1062: Chapter 664: Probing Each Other’s Trump Cards 1062: Chapter 664: Probing Each Other’s Trump Cards In a flash of lightning and thunder, the Dragon Fist imbued with boundless power collided with Feng Jiuxuan’s Three-foot Green Blade.
The razor-sharp sword began to tremble minutely, and in the instant they fully t, that trembling force nearly sent the Naless Ancient Sword flying from Feng Jiuxuan’s grip.
Feng Jiuxuan had faced many formidable enemies throughout his life.
Whether it was the Xi’en Emperor or the Lord of the Ancient Abyss standing before him now, he had long developed counterasures for the traits and tactics they possessed.
Just before the Naless Ancient Sword could be knocked from his hand, the blade that had been firm and razor-sharp suddenly softened, as if struck by Bone-Dissolving Powder.
Seeing this, Emperor Bai’s dragon-like eyes flickered thoughtfully.
Even now, despite the fact that countless districts within the Prefecture City had been obliterated by the residual impact of their attacks, neither side had yet unleashed their full power.
They were still probing one another.
In the instant the change occurred, Emperor Bai realized that Feng Jiuxuan’s longsword had not softened—it was his own fist’s striking impact that had been altered.
Though he couldn’t imdiately deduce the principle behind such a peculiar shift, he understood Feng Jiuxuan’s intent.
The opponent was looking to dissipate force.
From this, Emperor Bai also gained insight into the limits of the Dayan Sword Saint’s physical strength under normal conditions.
Because of Di’an’s decisive battle, Emperor Bai held an absolute intelligence advantage over Feng Jiuxuan, yet as he once told his daughter that night:
[If victory could be discerned rely by spectating, then what purpose would battle serve?]
Many things can only be accurately judged through personal experience.
Having acquired the information he sought, Emperor Bai had no intention of prolonging the engagent.
Unfortunately, the Qilin Wolf who had been feigning death suddenly chose to join the fray.
A sphere of pure Sacred Origin skimd low over the city, leveling every building in its path with overwhelming might and carving a trench spanning tens of yards into the earth.
Yet despite this incoming strike, the attitudes of the Dayan Sword Saint and the Lord of the Ancient Abyss couldn’t have been more different.
Feng Jiuxuan’s narrow eyes twitched involuntarily, while Emperor Bai’s dragon-like gaze revealed a peculiar smile.
The Qilin Wolf’s attack defied everyone’s expectations—whether it was the Two Saints of Jiatiange, or Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Bai locked in the heart of the battlefield.
Purely Sacred-Origin-based spellcraft was theoretically undetectable and often served as an unequivocal killing blow in battles among Saints.
Yet the Qilin Wolf, before launching its attack, let out a howl.
This was tantamount to warning Emperor Bai:
Despicable human, this wolf seeks revenge!
A foolish wolf.
By now, it was too late to say anything further.
Emperor Bai’s fist had been diverted by Feng Jiuxuan’s blade, and the boundless power redirected with precision cascaded downward, heading straight for Mu Xingyi on the ground.
“….” Mu Xingyi.
BOOM——
With a deafening roar, the insect-human’s body that had barely begun to reassemble was instantly torn apart once more.
anwhile, in the sky above,
Feng Jiuxuan, who had dissipated the force, imdiately swung his sword, channeling countless waves of Sword Gang to block Emperor Bai’s escape route.
But the Lord of the Ancient Abyss’s response again surprised him.
Emperor Bai did not evade.
In that mont when ti seed frozen,
Emperor Bai slowly raised his Dragon-Scaled arm, and the incoming sphere of Sacred Origin racing toward him at imperceptible speed t his front.
The next mont,
He struck.
The piercing sound of his strike splitting through the air reverberated across the Sky Do.
In the intense gaze of Feng Jiuxuan, the sphere of Sacred Origin condensed like dough, forming a dent.
Then,
“BANG——”
The sphere didn’t collapse or explode—it was directly sent flying by Emperor Bai’s sheer physical force!
The altered trajectory saw the Sacred-Origin sphere crash into the East City Wall.
In the stunned gaze of countless people within the city…
“BOOM!!!!!!!!!!”
The blinding light illuminated the Sky Do shrouded by the Insect Tide, and as the majestic walls began to crumble, Emperor Bai’s indifferent eyes fell on the furrowed brow of a figure clad in white ahead of him.
His voice was low:
“Feng Jiuxuan, the art of force displacent—I happen to know a thing or two about it as well.”
….
Watching the result of their probing clash, Tian Ye’s amused gaze narrowed slightly:
“Emperor Bai’s force displacent technique seems capable of countering all spellcraft.
If it cos down to close combat, there may be no one in this world who can match him…..”
“Bullshit.”
Before the words had fully settled, Xu Yuan, who had inferred the sequence based on the destruction left behind despite not seeing the actual clash, cursed outright:
“That thing isn’t a force displacent technique at all.”
“Oh?”
Tian Ye blinked, turning her curious gaze to the man at her side.
“You know what it is?”
Xu Yuan glanced at her, but instead of explaining imdiately, he made a bargain:
“If you’re willing to relay the intel to my uncle, I’ll tell you.”
Although the clash between Emperor Bai and Feng Jiuxuan had already lasted several breaths, Xu Yuan could theoretically use sound transmission to exchange information with Feng Jiuxuan.
However, sound transmission first requires locking onto the opponent’s Energy chanism, and Xu Yuan’s Energy chanism was not only impossible to lock onto—it wasn’t even visible.
Hence, he needed Tian Ye to relay the intel, but this enchantress only enjoyed watching the chaos.
Upon hearing his proposal, however, Tian Ye agreed without hesitation:
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
Xu Yuan felt slightly reassured.
While Tian Ye was capricious and indifferent to the bigger picture, any promise she made was always fulfilled.
Drawing from the information within the Cangyuan Chronicles, Xu Yuan quickly stated:
“Long-range spellcraft typically follows the sequence of cultivation, condensation, projection, and collapse-detonation.
Before reaching the collapse-detonation phase, the spell remains in a stable state.
The collapse-detonation phase is divided into active detonation and contact detonation…”
“I already know that.
Get to the point.” Tian Ye interrupted bluntly.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan wasted no further words and said directly:
“Emperor Bai can forcibly maintain any spell he touches in a stabilized state while severing its connection to the caster.”
Hearing this, Tian Ye ran her tongue over her crimson lips, staring intently at Xu Yuan, her gaze both curious and sly:
“I get the principle now, but with this, wouldn’t fighting Emperor Bai still boil down to hand-to-hand combat?”
“Buzz——”
Before the conversation could continue, fierce winds surged once again.
Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Bai had already resud their battle.
But this ti, the interference of the Qilin Wolf was absent.
An elderly figure hunched with age had already approached it near the East City Wall, and in the blink of an eye, the burning Fla Dao Domain and the Qilin Wolf’s raging howl extinguished everything within a hundred-yard radius.
Watching both sides of the battlefield, Xu Yuan quickly spoke:
“Emperor Bai’s ability to stabilize the magical energy does have a limit, and techniques like Soul Art or the Heavenly Word Mantra that lack a physical form cannot be deflected by him.”
Tian Ye pondered, her face showing a flash of realization.
No wonder Emperor Bai hadn’t displayed this ability in that previous battle.
However, monts later, she chuckled softly:
“But the problem is, Changtian-gēge, your uncle seems to lack mastery over such techniques.”
Xu Yuan fell silent briefly before letting out a low laugh:
“Tian Ye,
“My uncle is none other than Dayan Sword Saint Feng Jiuxuan.”
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