A terrifying clash of metal rang throughout the heavens, the metallic reverberation spreading ripples visible to the naked eye. This time, however, Mo Xingtian was no longer forcing Liu Bai into retreat. Instead, Liu Bai twisted gracefully, tapping lightly upon the void with his toes as he dispersed the immense power transmitted through his arm.
"Dragon Devour!"
Mo Xingtian's demonic spear trembled violently as an overwhelming surge of black light burst forth. With a resonant dragon's roar, the weapon shot from his hand, transforming midair into a colossal demonic dragon thousands of meters long that coiled within the sky.
Roar!
The demonic dragon let out an ear-splitting roar, its immense claws, spanning hundreds of meters, reaching down to seize Liu Bai from above, blotting out the heavens.
Liu Bai's expression grew solemn. Raising the Purple Heaven Sword, countless streaks of lightning flickered around him as sword shadows manifested within the thunderous glow. In the next moment, they converged into a single titanic lightning sword, thousands of meters long, its blade gleaming with azure brilliance. Faint traces of golden thunder coursed across its surface as Liu Bai swung it downward toward the demonic dragon above.
"Ten Thousand Thunder Sword Art, All Swords as One!"
Buzz!
The colossal lightning sword pierced the heavens and the earth. When it descended upon the demonic dragon, the air itself quaked with a soul-piercing hum that made everyone instinctively want to cover their ears.
Mo Xingtian's expression changed drastically as he watched the enormous lightning sword cleave through the dragon's body with ease. The next instant, the demonic dragon shattered into black light and shot back into his hand.
Now, the Devouring Demonic Dargon Spear appeared dim and lifeless, its once-mighty shaft marred by a deep sword mark nearly cleaving it in half.
Such severe damage would cripple the weapon's power even if vast resources were spent repairing it.
The demonic dragon was slain, and the lightning sword dissipated shortly after. The azure Purple Heaven Sword flew back into Liu Bai's hand, gleaming proudly like a victorious general. Faint waves of radiant light pulsed across its surface, and soft sword cries echoed between heaven and earth as if it were expressing its triumph, seeking praise from its master.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was utterly dumbfounded. They exchanged shocked glances, trembling uncontrollably. When the demonic dragon had appeared earlier, they were certain Liu Bai would perish. Yet now, after seeing him cleave it apart with a single stroke, disbelief filled their hearts.
Was this truly a battle between Heaven Completion Realm cultivators?
Compared to these two, their own strength at the same level felt utterly meaningless.
Outside Divine Spiritual Mountain, the smiles that had been on the faces of the Yellow Dragon Sovereign and Red Dragon Sovereign froze instantly. Violent killing intent erupted from their bodies, surging straight toward Zhu Tian and Mo You in the distance.
"Damn it! Your Northern Heaven Spiritual Academy dares to destroy the treasured artifact of my Demonic Dargon Palace? You truly court death!"
Unfortunately for them, Zhu Tian and Mo You were entirely unfazed by the threats. Mo You even chuckled softly. "Why so furious, Yellow Dragon Sovereign? It's merely a contest between the younger generation. But if you're truly eager to spar with someone, I wouldn't mind entertaining you myself."
He had long wanted to strike ever since Yellow Dragon Sovereign began his provocations, but Zhu Tian had repeatedly held him back.
Hearing this, both Dragon Sovereigns glared coldly at them but said nothing more, though the killing intent in their eyes could no longer be concealed.
Zhu Tian's gaze flickered slightly. After glancing toward the situation within Divine Spiritual Mountain, he quietly crushed a jade slip hidden in his hand.
That simple action would soon save both their lives.
"I didn't expect you to actually injure my Devouring Demonic Dargon Spear with a single strike. It seems you've been concealing your true strength all along."
Mo Xingtian's once-dead eyes now burned with fury and murderous intent.
"Are you… looking down on me?"
Since his debut, Mo Xingtian had never been this enraged. Even when he had faced countless brushes with death, his heart had remained calm as still water.
But now, he was truly furious.
Drops of crimson blood began to trickle from his fingertips. He touched them to his forehead, letting the blood flow down as red threads crept into his lifeless pupils. Gradually, an eerie and sinister blood sigil took shape across his face.
Seeing this, Liu Bai couldn't help but grimace. "What kind of ghostly technique is this? Does the Demonic Dargon Palace practice arts from the Blood Fiend Clan now? Maybe they picked it up when they were invaded by vampires?"
In the original records, both the Black Dragon and White Dragon were refugees who fled from the White Dragon Continent to the lower planes of the Great Thousand World, seeking a way to save their homeland. However, differences in belief caused their eventual split, leading to the White Dragon's death and the creation of the White Dragon Spirit Pearl that Mu Chen would later obtain.
The current Demonic Dargon Palace truly seemed to have inherited the path of heretical demonic arts.
"This should be the so-called Devouring Dragon Demonic Rune, right? Looks like his final desperate technique," Liu Bai muttered, recalling the information in his mind.
Although their battle had not lasted long, Liu Bai had gained a much clearer sense of his own newfound strength. There was no need to continue risking everything in a prolonged fight. Who knew what twisted tricks Mo Xingtian still had up his sleeve? It would be foolish to fall victim to some vile sorcery after gaining the upper hand.
"Exorcising Evil, Geng Metal Tribulation Lightning!"
Liu Bai's low cry echoed across the mountain as golden lightning erupted violently from his body. His previously smooth black hair stood upright, his appearance transforming as arcs of lightning surged through his frame. Even his eyes emitted beams of radiant thunder several feet long.
Rumble!
A deafening roar of thunder shook the heavens as a colossal golden lightning serpent burst from Liu Bai's body and shot into the swirling storm clouds above.
An awe-inspiring, oppressive might descended from the heavens, enveloping the entirety of Divine Spiritual Mountain. Even the spatial storm that had previously raged within the mountain range collapsed under this pressure. Clusters of radiant light containing spiritual treasures and heavenly materials floated openly in the sky, yet no one dared to touch them.
All were consumed by the same primal terror, a suffocating fear that the end of days had arrived. Every gaze turned upward toward the rolling sea of thunderclouds.
On the first level, Ding Xuan, who had until now remained indifferent to everything below, finally reacted. For the first time, genuine astonishment appeared on his cold face.
Even he could feel a faint trace of danger emanating from the heavens. His eyes, for the first time, turned toward Liu Bai.
Gulp.
Liu Ying swallowed hard, the joy he had felt earlier completely vanished. The only emotion left in his heart now was fear.
"How is this possible? How could he possibly wield thunder power of this level?"
Although it had already been clear from Liu Bai's earlier attacks that he cultivated the path of lightning, not all lightning techniques were the same. Xi Qinghai of the Western Heaven Palace knew this well, for within his own body resided a strand of Heaven and Earth Spirit Lightning—something his father had spent a tremendous price to obtain.
That lightning was fierce and tyrannical, pure and blazing with yang energy. When it had first merged into his body, it even rejected his own spiritual energy.
Yet at this moment, that arrogant and unruly lightning was completely still inside Xi Qinghai's body, not daring to move an inch—as if a vassal had encountered its emperor, bowing in complete submission.
Exhaling softly, Xi Qinghai's heart trembled uncontrollably.
If he were the one facing Liu Bai right now, he knew that just the oppressive might of that terrifying thunder power would be enough to make him surrender without a fight.
A moment ago, when Mo Xingtian had unleashed the Demonic Dargon Palace's forbidden art, everyone had thought the battle was already decided. Yet now, it was indeed about to end—but in a way completely opposite to what they had imagined.
At this moment, Mo Xingtian had completely lost his sanity.
"Kill!"
A single cold word escaped his lips. The blood-red demonic Rune on his face detached from his skin, expanding in the wind until it reached a hundred meters in size. The flowing bloodlines on it writhed like serpentine dragons, letting out sinister dragon roars filled with murderous intent.
Whoosh!
As that one word fell, the blood-red rune shot forth, transforming into a vast crimson net that descended toward Liu Bai.
When it neared him, the rune erupted in a blinding surge of blood light, spreading into a boundless sea of blood that sealed off every path of retreat.
Yet Liu Bai's expression remained calm. He didn't even glance at the sea of blood surrounding him. Instead, a faint voice came from his lips.
"Golden Lightning, descend."
Boom!
Golden lightning fell from the heavens, striking down upon the blood sea that blotted out the sky.
The blood sea that had seemed unstoppable began to boil and evaporate the instant it touched the golden thunder. Dense crimson mist burst forth before the sea itself began dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From within the lightning shot out a small golden serpent, which coiled tightly around the blood-red rune. The thick, viscous blood on the rune's surface let out sharp, piercing screams as if crying in agony.
In the next instant, the bloodlike lined on the rune's surface were burned away by the golden thunder, and even the entire rune itself ignited beneath that blazing yang power. With a resounding bang, it shattered completely, reduced to nothing by the Geng Metal Tribulation Lightning.
Pfft!
A mouthful of blood spurted violently from Mo Xingtian's lips. His once-handsome face turned pale as death, and a look of shock filled his normally lifeless eyes. He could hardly believe that the Devouring Dragon Demonic Rune, which he had created with his own essence blood, had been destroyed so easily.
"How… how is this possible?!"
Mo Xingtian's heart roared with disbelief, the calm expression he always carried now completely gone.
At that very moment, the golden lightning serpent that had incinerated the rune turned its gaze upon Mo Xingtian himself. In a flash, it transformed into a streak of golden thunder that shot straight for his forehead.
Roar!
Mo Xingtian let out a furious roar. His black hair flew wildly as his eyes turned blood-red with madness. With a thunderous shout, his spiritual power surged violently, sweeping through the heavens like a storm and blotting out the sky.
That surging spiritual energy condensed into a massive demonic dragon, which collided head-on with the incoming golden lightning serpent.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent shockwave.
Everyone only saw a streak of golden light pierce straight through the body of the demonic dragon, shooting out from the back of Mo Xingtian's head. It circled once through the sky before returning quietly to Liu Bai's side.
In that instant, the entire Divine Spiritual Mountain, both within and beyond, even the Northern Heaven Spiritual Academy, fell silent as if time itself had frozen.
Upon the Nine Heavenly Steps, all the onlookers stared blankly at the scene before them, their expressions frozen in disbelief.
After all, what had just happened was far too incredible.
The man once regarded as the number one among the younger generation of the Northern Heaven Continent—Mo Xingtian—had died.
And he had been slain by a freshman of the Northern Heaven Spiritual Academy.
In that moment, heaven and earth were thrown into uproar.
"You little brat, you seek death!"
Just as everyone was still stunned by Mo Xingtian's death, a thunderous roar resounded through the world. The space above trembled violently, and a colossal hand formed from spiritual energy tore through the void, reaching down to seize Liu Bai.
It was clear that a Sovereign from the outside world was attempting to strike at Liu Bai.
"Black Dragon Sovereign, you despicable coward! Do you truly think my Northern Heaven Spiritual Academy is easy to bully?!"
At the same time, space distorted once again as Zhu Tian and Mo You's voices rang out together. Two surges of boundless spiritual power shot forth, clashing head-on with the descending spiritual hand.
Liu Bai froze upon hearing their words.
"Black Dragon Sovereign? I thought he wasn't attending this time."
The Black Dragon Sovereign was a Fifth Grade Sovereign, equal in strength to the Dean Tai Cang. The Northern Heaven Spiritual Academy, on the other hand, only had Zhu Tian and Mo You, both First Grade Sovereigns. Even together, they would not be his match.
Moreover, Liu Bai remembered that the Demonic Dargon Palace still had the Yellow Dragon Sovereign and Red Dragon Sovereign, both First Grade Sovereigns, stationed outside. They would never simply allow Zhu Tian and Mo You to intervene freely.
Sure enough, before the two could even release their attacks, the Yellow Dragon and Red Dragon Sovereigns appeared and blocked them instantly.
At this point, there was no one left who could save Liu Bai.
As he watched the colossal spiritual hand descending from the heavens, Liu Bai felt a wave of despair wash over him.
His body was completely immobilized, his spiritual energy frozen. There was no chance to resist, not even to flee.
"So this is the difference between one below Sovereign and a Fifth Grade Sovereign…" Liu Bai smiled bitterly in his heart. The gap truly was enormous.
But even if his opponent was a Fifth Grade Sovereign, Liu Bai would not resign himself to death. How could someone with a system die so easily?
"If my strength isn't enough, then I'll raise it!"
In an instant, the experience bar on Liu Bai's attribute panel dropped by two hundred ten thousand, and his cultivation surged straight to the Late-phase of the Heavenly Completion Realm.
A torrent of spiritual energy erupted from within him, yet just as it tried to break through the surrounding pressure, it was instantly crushed down again.
"Not enough. Again!"
Another two hundred fifty thousand experience points vanished. Liu Bai's cultivation now reached the pinnacle of the Heaven Completion Realm. The next step would be to advance into the Sovereign Realm, but before that, one had to overcome The Three Disasters.
Thus, for now, Liu Bai could no longer rely solely on experience to raise his cultivation. Before he could break through to the Sovereign Realm, he would have to endure the Human Body Disaster Stage first.
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