Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

Wang Ling spoke calmly. Yes, this was its pride. As the one who had always been considered the foremost among the Peacock Demon Clan's younger generation, even the royal youths of the Peacock Demon Clan would treat it with utmost respect. It possessed extraordinary talent; at just twelve years old, it had manifested the Peacock Golden Crown, yet it never slackened, continually striving hard.

At the age of sixteen, Wang Han had told it that it was the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Peacock Demon Clan and that in the future, it stood a chance of becoming the next patriarch. The Peacock Demon Clan faced pressure from the Ancestral Court, and only the emergence of an Emperor could solve all problems.

Wang Ling had always considered this its duty, relentlessly cultivating. Finally, a year and a half ago, it broke through and became a Demon King, also condensing the Peacock Golden Crown. Possessing the golden crown meant entitlement to inheritance; thus, it had always been the Gold Crown Prince. However, since it wasn't royalty, in the order of succession, it had to follow after Pretty Girl. But in Wang Ling's heart, it had never really seen Pretty Girl as a competitor. One reason was that she was of mixed blood, and the other was confidence in its own strength.

But what no one had expected was that in just this short span of one or two years, the Peacock Demon King took Pretty Girl into closed-door cultivation and then passed the Ancestral Land's assessment to wield the Heavenly Mechanism Feather. This led the princess and Wang Han to realize that the Peacock Demon King actually intended to pass the patriarch's position to Pretty Girl, this mixed-blood descendant.

It was also at that time that Wang Ling began to notice this younger sister. Although Wang Yan had mentioned to it quite early on that Pretty Girl was not weak, at that time, Wang Ling hadn't cared. It had never believed that among its peers, there existed anyone who could contend with it.

But now, things were different. Today, she already stood in the position to inherit the patriarch's role. Wang Ling had also received notification from Wang Han that the Hundred Birds Towards the Sun might be the final opportunity. Originally, challengers were not arranged to include Wang Ling because it was at the Demon King Level, and Pretty Girl was at the Ninth Stage. However, the dozens of challengers had lost their qualifications following Pretty Girl's advancement to Demon King.

There were still Demon Kings, and Wang Han had just transmitted a message for his son to wait and take the stage last, but Wang Ling couldn't wait any longer. Its inner pride made it the first to step forward. If it couldn't defeat Pretty Girl in a fair duel, what face would it have to compete for the position of patriarch? Its mindset also wouldn't allow it to be a mere opportunist.

"Please," Pretty Girl didn't intend to say much to it; in her eyes, everyone was an opponent. To defeat an opponent was the goal. There were still an unknown number of challenges to come, so there was no point in wasting time.

The platform's area wasn't very large, far from comparable to the competition stage of the Ancestral Court's elite competition, but the ground wasn't really the place for combat between powerhouses of their level.

Silver light flickered, and almost instantaneously, the figures of the two had risen into the air.

"No using of the Heavenly Mechanism Feather," the princess's voice came through. The Heavenly Mechanism Feather was a Tribal Artifact, and as controllers of space alike, possessing the Heavenly Mechanism Feather was too great an advantage.

But in reality, the Heavenly Mechanism Feather had already acknowledged Pretty Girl as its master, and the Hundred Birds Towards the Sun had no rules against using divine tools.

When she shouted out those words, the princess thought that the Peacock Great Demon King would prevent her, but to her surprise, the Peacock Great Demon King said nothing and continued to clasp its hand.

At that moment, the princess faintly felt the Peacock Great Demon King's palm was somewhat icy, seemingly lacking the usual warmth. She subconsciously looked towards her husband, only to hear him sigh and say, "It's of no use."

Both ascending, the two figures manifested simultaneously, each with a golden and a platinum Peacock Golden Crown above their heads, utterly dazzling.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Wang Ling gestured to Pretty Girl with an invitation to proceed.

Pretty Girl raised her right hand to the sky, her black hair billowing without any wind.

The next instant, the sky abruptly darkened, casting the entire ancient castle of the Peacock Demon Clan into shadow. Only specks of starlight intertwined.

Wang Ling was slightly taken aback. Heaven Shifting? Had she already mastered Heaven Shifting? She had just completed the Ancestral Court elite competition, which meant she should only have recently undergone her Tribulation! And now she had already grasped a magical skill?

As for Pretty Girl's identity as the champion of the Ancestral Court elite competition, it didn't pay much attention. In its view, if even this younger sister could achieve it, then without becoming God Rank, it would certainly be capable of the same.

But at this moment, its heart grew heavy. Heaven Shifting, after all, was not something that could be used casually. Of course, it knew how as well.

Silver light surged, and a Peacock feather appeared in Wang Ling's hand, while the Peacock Golden Crown atop its head also burst into dazzling brilliance. Suddenly, in the dark sky, the stars became even more luminous.

When two opponents both capable of Heaven Shifting engaged each other, the first contest was for dominance over the starlight, which was essentially a contest over space elements.

Pretty Girl still had her right hand pointed towards the sky, and the next instant, Wang Ling suddenly became disoriented. Pretty Girl's platinum crown above her head burst into radiant light, and a vast and boundless divine consciousness surged out from her as the center.

Wang Ling felt as though something had been stripped from its body, leaving an emptiness. In the next moment, it began to plummet through thin air, forced to unfurl its Peacock Wings to steady itself.

Silver ribbons of light coalesced in the air, swirling around Pretty Girl's body, silently merging with her delicate form. The ribbons gradually transformed into a vortex that spun around her, while Wang Ling had already lost all luster.

Pretty Girl, gazing at Wang Ling who was flying below her with the help of its wings, slowly lowered her right hand which had been pointing at the sky, and directed a finger towards Wang Ling.

Wang Ling instinctively lifted the Peacock feather in its hand, ready to activate its bloodline power and use its most proficient ability. But the next moment, it found its bloodline power seeming frozen, completely unresponsive. Worse yet, although there was an abundance of space elements around, not a single one heeded its command.

Almost instantly, it found itself frozen in mid-air, enveloped in a silver glow, and utterly unable to move even an inch.

With a flash of silver light, it reappeared below the stage, right in front of the Elders, bound by Spatial Locks that left it equally immobile.

In midair, Pretty Girl slightly furrowed her brow, she herself was somewhat surprised.

That's it?

Such a level dares to challenge me? This is far too easy compared to when I faced formidable opponents during the Ancestral Court Elite Competition.

When the battle was about to commence, she had called upon space power to merge herself with it, and then she sensed her opponent also trying to mobilize space power, even contesting her use of Heaven Shifting. Then, quite naturally, she drew all space elements to herself, and then, she simply stripped the opponent of their space power. Yes, stripped it outright.

In her presence, Wang Ling couldn't stir a single space element. On the same attribute level, this is called level suppression, or it could also be termed bloodline suppression. As controllers of space, the opponent lost all mastery over space in front of her. So how were they to fight?

The simplest Spatial Binding sent Wang Ling straight back to the ground—the battle was over.

The whole place instantly fell dead silent.

The people of the Peacock Demon Clan knew who Wang Ling was, and they were aware of its great talent and strength, the true first among the younger generation. Even Foreign Races, not knowing Wang Ling, could tell it was a Demon King Level powerhouse!

But here, both Demon Kings, and yet the battle ended after just one exchange.

What kind of power gap was this? It was an absolute crushing defeat!