Chapter 226: True Spirit of the Dragon Gate
“Hu.”
Luo Yongjie exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his eyes blazing as he looked at Chen Beiwu: “A peerless sword dao prodigy as stunningly gifted as you should not remain obscure. Can you tell
your na?”
“Chen Zi’ang.” Chen Beiwu lifted his eyes slightly.
What sword dao prodigy, what single-sword-breaking-all-arts—
The other seed to have misunderstood him.
The reason he had been able to shatter the Blazing Fla Heaven Wheel in a single strike and kill a Foundation Establishnt peak-stage cultivator was not due to sword dao, but because the Tai Xuan Guarding the One had been cultivated to a minor completion stage, granting him the Guarding-the-One Mirror.
Under the radiance of the Guarding-the-One Mirror, he could dissolve scriptures and break obstacles, easily seeing through the flow of an opponent’s mana and the flaws of their arts. Even the weak points of a second-tier high-grade defensive artifact could be discerned instantly.
In such a situation, even if Chen Beiwu knew nothing of sword dao, he could still casually shatter a Foundation Establishnt cultivator with one strike.
“Co fight!” Luo Yongjie grasped the Chixiao Flowing-Fla Spear, flas surging all over his body, revealing the Scarlet-Gold Flowing-Fla Armor upon him.
The victor was king, the defeated a bandit.
Facing one suspected of comprehending the single-sword-breaking-all-arts, a peerless sword dao prodigy, he dared not be careless, even if the other’s cultivation was only at mid-stage Foundation Establishnt.
Otherwise, he might well follow in Junior Brother Jiang’s footsteps.
With that thought, Luo Yongjie kicked the spear’s tail, gripped it tightly, and stepped forward, assuming the Fla Dragon Pierces the Sun opening stance, pointing directly at Chen Zi’ang.
Boom!
With the roar of a dragon echoing through the skies, the Chixiao Spear trembled as it broke through the air. A golden light flared at its tip, instantly transforming into a blazing dragon of fire spanning dozens of zhang, locking onto Chen Beiwu with unstoppable montum.
Chen Beiwu activated Wave-Stepping Through the Tide, shifting his body sideways in advance, creating distance front and back with Golden Egg, narrowly avoiding the oncoming fire dragon.
Luo Yongjie activated a Leaving-Fire Escape Technique. His figure flickered as he seized the spear he had hurled with full force, then used its montum to sweep sideways, shifting his attack toward the slower-moving Golden Egg.
Boom!
The fire dragon, condensed from the extre [True Fla Heart Sutra of the Ashen Tribulation], tore through space and swallowed Golden Egg whole.
Countless blazing spear rays, capable of igniting air, lting refined tal, and piercing mountains, erupted in a torrential rain.
‘Deal with one first!’
Without sparing another glance at that Foundation Establishnt Mud Loach, Luo Yongjie’s eyes sharpened as he spun the spear overhead.
While brewing the Prairie Hundred-Rend Spear, the spear tip abruptly twisted, like a fla dragon raising its head, stabbing toward Chen Beiwu with [True Fla Heart Sutra of the Ashen Tribulation].
“Prairie Hundred-Rend—Sweeping Eight Wastelands!”
Luo Yongjie roared, mana from his dantian surged endlessly into the spear, unleashing part of the power of a third-tier low-grade life-bound artifact.
Under the pressure of a supposed peerless sword dao prodigy, this spear’s power was tyrannical beyond compare, enough to slay a False Core True Person outright, burning their essence into ash.
Even if Chen Zi’ang had comprehended the single-sword-breaking-all-arts, severing the True Fla of the Ashen Tribulation and the force of the Prairie Hundred-Rend Spear, at this mont, he could not sever the Chixiao Flowing-Fla Spear itself.
“Boom!” The clash of spear and sword resounded.
At the point of impact, a visible shockwave exploded outward.
Chen Beiwu and Luo Yongjie’s figures touched and parted, each blasted backward.
Step!
Step!
Step!
Chen Beiwu retreated dozens of steps, leaving charred footprints on the grand hall floor, while Luo Yongjie only retreated three steps, a confident gleam in his eyes.
Seeing this, Yan Yue exhaled in relief.
A sword dao prodigy who could break all arts with a single strike was far too terrifying. She had not the slightest thought of resisting.
Fortunately, Senior Brother Luo was outstanding in talent. At Foundation Establishnt peak, he had already cultivated both the [True Fla Heart Sutra of the Ashen Tribulation] and the Prairie Hundred-Rend Spear to great completion. On top of that, he had the third-tier low-grade artifact, the Chixiao Flowing-Fla Spear, and the Scarlet-Gold Flowing-Fla Armor for protection.
With the gap of two minor realms, Chen Zi’ang could not possibly be Senior Brother Luo’s opponent.
‘He does indeed have so strength.’
Chen Beiwu sheathed his sword, turning his gaze toward the smoke-filled crater.
“Get up, blockhead.”
At those words, Luo Yongjie’s expression shifted. His divine sense swept toward the smoke that had just been blown apart.
A golden brilliance suddenly expanded, transforming into a colossal figure. Its scales shone brilliantly, unmarred by wounds, as though it had never suffered any attack at all.
“Impressive defense. But no matter how big, a mud loach is still a mud loach.”
Luo Yongjie tore his gaze from Golden Egg, stirring all the [True Fla Heart Sutra of the Ashen Tribulation] mana in his body. His crimson hair whipped wildly.
The dazzling red light of the Scarlet-Gold Flowing-Fla Armor fused into the Chixiao Flowing-Fla Spear, its tip glowing scarlet and transparent, nearly molten.
He could not drag this out any longer!
Clearly, he was the Foundation Establishnt peak cultivator, yet Chen Zi’ang was only at mid-stage.
And yet in this exchange, the opponent’s mana surged endlessly, showing no signs of depletion.
If this continued, he would exhaust his own power and lose first.
Rather than that, he would stake everything on one strike, unleashing the true might of the Prairie Hundred-Rend Spear’s profound intent, awakening the Chixiao Spear’s real power to decide victory or defeat once and for all.
Boom!
Through his divine sense, Chen Beiwu sensed the undying spirituality within the spear being awakened by Luo Yongjie, radiating a terrifying pressure on par with a Golden Core True Person.
Under this oppressive might, Golden Egg even lost its innate ability to walk upon the air.
‘You want to decide the outco in one strike?’ Chen Beiwu stood still, his expression calm.
Through this exchange, he had already gauged his own combat strength—roughly equal to a Foundation Establishnt peak cultivator of the Southern Wastes wielding a third-tier artifact.
The Blazing Fla Sect’s arts were the strongest? What a joke!
As repaynt for this trial, Chen Beiwu decided to let Luo Yongjie taste the Immortal Alliance’s Marvelous thod of Companion Beast Landscape, unmatched and supre, to show him what true power was.
“Ga over.”
As his words fell, Chen Beiwu clapped his hands. Behind him, the void manifested an ancient Heaven-reaching Divine Tree, its aura no less prival and boundless than the spear’s ferocity.
“What is that?” Yan Yue’s face changed dramatically.
From that Heaven-reaching Divine Tree, she felt an immortal domain aura that only Golden Core True Persons could possess.
Luo Yongjie’s pupils shrank as he stared in disbelief, watching the Divine Tree collapse into a heavenly river phenonon.
Within the boundless silver river, he faintly glimpsed a pair of vertical golden dragon eyes that made any Foundation Establishnt cultivator’s heart seize in terror.
Yes, that was the true dragon—rising through mist and cloud, summoning wind and rain, a sovereign overlooking all beasts under heaven.
“Impossible!”
Luo Yongjie’s face went pale. Looking up at the True Spirit Diagram of the Dragon Gate, his grip on the Chixiao Spear tightened, veins bulging, as if to cover his inner panic.
Even with the spear’s undying spirituality awakened, the sense of death gnawed at him like marrow-deep rot.
‘True Spirit Diagram—open!’
‘Dragon Gate—manifest!’ Chen Beiwu willed.
Golden Egg imdiately stood beneath the illusory Dragon Gate, absorbing a strand of Dao rhythm condensed from the Rudintary Scenery.
The thin, dormant dragon blood within it boiled furiously, as if sparks had been thrown into oil.
“Roar!”
A high-pitched dragon chant shook the heavens. Clouds gathered, lightning snakes danced, winds howled, thunder rolled—heralding the arrival of a king.
A crushing might, no weaker than a third-realm Flood Dragon, perated the world, making both Luo Yongjie and Yan Yue, Foundation Establishnt peak cultivators, turn pale with sweat dripping from their temples.
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