Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Bloodline Suppression!

With a furious shout from Dong Fang Xu: “Two-Headed Sacred Lion!” a beam of spiritual light shot from the center of his brow.

It fell onto the dueling platform and turned into a lion. Its body was huge and solid, with two heads full of sharp fangs and fierce eyes. Compared to normal lions, its necks were much longer.

A powerful, terrifying aura rolled off it, and the twin roars from its two mouths were loud enough to make ears ring.

Such a dominant Contracted Beast drew a wave of exclamations across Fengling Terrace.

Someone gasped: “That’s a Two-Headed Sacred Lion, one of the strongest-blooded Spirit Beasts in the Cultivation World!”

Beast Taming Sect Master Guan Hui sat up a little straighter with pride.

Dong Fang Xu had not become the Beast Taming Sect’s Young Sect Master for nothing; his own strength was not to be underestimated.

He lifted his chin, a confident grin tugging at his mouth. His wild look made it seem like Shen Sang Ruo had already lost.

Shen Sang Ruo stared at the Two-Headed Sacred Lion not far away, thinking about how to handle it with her Luan Feather Fan. Heat pulsed between her brows. Before she could act, a fluffy black-and-white ball had already planted itself in front of her.

The round little body stood with its back to her, yet from that back she could see both seriousness and anger. Zhu Miao had stayed quietly in her sea of consciousness for some time. She had been so focused on the Sect Grand Tournament that she had almost forgotten she even had a Contracted Beast. [Right, Zhu Miao can fight too, can’t he?]

She dismissed that thought at once. Zhu Miao could be so strong an Old Shaman would yield, yet at his weakest he could barely climb a platform dozens of meters high. She could not tell what state he was in now. She had brought this bear out of the Phantom Mirage Domain; she would not let it get hurt. She said softly, “Zhu Miao, come back.”

The little bundle stomped in place, its whole bear body saying, “Don’t look down on me.”

A ten-pound bear with twenty pounds of stubborn streak.

Dong Fang Xu eyed Zhu Miao and scoffed: “So you’re a Beast Cultivator? I thought that feather fan in your hand was your tool. I didn’t expect we were the same trade.” He burst out laughing: “And that thing counts as a Contracted Beast? Hahaha…”

Beside him, the Two-Headed Sacred Lion also let out booming, mocking laughter.

Shen Dao Chen and Master Ling Xiao watched Zhu Miao with unreadable expressions. They knew well that Shen Sang Ruo was not a Beast Cultivator.

Dong Fang Xu curled his lip, certain he had this round in the bag: “I thought you were someone special, but you actually want to compete with that tiny thing.”

On Shen Sang Ruo’s side, she was still tugging with Zhu Miao and did not hear a word of Dong Fang Xu’s prattle.

He snapped an order: “Two-Headed Sacred Lion, go. I permit you to take a leg from each of them.”

The rules said no killing of people or Contracted Beasts, but there was no ban on crippling the other side.

Cruel excitement flashed in his eyes. Two-Headed Sacred Lions were bloodthirsty and battle-mad, just like their master.

It charged at Zhu Miao with a roar.

Spectators muttered: “That Spirit Beast of Shen Sang Ruo is probably doomed. What a pity to end up with that kind of master.”

Another sighed: “She’s foolish too. How dare she send a Spirit Beast like that onto the platform? Boring. I waited all this time for nothing.”

Zhu Miao was already sulking because Shen Sang Ruo wouldn’t let him fight. Hearing the lion’s twin roars doubled his annoyance. [Yell, yell, yell. You’re driving this bear crazy.]

[First I’ll deal with this two-headed bug, then I’ll start round two of arguing with Shen Sang Ruo.]

The Two-Headed Sacred Lion’s Spiritual Pressure surged.

Demonic beasts and spirit beasts are not like cultivators; among them, bloodline suppression is especially obvious. Spirit Beasts with stronger bloodlines, when facing lower ones, can kill them just by releasing bloodline suppression.

The Two-Headed Sacred Lion assumed the weak Zhu Miao would collapse the same way.

So when Zhu Miao stood firm without moving, both lion heads showed surprise.

The little dumpling stared up at the charging giant with beady eyes and gave a single low growl.

In the next instant, the Two-Headed Sacred Lion froze like stone, rooted to the spot. Terror twisted both faces.

From behind, all Dong Fang Xu could see were the lion’s trembling hind legs and its tightly tucked tail.

His smile went stiff. Through the Spirit Pact, he felt the beast’s bottomless fear.

This had never happened to the Two-Headed Sacred Lion before. On the high platform, Sect Master Guan Hui’s face sank. He already understood what was going on, though Dong Fang Xu did not.

All the watching cultivators had seen it too, and the crowd’s whispers rose.

Red with embarrassment, Dong Fang Xu shouted at his Contracted Beast: “Two-Headed Sacred Lion, what are you doing? Hurry and throw that woman and her Spirit Beast off the platform!”

The lion only trembled harder and even let out a pleading whine, as if begging its master for protection.

Even Shen Sang Ruo was a little surprised. But feeling Little Zhu Miao’s smug delight through the Spirit Pact, she understood at once. [This little guy can even suppress the Two-Headed Sacred Lion by bloodline?]

Zhu Miao toddled forward on short legs, step by step. The pressure from his small body made the towering beast avoid his eyes.

The lion lowered both heads and backed away in fear, whimpering. Its earlier arrogance was gone.

Dong Fang Xu’s pride shattered. Even when he tried to force a battle order through the Spirit Pact, the Two-Headed Sacred Lion stayed the same.

He ground his teeth: “Useless beast! Go!” He kicked the lion hard. “All these years feeding you for nothing!”

Knowing the lion posed no threat to Zhu Miao, Shen Sang Ruo folded her arms and watched the show. The mockery at her lips was the same as Dong Fang Xu’s earlier.

The onlookers were stunned. More and more of them saw the truth: the Two-Headed Sacred Lion was under Zhu Miao’s bloodline suppression. Their faces turned even more shocked.

After all, a Two-Headed Sacred Lion’s bloodline could rival a Flood Dragon. To be suppressed by a Bamboo Bear was unthinkable. People stared at Zhu Miao and whispered: “What is that Spirit Beast’s true origin?”

Before guesses could spread, the next scene dropped the terrace into silence.

Zhu Miao glared at the lion, his figure turning into a streak of light. No one could even see him move. They only saw the lion’s two long necks suddenly twisted into a knotted cross, both mouths silenced at once.

A moment later, some unseen kick sent the giant beast flying off the platform. It hit the ground and fainted cold.

That enormous, domineering Two-Headed Sacred Lion had no power to fight back in front of Zhu Miao.

The little dumpling snorted, patted his paws, and turned back toward Shen Sang Ruo. His easy look made it seem like he had just booted a stray dog.

The gap in strength was that clear.

Dong Fang Xu stood there, completely dumbfounded.

Someone called out politely from the viewing area: “Young Sect Master Dong Fang’s Spirit Beast seems to have a problem. You’d better go take a look.”

Shen Sang Ruo smiled, lifted her fan, and with a casual sweep sent the stunned Dong Fang Xu “off the platform.”