Just then, a black shadow lunged towards her.
Zi Linling smiled faintly and said loudly, "Mo Qingcheng, three months have passed, and you've learned to bring gifts. But you'll likely be disappointed."
Her accurate identification of Mo Qingcheng's identity naturally caused a stir.
The onlookers widened their eyes, especially the bookie, who was utterly speechless.
He never imagined that the cloaked woman who had nonchalantly wagered thirty million low-grade spirit stones on Mo Qingcheng would be Mo Qingcheng herself.
He had managed thousands of gambling matches, and this was the first time he'd witnessed two principals engaging in a wager.
Interesting!
Interesting!
The bookie seemed to understand his employer's intentions.
Although her identity was revealed, Mo Qingcheng showed no signs of stopping; instead, she accelerated her charge towards Zi Linling.
Her speed was considerable, but it paled in comparison to the Phantom Dragon Step.
Having exposed Mo Qingcheng's identity, Zi Linling smiled faintly and, with a thought, channeled spiritual energy to her feet.
Activating the Phantom Dragon Step, she moved with a speed faster than an arrow, racing towards Nine Absolutes Peak.
By the time Mo Qingcheng landed on the chain, Zi Linling was already ten meters ahead.
"Bitch! Today is your death day!"
Mo Qingcheng shrieked and gave chase.
However, her voice had lost its youthful clarity, replaced by a hoarse rasp.
The chain was only as thick as a fist. Even walking on it was a challenge for ordinary people, let alone sprinting at such speed.
The distance between Soul Severing Cliff and Nine Absolutes Peak was about fifty meters.
As they pursued and fled, they had already covered half the distance.
Strangely, despite bearing the weight of two people, the chain did not sway violently.
Zi Linling's steps quickened, and with a mocking smile, she retorted, "Who are you calling a bitch?"
Mo Qingcheng, already flustered by her inability to catch up, blurted out, "I'm calling you a bitch!"
Zi Linling beamed and landed on the platform at the summit of Nine Absolutes Peak, murmuring to herself, "No wonder that sounds unpleasant. So, a bitch is calling me a bitch."
Though spoken softly, her words clearly reached the ears of every onlooker.
"Hahaha…"
Peals of harsh laughter erupted from Soul Severing Cliff.
Mo Qingcheng was still a considerable distance from Nine Absolutes Peak.
Hearing Zi Linling's words, she became even more enraged.
Distracted for a moment, her foot slipped, and she almost fell from the chain.
Fortunately, her reaction was swift.
She hooked the slipping foot firmly onto the chain and, using that slight leverage, pulled herself up and spun twice before regaining her balance on the chain.
Although she had escaped danger, she was drenched in cold sweat.
This was Nine Absolutes Peak; falling would mean utter annihilation.
Mo Qingcheng's hatred for Zi Linling deepened.
She dared not be distracted again and, gritting her teeth, rushed onto the summit platform of Nine Absolutes Peak.
The moment she landed, a gust of wind erupted between them.
"Bitch, die!"
With a thought, Mo Qingcheng summoned a long sword.
Spiritual fire surged from the sword, and she slashed towards Zi Linling's neck.
Zi Linling smiled faintly and, her Phantom Dragon Step shifting rapidly, easily evaded the incoming sword energy.
She mockingly asked with a smile, "Mo Qingcheng, three months have passed, and you haven't improved at all?"
Mo Qingcheng, having missed her mark, quickly retracted and thrust her sword again, angrily retorting, "It's enough to kill you!"
Zi Linling's feet shifted again, and she appeared behind Mo Qingcheng, taunting, "Too slow!"
Mo Qingcheng's fury burned as she unleashed a barrage of attacks: slashes, chops, thrusts, and cuts, constantly changing her tactics.
However, under the boost of the Phantom Dragon Step, Zi Linling effortlessly dodged every deadly strike.
It was as if she were toying with her opponent.
Half an hour passed in a flash. Despite Mo Qingcheng's fierce attacks, she couldn't even touch Zi Linling's clothes, fueling her rage.
"Bitch, you forced my hand!"
Beneath her cloak, Mo Qingcheng's expression turned ferocious, and the aura around her abruptly shifted.
An aura of darkness, coldness, evil, and brutality enveloped her.
"Demonic energy!"
The old man with the white beard and the old woman carrying a flower basket exclaimed in shock.
However, their voices were drowned out by the surrounding clamor.
Zi Linling's brows furrowed, her face filled with disgust.
She found the aura emanating from Mo Qingcheng intensely unpleasant.
"Wildfire!"
With a thought, a wall of fire appeared between them.
The demonic energy Mo Qingcheng radiated was instantly incinerated into nothingness upon contact with the flames.
Zi Linling's furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and she chuckled, "Fairy Qingcheng? Heh! How ironic!"
Mo Qingcheng's face beneath the cloak turned exceedingly grim.
She transmitted her voice telepathically to Yue Wudi within her body, "Didn't you say your demonic arts are impervious to spiritual fire? What is happening here then?"
Yue Wudi responded with confusion, "How could mere spiritual fire possibly break my demonic arts? Hand over control of your body to me, and let me see what's going on!"
Mo Qingcheng sneered, "I'll hand it over, but you'd better not play any tricks, or I'll drag you down with me!"
Yue Wudi chuckled, "Don't worry! I'll just take a look. I won't occupy your body for too long."
While saying this, he thought with fierce malice, "Hmph! Once I find a way back, I'll devour your soul!"
"You'd better," Mo Qingcheng retorted sarcastically and relinquished control of her body.
Yue Wudi's soul instantly took possession of Mo Qingcheng's physical form.
He felt incredibly awkward due to the difference in gender.
Just as Zi Linling breathed a sigh of relief, she sensed Mo Qingcheng's aura changing once again.
This aura was entirely unfamiliar.
A sense of alarm washed over her. She released a wisp of her divine sense, forming it into a soul needle, and warily eyed Mo Qingcheng, who had become a complete stranger.
"You're not Mo Qingcheng. Who are you?"
Yue Wudi burst into laughter and said, "You're truly perceptive!"
His words undoubtedly confirmed he was not Mo Qingcheng.
"Who exactly are you?"
Zi Linling's vigilance deepened, and she subtly gripped her scalpel.
"Hahaha…"
Yue Wudi let out a hearty laugh, "Fascinating, truly fascinating! I never expected such a barren place as the Tianyuan Continent to possess someone who could comprehend the power of laws. No wonder you could break my demonic arts!"