With that, Little Fisher vanished in an instant, and the next moment she reappeared right before Zhao Cangjin.
At that moment, she also raised her cultivation to the level of a seventh rank True God.
Her sword thrust forward, aimed straight at Zhao Cangjin's chest.
That strike was not intended to take his life, but if it landed, Zhao Cangjin would undoubtedly suffer grievous injuries.
Zhao Cangjin sensed the fierce and domineering sharpness of Little Fisher's attack — clean, decisive, without the slightest wasted movement.
From that single strike alone, he realized that this little girl before him was even more formidable than the one who had fought him just moments ago.
He didn't dare take it lightly and immediately retreated while raising his divine weapon spear, attempting to deflect the incoming strike.
However, at the very moment Zhao Cangjin shifted, Little Fisher's sword momentum changed as well — transforming from a thrust into a sweeping arc, slashing toward the arm with which he gripped his spear.
Zhao Cangjin did his best to dodge, but a spray of blood still flew into the air.
Glancing at his arm, where flesh was torn open and a sword wound cut down to the bone, killing intent surged in Zhao Cangjin's eyes.
Whoosh— But before he could make his move, the whistling sound of a blade pierced through the air. Little Fisher's sword was once again thrusting toward his chest.
Zhao Cangjin had no choice but to dodge again, but Little Fisher's speed was simply faster than his.
"Damn it."
Zhao Cangjin cursed inwardly, and then a golden radiance emerged from within his body. Dense martial power formed a protective barrier that enveloped him like armor.
Zhao Cangjin was the first to deploy a martial skill.
And every member of the Zhao Immortal Clan recognized at a glance how powerful that skill was.
This was no ordinary martial technique. It was a Three-Stage Divine Prohibition — a defensive martial skill exclusive to the Zhao Immortal Clan.
In terms of defensive strength, this technique far surpassed the Immortal Dragon Spear Art that Zhao Cangjin had used in his fight against Sea Fisher Shaoyu.
Deploying such a technique meant he had gotten serious, but it also proved that he was panicking.
But what happened next left nearly everyone except Little Fisher's family utterly stunned.
Once that defensive martial skill was activated, Zhao Cangjin stopped dodging altogether, confident he could withstand Little Fisher's attacks.
But now, blood was flowing freely from both sides of his chest.
Little Fisher's sword had pierced clean through his chest — and through the martial skill he had been so proud of.
"You..."
Zhao Cangjin stared at the divine weapon sword in Little Fisher's hand and realized what had happened.
An offensive martial skill — an immensely powerful one — had been condensed by Little Fisher into that divine weapon sword.
And the condensation was executed with extraordinary precision. All the outward aura had been eliminated, leaving only raw force. Without a careful look, one wouldn't even notice.
"You have lost!"
As Little Fisher spoke, she withdrew the sword from Zhao Cangjin's chest.
Seeing this, Zhao Daobin, hovering high above in the void, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
He knew that his grandson had indeed been defeated.
Anyone with a shred of common sense understood that condensing such a powerful offensive martial skill into a sword like that required an extraordinarily high level of mastery over that technique.
Under normal combat conditions, that sword would be absolutely terrifying and had to be treated with the utmost caution.
And once that sword had pierced through one's body, the outcome was already decided.
Had Little Fisher wished it, she could simply have released the martial skill's power condensed within the sword, and Zhao Cangjin's soul would have shattered, his body obliterated into ash on the spot.
But just as Little Fisher turned and began walking toward Sea Fisher Shaoyu, Zhao Cangjin's voice came from behind her.
"It isn't over yet. Where do you think you're going?"
She looked back and saw that Zhao Cangjin was enveloped in a layer of golden qi that blazed like raging flames.
Once that golden qi appeared, Zhao Cangjin's aura surged to a dramatically higher level.
Little Fisher recognized it — this was the same technique Zhao Cangjin had tried to use against Chu Feng earlier.
The only difference was that back then, he had barely activated it before Zhao Tingxue intervened.
"Holy crap, this... this son of a bitch can't accept losing?!"
Seeing this, Wang Qiang launched into a furious tirade, then turned his gaze toward Zhao Laoba, patriarch of the Zhao Immortal Clan.
That little look of his said it plain — are you going to do something about this or not?
"That behavior is indeed not exactly honorable."
"But the little girl also didn't wait for Zhao Cangjin to admit defeat before she stopped."
The moment those words left Zhao Laoba's mouth, Wang Qiang knew the patriarch had no intention of stepping in.
"Truly a... a bunch of the same damn breed." Wang Qiang cursed outright.