With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi-Chapter 95 : Mangekyō Sharingan

Lu Xueqi, at this moment, was facing none other than Ancestor Duanmu, who possessed the strength of the Fourth Level of the Upper Purity Realm.
Surprisingly, she handled it with ease.
Even though she only displayed the power of the First Level of the Upper Purity Realm, the 《Tai Chi Profound Immortal Scripture》 that had undergone transformation was no longer the same as before.
Every fierce strike Ancestor Duanmu unleashed, those powerful Demonic Path secret techniques, would weaken as if cut down by an invisible force whenever they neared Lu Xueqi’s body.
By the time they actually reached her, they posed no threat to her at all.
In contrast, Lu Xueqi’s attacks, though appearing like mere fluctuations of spiritual power at the First Level of the Upper Purity Realm, secretly contained a terrifying power of devouring.
With every sword beam she slashed, the air twisted and warped.
When Ancestor Duanmu’s magic treasure collided with her Tianyao Divine Sword, the energy within it was instantly devoured like a black hole, draining away in an instant, and its might plummeted.
Such a battle left Ancestor Duanmu’s expression dark as water.
He had roamed the Demonic Path for countless years, yet now, when facing a junior like Lu Xueqi, he found himself so stifled.
Clutching the great demonic banner in his hand, his heart was full of doubt.
“Am I too weak, or is she too strong?”
But after only a moment’s thought, he attributed the reason to her.
In his mind, with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his grasp, he had been able to stand against experts of even higher realms without falling behind. His combat strength could not possibly be the problem.
It could only be that Lu Xueqi was too powerful.
After several exchanges with Ancestor Duanmu, joy surged in Lu Xueqi’s heart.
She realized that with only her ordinary First Level of the Upper Purity Realm cultivation, the power unleashed by the transformed 《Tai Chi Profound Immortal Scripture》 was already enough to match experts at the Third or even Fourth Level of the Upper Purity Realm.
If she were to go all out, extinguishing a mere Ancestor Duanmu would be nothing but a trivial task.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan’s battle with the Bloodsucking Old Demon was just as tense.
Though the Bloodsucking Old Demon’s cultivation far surpassed Zhang Xiaofan’s, he found himself restrained and suppressed by this ordinary-faced youth before him.
Every move he attacked with seemed to be firmly countered.
What shocked him even more was that the secret techniques Zhang Xiaofan unleashed carried a force not inferior to that of the Demonic Path.
This made the Bloodsucking Old Demon begin to suspect: Was this youth truly a disciple of the righteous path?
Not only that, but in the midst of battle, the blood qi within the Bloodsucking Old Demon’s body surged uncontrollably.
He had always cultivated a domineering bloodsucking technique—when fighting others, it was always his opponents whose qi and blood were thrown into chaos, their strength plummeting.
Yet today, against Zhang Xiaofan, it was his own strength that could not fully manifest. At most, he could exert only eighty or ninety percent of his power, leaving him stifled beyond measure.
Meanwhile, after deciding to go all out, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu instantly grew fierce.
Qin Wuyan, who had barely been holding on, suddenly turned pale, the pressure mounting.
At that critical moment, he wanted to call for help from Ancestor Duanmu and the Bloodsucking Old Demon.
But turning his head, he saw the two of them also failing to gain the upper hand against Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan.
In that split second of distraction, Lin Jingyu seized the chance, his sword slicing across Qin Wuyan’s chest.
In an instant, blood sprayed, and Qin Wuyan cried out in pain, his body hastily retreating.
If not for Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu’s wariness of the terrifying poison within him, that single strike might have taken his life.
Even so, Qin Wuyan was already gravely injured, blood gushing from his chest, his face turning deathly pale.
Qin Wuyan’s expression grew utterly cold.
Ever since suspecting Qi Hao of also being a transmigrator, he had harbored murderous intent toward him.
Now, after being gravely injured by the joint strike of the two, his hatred surged to its peak.
It was as if he had resolved upon some decision, roaring coldly:
“Baga, the two of you are seeking death!”
Hearing this furious cry, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu sneered.
Qi Hao’s tone was full of disdain.
“Just you?”
Back on Longshou Peak, he had been humiliated by Lu Xueqi and suppressed by Lin Jingyu, leaving his heart full of bitterness.
Now, upon learning that Qin Wuyan was a transmigrator, an excitement he had long forgotten welled up within him, his eyes brimming with a battle intent eager to burst forth.
Qin Wuyan, seeing the expressions of the two, grew even more furious.
In his eyes, these two were nothing more than ants—how dare they look down on him so?
His gaze instantly turned as cold as ice.
“Since you seek death, don’t blame me!”
Before his words even fell, spiritual power surged violently within him, and the blood-colored tomoe symbols in his eyes began to spin rapidly, finally transforming into the shape of a scythe.
Qi Hao could not help but cry out in shock:
“Mangekyo Sharingan!”
Yet as Qin Wuyan forcefully activated the Mangekyo Sharingan, sharp pain stabbed through his eyes, twin streams of bloody tears flowing uncontrollably as his vision blurred.
With his current strength, he was not qualified to control such power. Forcing it open would not only severely damage his eyesight but also prematurely expose his greatest trump card.
He had never trusted his master, the Poison God, and had originally planned to keep the Mangekyo Sharingan as a life-saving hidden skill.
But now, in order to kill Qi Hao, he had no choice but to take the risk.
As the Mangekyo Sharingan fully manifested, Qin Wuyan’s aura skyrocketed, breaking through the Upper Purity Realm in an instant before stabilizing at the First Level of the Upper Purity Realm.
But this surge in power was only temporary. Once the Sharingan closed, not only would his strength fall back to the Ninth Level of the Jade Purity Realm, it might even regress further.
Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu’s expressions changed drastically. Exchanging a glance, the two immediately retreated without hesitation.
Seeing them flee, Qin Wuyan’s expression grew colder, and he shouted harshly:
“Do you think you can escape?”
His figure flickered as he pursued relentlessly. At the same time, the symbols in his eyes spun rapidly, and he roared:
“Amaterasu!”
In an instant, two clusters of black flames ignited before him, surging forward like venomous snakes, streaking straight toward Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu.
Staring at the eerie black flames, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu’s faces turned ashen. Desperately, they fled with all their strength.
At that very moment, while still battling Ancestor Duanmu, Lu Xueqi sharply sensed the danger surrounding Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu.
She cast them a brief glance, then looked away.
With her current strength, killing Ancestor Duanmu was but the matter of a single instant.
But she harbored wariness toward Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu. If the two of them were to fall at Qin Wuyan’s hands, it would actually suit her intentions.
Moreover, she had already confirmed that Qin Wuyan was a transmigrator. If the few of them ended up fighting to the point where all sides suffered, it would be all the better.
Thus, Lu Xueqi continued to spar effortlessly with Ancestor Duanmu.
Meanwhile, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu’s situation grew increasingly perilous.
Already somewhat weaker than Qin Wuyan, who had broken through, they dared not face the terrifying black flames of Amaterasu head-on. They could only dodge frantically across the skies.
Fortunately, the two coordinated closely. For a time, Qin Wuyan was unable to finish them off, leaving the fight in a stalemate.
Amidst the battle, Lu Xueqi’s expression suddenly shifted.
Her spiritual sense abruptly caught hold of a powerful aura rapidly approaching. This aura was far stronger than Ancestor Duanmu’s!
In a flash, Lu Xueqi dodged the strike of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and hurriedly transmitted her voice to Zhang Xiaofan.
“Zhang Xiaofan, be careful! Another expert is rushing toward us from afar!”
Zhang Xiaofan, receiving her message, felt his heart tighten. His movements grew even more cautious.