò Yuān Empire was on the verge of a resurgence.
"Although the Mò Lóng Totem was mentioned in the original novel, I know very little about it. What kind of power does this Mò Lóng Totem possess?"
Mù Qīngqíng was also somewhat puzzled, looking at the black patterns on Mò Qiān's face.
As the Mò Lóng patterns spread across his entire face, Mò Qiān suddenly let out a pained cry.
"Ah~"
Mò Qiān's body contorted and struggled violently, as if enduring immense pain.
Finally, Mò Qiān's struggles ceased.
He slowly stood up, his face pale, clearly having endured great suffering.
Looking at Wan Shuwén, Mò Qiān said in a deep voice, "Honestly, I don't want to use this power, as I cannot fully control it yet."
Hearing this, Wan Shuwén's eyes narrowed slightly.
Sensing Mò Qiān's surging spiritual power, Wan Shuwén felt a sense of apprehension.
His gaze became extremely serious, daring not to be careless.
"Zhenyun Banner, Wind Sweeps Away Clouds!"
Mò Qiān, panting, wielded the Zhenyun Banner.
Instantly, a terrifying gust of wind erupted from the banner, sweeping towards Wan Shuwén.
Wan Shuwén's expression turned solemn as he activated the brush in his hand.
In an instant, the brushwork bloomed.
Countless ink lotuses materialized under his pen, meeting Mò Qiān's gust of wind.
The two forces collided in mid-air, emitting a violent roar.
"Boom boom!"
A loud bang echoed as the ink lotuses and the gust of wind dissipated simultaneously, leaving a pool of ink on the Ascension Platform.
The clash of the two forces had resulted in no clear victor.
The people from Guān Xīng Tower were all shocked, watching the battle between the two on the platform.
"The young man from Sì Xiàng Academy is fighting Wan Shuwén to a draw? How is this possible!"
"Is this Mò Lóng Totem really that powerful?"
Wan Shuwén was inwardly shocked. He felt that Mò Qiān, with the Mò Lóng Totem activated, was even stronger than he had imagined.
That last move had nearly unsettled his mind with the ferocious might of the Mò Lóng, and he had almost been interfered with by the power of the Mò Lóng Totem.
However, Wan Shuwén was not one to be trifled with.
He flicked his wrist, and the top-grade spiritual artifact, the Sage Brush, in his hand traced through the air.
An arcane fluctuation erupted from the brush.
The next moment, countless ink droplets transformed into icy arrows, shooting directly at Mò Qiān.
Mò Qiān's long banner swayed, blocking all the dense ink bamboo.
Fueled by the fierce power unleashed by the activated Mò Lóng Totem, Mò Qiān fought with increasing vigor.
Wan Shuwén grew increasingly alarmed as he fought.
He couldn't comprehend how this young man could unleash such power.
If this continued, he was bound to lose.
With a moment's lapse in attention, Wan Shuwén was struck by the Zhenyun Banner and sent flying backward.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Mò Qiān was also not faring well. Since he couldn't fully withstand the power of the Mò Lóng Totem, blood also flowed from his nose and mouth.
However, he still tightly gripped the Zhenyun Banner, gritting his teeth and persevering, his eyes fixed on Wan Shuwén in the distance.
If Wan Shuwén continued to attack, he would retaliate immediately.
Wan Shuwén saw through Mò Qiān's intentions. He knew this young man intended to fight him to the death.
So, Wan Shuwén quickly withdrew his hand and said to Mò Qiān:
"Brother Mò Qiān, stop. I concede! You win!"
Upon hearing this, Mò Qiān breathed a sigh of relief but remained vigilant, his grip on the Zhenyun Banner still firm.
Seeing this, Wan Shuwén gave a wry smile, thinking how stubborn this Mò Qiān was.
"Alright, Brother Mò Qiān. I am not someone who cannot afford to lose. Since I have conceded, I will not attack you sneakily."
Wan Shuwén waved his hand, signaling Mò Qiān to stop, and said solemnly, "Our Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Association has always been able to afford to lose and let go!"
Hearing Wan Shuwén's words, Mò Qiān finally relaxed.
He put away the Zhenyun Banner, and the Mò Lóng Totem on his face slowly receded.
Mò Qiān wiped the blood from his lips and said to Wan Shuwén, "Admitted!"
The moment Wan Shuwén conceded,
Everyone from Guān Xīng Tower was stunned.
They looked at Wan Shuwén with disbelief.
They simply couldn't believe that Wan Shuwén had actually lost.
The elders of the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Association also wore expressions of disbelief.
Wan Shuwén was a rare prodigy from their association in recent years, yet he had lost to an unknown disciple of Sì Xiàng Academy.
"Didn't Shuwén still have a trump card? Why did he concede?"
An elder from the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Association couldn't help but ask, with a hint of doubt and suspicion in his tone.
However, the会长 of the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Association, Wan Lǜqīng, shook his head and said, "Enough. This is Shuwén's own decision. Let it be."
Hearing Wan Lǜqīng's words, the others remained silent.
"Mò Qiān won?"
Liú Yuánhào was also surprised.
Initially, Sì Xiàng Academy had sent only new disciples, and Mò Qiān had encountered the prodigy Wan Shuwén.
He hadn't held out much hope, but he didn't expect Mò Qiān to win.
"This disciple, Mò Qiān, I had underestimated him. He is so defying the heavens, to force Wan Shuwén to concede, truly bringing great honor to Sì Xiàng Academy."
Liú Yuánhào said with a smile, admiration flickering in his eyes.
Mò Qiān's performance was indeed worthy of his praise.
"Wan Shuwén, who originally placed third in the East Continent Grand Competition, has lost to Mò Qiān! This suggests that the rankings for this East Continent Grand Competition may undergo a significant upheaval."
Mù Qīngqíng murmured to herself.