King Qingyang!
If not for last ti, in Panshi City, from a distance and only our gazes eting,
This would be Su Heng’s first true encounter with King Qingyang. Though it was their first eting, Su Heng had a favorable impression of King Qingyang. On one hand, it was due to the other’s willingness to expend effort and courage to pave a way for many martial artists on Hunxi Mountain.
On the other hand,
It was because the Panshi City established by King Qingyang indeed provided Su Heng with many conveniences in his cultivation.
Even with formidable personal strength, gathering resources across the vast expanse of Dragon Abyss
Was a difficult task, and it was inefficient.
However, if one could establish a system,
And stand at the upper echelons of this pyramid, a steady stream of resources would continuously flow upward.
Compared to the laborious task of mining,
This thod was infinitely more efficient, and in no way hindered cultivation.
Therefore, although they had never t, Su Heng held a certain degree of respect for the senior King Qingyang.
Of course, respect is respect,
But Su Heng was determined to obtain the Dragon Corpse, and that was not sothing he was willing to concede.
However, eting King Qingyang here was sowhat unexpected. After so thought, Su Heng roughly understood the other’s intentions, "You ca here first, and purposely waited for ?"
"Exactly," King Qingyang said, nodding with a smile.
"You should have experienced the issue with the Demon Descendants," King Qingyang continued looking at Su Heng, "Although I do not know their plans, I can guess the mont they are waiting for. We both see the Dragon Corpse as a must-have. But it would be unwise to engage in a life-and-death struggle here."
"So..." Su Heng asked thoughtfully.
"Let’s make a gentleman’s agreent, a single strike to determine the victor. The winner advances while the loser withdraws and leaves," proposed King Qingyang. Ɽ₳ŊÔʙЁ𝙎
"Agreed,"
After thinking it over seriously, Su Heng said, "Since you proposed this, you may attack first."
"Very well!" King Qingyang laughed heartily.
Initiating the attack could seize the initiative, but it also made it easy for the opponent to discern a feint from a real attack and defend accordingly.
However, this influence wasn’t significant; in the end, it still depended on one’s own strength. Both were confident in their abilities, so the order of attack wasn’t of much concern.
"Be careful, young friend!" With that, King Qingyang suddenly let out a long howl to the heavens. The dull, gray fog within the shattered secret realm dispersed in an instant. Surrounding mountains trembled; countless pebbles rolled down steep slopes, resulting in a continuous rumbling.
Su Heng lifted his gaze to the sky.
He watched as streaks of blue light from all directions converged in the high heavens, vast and majestic, like a long river. Then it grew even more intense, exuding a suprely noble and fervent purple aura. These beams of light rged into a sea of clouds, illuminating all directions, dazzlingly brilliant.
King Qingyang, born a hunter in the mountains, took his life oath Zhang Qizhen.
The reason he had such a title was that when he fought with all his might, the Dharma Realm light around him was imasurable, and from afar, it resembled a blue sun hanging high. Wherever the light reached, demons were scattered, and hundreds of ghosts fled, with all evil spirits reduced to dust.
And now, with King Qingyang attacking with full force, his Dharma Realm manifested. It was no longer blue but an even more intense purple sun.
It seed that over the years, his cultivation had made further progress.
"I have a pearl that illuminates mountains and rivers!" King Qingyang’s chant echoed as he applied force, and the bronze-handled halberd heavily hit the ground with a bang.
With a jolt of his arms, he spread them wide.
The purple sun from the sky slanted down, directly plunging into his body.
King Qingyang’s already towering figure grew even taller. Layers of purple light swirled around him and eventually condensed into tangible Divine Martial Armor. The armor looked semi-transparent and seed to be crafted from purple glaze divine iron, with clouds of fla entwined around the shoulders.
He pulled the halberd that was stuck in the ground, holding it in his hands, and took a step forward. To Su Heng, it truly had the style of a god descending to earth.
Moreover, the manifestation of a cultivator’s Dharma Realm is the condensation of spirit, energy, and soul.
Now that the Dharma Realm had rged with his physical body, his aura instantly more than doubled. A fierce wind, mixed with scorching waves of heat, was rushing towards Su Heng. Even from a distance, Su Heng felt an unbearable sense of scorching pain.
"Impressive cultivation!" Su Heng’s eyes shone with a trace of admiration.
He had fought against experts of the Dharma Realm before, but to cultivate one’s Dharma Realm to such an extent and wield it as if it were an extension of one’s limbs was indeed a first for him.
Facing a heavenly king of this form, Su Heng did not dare to be careless. First, he reverted to his normal state, then spread his dragon wings to enter the Domineering State. Simultaneously, the three hearts in his chest accelerated, like three fully powered engines, rapidly driving him to his peak condition.
"A single strike will decide the outco!" King Qingyang had a sense of martial honor. Seeing Su Heng elevate to his peak condition, he gave a slight nod as a sign of acknowledgnt, then his expression turned stern.
Swish!
He lunged forward, his body becoming a blurred shadow, reaching the ultimate velocity.
In his hands, the halberd swung down with the force of a mountain-splitting axe, hurtling towards the crown of Su Heng’s head.
Their physique, cultivation level, and spiritual power, having transford to the extre, made minor techniques nearly useless.
Only real and solid power could secure victory in such a confrontation.
Boom!
Su Heng crossed his arms in front of him to block.
The mont the two forces connected, they exploded in a grand sound like that of a tolling bell.
A crisp cracking sound ca from Su Heng’s body, and he sank slightly as the ground beneath him cracked open, with half his body plunging into the earth. His arms also went numb, scales shattered, and from within, pale golden blood flowed. It was rare for soone to break through Su Heng’s defenses with pure strength alone.
But such an injury wasn’t serious. Su Heng shrugged his shoulders, shaking off the sudden colossal force that assailed him.
Then, with power starting from his feet and coursing through his whole body, he suddenly raised his arms. King Qingyang, clearly outmatched in stature and strength, was in the air without leverage. His long halberd was knocked away in one stroke, and Su Heng seized the opportunity to reach for King Qingyang’s chest.
A strong pulling force beca a whirlpool, drawing dust from all directions into a swirling long dragon.
Even King Qingyang’s figure was fixed in midair.
Yet, this seemingly certain heavy strike grabbed at nothing but air. There was another transformation on King Qingyang’s body; he "poofed" and dispersed, turning into a vast purple fire curtain that ballooned in the wind, enveloping Su Heng from all sides, like a massive furnace, trapping him within.
Fire dragons swirled around, air twisted, thick smoke billowed upwards, and the temperature soared rapidly, making Su Heng’s dark silhouette blurred against the firelight.
"Huu!" Su Heng exhaled a ring of black smoke from his mouth.
This fla was a condensation of force and spirit, and Su Heng couldn’t fully defend against it. His whole body was in excruciating pain, his scales lting away like candle wax.
But the more this happened, the more exhilarated Su Heng beca. Not many had been his match in cultivation thus far, and King Qingyang was one of them. This battle was morable, to be savored in detail later.
"It’s just a pity, still just a bit short," Su Heng lanted. This slight distance was the difference between victory and defeat.
Bang!
As his second heart beat, high thermal energy flooded his entire body.
Crimson golden pathways lit up like the tide, dazzling beams of golden light burst out like swords.
The fiercely spinning purple fire dragons suddenly froze midair, pierced by blades ford from the radiating torrent, their mouths letting out agonized roars. Then, the highly compressed force within Su Heng’s body exploded at once with a "boom", shattering the heavens and the earth.
Waves of black force surged up and down, sweeping across, instantly bursting through King Qingyang’s blockade.
Bang!
All the purple flas disappeared.
King Qingyang stumbled, pale-faced as he stepped out from the void.
"I concede," Su Heng said, his body bearing serious injuries but his aura still peaking.
But King Qingyang was visibly weakened.
The victor between the two was decided, and as per their earlier agreent, King Qingyang would no longer take part in the contest for the dragon remains.
"A true hero from youth indeed," King Qingyang sighed with slight reluctance. To reach the realm of kings in cultivation, one needed to step over countless cultivators’ bones. They were all suprely confident in their own strength until they faced a real defeat.
So couldn’t recover from that while others learned and grew stronger, stepping into a new realm.
King Qingyang was open-minded; he quickly adjusted his mindset and said to Su Heng, "I admit defeat and will keep my promise to leave."
"Next, I will track down the Demon Descendants and act as your protector. I hope you can obtain the dragon remains and be the last one to laugh," King Qingyang said, bowing to Su Heng with a serious and solemn look.
"Take care," Su Heng replied.
"There’s one more thing I need to remind you of," King Qingyang said earnestly. "Before the Dragon Tomb was fully opened and a crack tore open in this world, I vaguely saw Dingxuan King’s shadow in the Eternal Heaven."
"Dingxuan King!?" Su Heng frowned slightly.
Although they hadn’t found the body, for him to survive after being seriously injured and hit by Su Heng’s Fusion Breath was sowhat unbelievable.
"He might be dead, but what he turned into after death could be more dangerous," said King Qingyang, unable to fully explain the mysteries of Eternal Heaven, an old realm of kings. He simply warned, "The opening of the Dragon Tomb attracts not only powerful individuals from Dragon Abyss but also strange existences from Eternal Heaven. Be extrely cautious."
"Understood," Su Heng nodded, taking note of this information.
King Qingyang had nothing more to say.
He waved his hand and left with a flair.
anwhile, Su Heng turned and walked around the cliff edge, continuing on his way until he ca to a large excavated wilderness. It was a huge pit a hundred kiloters in diater, with cracks spreading everywhere, various poisonous gases escaping, and deeper areas bubbling with magma.
In the center of the pit, a colossal creature a kiloter long lay prostrate.
With a snake’s body, deer’s horns, eagle’s claws, and ox’s ears, its scales were black as night. Even after lying dead for thousands of years, the aura it emitted remained terrifyingly boundless.
The surrounding void twisted, lightning flashed, and terrifying life forces swept outwards, as if breathing. Each fluctuation was accompanied by the trembling ground, churning magma, and screeching poisonous mists spewing outwards.
"Huh!" Su Heng took a deep breath to calm his excitent.
With a forceful jump, he leaped up and landed steadily on the black dragon. He felt a connection, an affinity due to the fusion with Dragon Marrow. Having only rged a portion of Dragon Marrow, even to this day, it significantly benefited Su Heng in combat.
If he could fully absorb and assimilate the entire dragon’s corpse, his life essence would undoubtedly rise to an incredibly terrifying level.
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