Read Novel Full Chapter 473: Defying Great Cultivator, Twin Dragons Rise Again
Chapter 473: Defying Great Cultivator, Twin Dragons Rise Again
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“So you are Xiang Dalong?”
A deep and sonorous voice resounded like it had emerged from an abyssal sea.
The towering figure of Overturning Sea True Monarch, standing nine feet tall, loomed above the Yunxia Sect. Storm winds howled and thunder rumbled around him.
With a detached expression and pupils like dark blue abysses, the great cultivator stared coldly at the approaching man with black wings.
“I am but a humble cultivator, Xiang Dalong. I greet the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator of the Sea Suppressing Sect.”
Lan Chang'an was wreathed in black wind and mist as he rose to face the Overturning Sea True Monarch at equal height, cupping his fists in respect.
His originally upright frame appeared almost youthful beside the bronze-muscled, imposing figure of the Overturning Sea True Monarch, like a fledgling boy standing before a seasoned warrior.
Lan Chang'an felt an overwhelming spiritual pressure pressing down on him as if confronting a primordial whale beneath an endless sea. His body grew heavy, and even his breath and blood momentarily stalled.
A peak late-stage Nascent Soul spiritual sense descended from above, probing every detail of his being, nothing could escape its scrutiny.Activating his Evergreen Technique, Lan Chang'an used a spiritual sense stronger than most mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to forcibly resist the crushing might.
Calm and composed, he met the searing gaze reminiscent of a Candle Dragon’s eyes, though his soul tingled with pain from their intensity.
Even when facing a Great Cultivator, Lan Chang'an held back, he had not summoned and fused with his fourth life.
Some methods were better kept hidden, unless blood must be spilled.
A flicker of surprise passed through Overturning Sea True Monarch’s gaze.
In the entire Great Yuan region, those who could face his sea-suppressing aura with such composure were rare as phoenix feathers.
Xiang Dalong had only just stepped into mid-stage Nascent Soul, yet his bearing already evoked a trace of admiration.
However…
To defy the authority of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, there would be a price to pay.
“For centuries, no human cultivator has dared block my path. You are the first!”
The Overturning Sea True Monarch’s face darkened, his voice bone-chilling.
A scar shaped like a dragon’s claw twisted across his rugged features, adding to his ferocious and domineering presence.
As his words fell, the Overturning Sea True Monarch raised his wide sleeve and without warning, slammed a palm down upon Lan Chang'an.
Wuuu~
A muffled, soul-shaking cry of a dragon-whale echoed over Yunxia Sect.
Boom-
A deep blue palm veined with whale patterns tore through the vast currents of the sky, pressing down with might that threatened to devour land and sea alike. R𝒶ΝΟΒËş
Lan Chang'an’s eardrums rang in pain, his blood and mana roiling wildly. An ordinary cultivator would have exploded under the pressure.
That one palm seemed to envelop all of Yunxia Sect. The residual shockwaves alone made the light barrier of their fourth-rank mountain-protecting formation tremble violently.
“Dalong, allow me to help!”
Jiang Ziyan was quick to react, flying out of the mountain gate and arriving beside Lan Chang'an without delay.
With another mid-stage Nascent Soul giant at his side, the pressure on Lan Chang'an instantly lessened.
The two moved in perfect sync, each striking with a palm.
A radiant cloud of violet mist;
A verdant pillar of wood-grained light.
The two beams of power from Central Region giants surged forward, colliding head-on with the deep-blue whale palm that sought to swallow the heavens.
Boom!
The clash shattered mountains and split the clouds. The light dimmed and flared across the heavens.
The deafening blast seemed to tear through the hearts of countless cultivators. Ears rang with sharp, disorienting noise.
Thud!
The Purple Mist Fairy was blown back dozens of zhang, hairpins in disarray as her graceful figure swayed. Her blood churned, a flush rising unnaturally to her delicate cheeks.
Lan Chang'an only staggered slightly, spreading his arms to stabilize himself. He didn’t retreat a single step.
Both were mid-stage Nascent Soul giant.
Had it been Wang Feng, Yin Yuanhai, or any other early-stage cultivator, a single blow from the Overturning Sea True Monarch would’ve left them grievously wounded and coughing blood.
…
Hovering at the crest of the roaring waves, the Overturning Sea True Monarch’s dark robes fluttered in the wind. He calmly withdrew his palm.
A mocking smile curved his lips.
“Xiang Dalong, is this the confidence you rely on to block my path?”
Indeed, for two newly advanced mid-stage Nascent Souls to block a blow from him was worthy of acknowledgment.
But if that was all then Xiang Dalong, so-called dragon of the Central Region, was a name not worthy of the fame.
Lan Chang'an remained expressionless, unfazed by the Overturning Sea True Monarch’s provocation and psychological warfare.
His ability to stand firm in the cultivation world and repeatedly emerge as the victor was never due to one-on-one fights, group battles were his specialty.
Seeing Xiang Dalong unmoved, the sneer vanished from the Overturning Sea True Monarch’s face.
He suddenly swept his massive sleeve coated in dragon scales toward the just-stabilized Purple Mist Fairy.
“Watch out!”
Lan Chang'an hadn’t expected the Overturning Sea True Monarch to suddenly target Jiang Ziyan, the weaker of the two, leaving no time to intervene.
Whooosh-
A black flood erupted from the Overturning Sea True Monarch’s sleeve, carrying dense poisonous mist and surging toward Jiang Ziyan like a tidal wave.
“That aura…”
From within the inky black mist rose the terrifying presence of a deep-sea behemoth, far more oppressive than many Nascent Soul giants.
Ssssshhhhh-
A monstrous octopus-like sea beast, as massive as a small mountain, emerged, exuding chaotic and unspeakable demonic energy. Its enormous shadow enveloped the Purple Mist Fairy.
“Vile creature!”
A sharp, icy voice rang out.
Jiang Ziyan, surrounded by dark mist and black ink, swung her Wind Cloud Fan with fierce brilliance.
Wind howled. Clouds scattered. Purple mist intertwined with radiance.
The heavens brightened slightly.
A fan-shaped whirlwind several li wide tore through the sky, scattering the poisonous mist and dark floodwaters.
Whooosh!
The towering black octopus was blown back miles by the irresistible gale, flailing as it retreated.
Just as Jiang Ziyan exhaled in relief, another change occurred.
Swish swish swish-
Several inky-black tentacles shot forth, stretching with inhuman elasticity as they lashed out lightning-fast.
Her body froze, violet radiance crackling around her barrier but the massive black limbs quickly wrapped around her.
Each one was thicker than her entire body.
Darkness closed in, blinding her vision.
“Dalong, help me-!”
Jiang Ziyan’s face went pale. Her hair stood on end as a terrifying force dragged her toward the beast.
“Supreme Elder!”
Within Yunxia Sect, Sect Master Xuefeng and Jiang Haoyuan’s expressions twisted in shock, their hearts in their throats.
That graceful purple figure was now ensnared by a prison of writhing black tentacles. The violet glow inside flared uncertainly, unable to break free.
“If you can endure ten moves from me, Fellow Daoist Xiang, I’ll overlook your earlier offense and spare your Purple Mist companion as well.”
Overturning Sea True Monarch, having released his sea beast spirit pet, blurred into motion, blocking Lan Chang'an’s path with his hulking frame.
Lan Chang'an’s spiritual sense scanned the imprisoned Jiang Ziyan. Her cry for help left him unmoved.
He could judge clearly, the giant octopus posed no immediate threat to her life.
If she burned her essence or even self-destructed her body or Nascent Soul, she could easily escape.
At worst, the Purple Mist Fairy would simply need to rebuild a new vessel.
Moreover, judging from the Overturning Sea True Monarch’s actions, he held no intent to kill Jiang Ziyan.
He merely wanted to trap her and create a one-on-one scenario in which to discipline Xiang Dalong.
...
"Ten moves? That’s barely a warm-up!"
"To truly enjoy a spar with a Great Cultivator, it must last at least a hundred exchanges!"
Lan Chang'an laughed heartily.
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s pupils narrowed, his expression turning icy.
Boom!
A vast azure hand, covered in swirling whale patterns, stirred the mighty ocean currents and slammed down toward Lan Chang'an’s smiling face.
Unperturbed, Lan Chang'an raised his hand as four humanoid figures appeared around him.
A pillar of verdant wood-patterned light burst forth from his palm to meet the descending blow.
At the same time, the four figures unleashed crimson puppet-force beams in perfect unison.
Boom! Boom!
The deep-blue palm, suffused with overwhelming might, cracked and shattered under the impact.
The oppressive hum of the whale-dragon ceased abruptly.
The strike had been deflected.
As Lan Chang'an retracted his palm, the four puppet figures also fell back into stillness.
"Those are... all fourth-rank puppets!?"
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s gaze momentarily froze.
He stared in disbelief at the white, blue, green, and purple-robed humanoid puppets surrounding Lan Chang'an, almost thinking his eyes deceived him.
Four rare fourth-rank puppets appearing simultaneously in the hands of a single cultivator!
"Dalong..."
Nearby, Purple Mist Fairy, still trapped in the prison of black tendrils, stared wide-eyed in shock. Surprise lit her pale purple eyes before a flash of indignation crept in.
A flood of mixed emotions surged through her chest.
She remembered how, just a few years prior, Lan Chang'an had claimed he was still striving to craft a single fourth-rank puppet. Through the imperial family of Great Yu and the Yunxia Sect, he had frantically scavenged for resources.
She had assumed he was being modest, at best hiding one puppet as a trump card.
Even the Great Yu Imperial Clan had come to the same conclusion.
Yet now, Lan Chang'an had casually summoned four fourth-rank puppets, it was utterly shocking!
"Haha… Forgive me for disappointing you, Fellow Daoist Overturning Sea. In the world of cultivation, I’ve never fought alone!"
Lan Chang'an grinned, white teeth flashing beneath an innocent smile.
So what if Purple Mist was taken out of the equation?
He had never lacked “teammates.” After reaching the mid-Nascent Soul stage, he no longer feared crossing blades with Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.
As Overturning Sea True Monarch was distracted from the revelation-
The four humanoid puppets moved, forming a battle formation with Lan Chang'an at the center.
Buzz!
Crimson arcs of puppet-force converged overhead, sketching out a glowing formation in the air. A twisted crimson beam of destruction surged forth, blasting toward the Great Cultivator.
At the same time, Lan Chang'an raised his hand and clenched it in the air.
Withered Vine Hand!
A sinister wood-element secret art activated, his hand swelled with verdant glow, erupting into dozens of zhang of withered-yellow vines. The vines twisted into a monstrous claw, reaching toward Overturning Sea True Monarch’s lower half.
Overturning Sea remained unmoved, snorting coldly.
Crash!
The sound of crashing tides rang out. Dark-blue seawater formed a swirling deep-sea vortex around him, expanding outward for twenty zhang.
The vortex resembled a miniature black hole, tearing and dissolving all matter within reach.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The combined attacks of Lan Chang'an and the puppets were sucked in and ground to dust, barely dimming the vortex’s glow.
“Xiang Dalong... It seems the Sea Suppressing Alliance has underestimated you. Were it not for the fact that the sacred water beast belonged to Jing Wufeng, I’d almost believe you were the one who killed Netherwater.”
Overturning Sea’s gaze turned grim as he pushed the deep-sea vortex forward.
Whooosh-
The vortex drew in the ambient water essence of the heavens and earth, its winds howling. The image of a giant whale took form, opening a vortex mouth that sought to swallow Lan Chang'an and his puppet formation whole.
Lan Chang'an stood firm at the heart of the formation. Space warped around him, the sky dimmed, and turbulent waters clawed at the puppet array.
The crimson puppet-force barrier shimmered with vibrant green wood-patterns, enduring the devastating tide until the vortex finally collapsed.
A blow that could have slain even veteran Nascent Soul cultivators was shared and absorbed by Lan Chang'an and his puppet formation, leaving him unscathed.
As the array’s core, Lan Chang'an’s defense was the strongest.
Having advanced to the mid-Nascent Soul stage and refined a fourth-rank physique, he now surpassed even the Puppet Master Wei in raw endurance.
But this strength came with a price, acting as the array’s nucleus placed a heavy burden on his spiritual sense, leaving him unable to deploy the Azure Profound Sword Formation.
So why bother attacking at all?
Lan Chang'an simply maximized his defense, choosing to endure a hundred exchanges against a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.
After all, trying to both attack and defend would only open him up to fatal counterstrikes.
Knowing he couldn’t truly threaten a Great Cultivator, Lan Chang'an chose instead to withhold his trump cards, the Barbed Arrow, his Fourth-Life Soul, the Azure Profound Sword Formation…and bide his time.
...
Above the skies of Yunxia Sect.
Mm! Boom-boom!
The deep, soul-shaking sound of a dragon-whale’s tidal roar echoed again and again in waves.
The elders and disciples within the mountain gate were initially shaken, but as they gradually adapted, bewilderment took over their expressions.
Overturning Sea True Monarch, who had begun the battle striking with one hand, was now attacking with both. Gray-white currents surged like violent waves, crashing without pause.
A peak Nascent Soul cultivator’s full eruption of power, mountains crumbled, seas roared, and the heavens trembled.
With every strike, a massive whale’s phantom cut across the sky, and each wave of his offensive was stronger than the last.
The tide of Overturning Sea True Monarch’s might surged and built endlessly, as if there were no limit.
“The Dragon Whale Overturning Sea Art truly lives up to its name, one of the seven great legacies of the old Tinghai Pavilion, and the core technique of the Sea Suppressing Sect!”
Lan Chang'an was silently awed, the pressure on him growing heavier with each passing moment.
The spiritual force within Overturning Sea Art carried a resonant wave that over time could infiltrate outer defenses and rattle a cultivator’s internal organs.
Had it been four early Nascent Soul cultivators in place of the puppets, even with the damage split between them, the repeated shockwaves would’ve long since caused internal bleeding.
But Lan Chang'an had already stepped into mid-stage Nascent Soul. With his formidable fourth-rank physique and the enduring self-healing power of the Evergreen Technique, he had no fear of hidden injuries.
Dragon Whale Overturning Sea Art demanded a unique training process, one must temper the body from a low cultivation realm amid brutal oceanic environments, engaging in fierce combat with dragon beasts and sea whales to grasp its true essence and spirit.
Overturning Sea True Monarch had clearly refined this technique to the pinnacle of mastery at the Nascent Soul realm.
At the peak of each stage, one theoretically possessed twice the mana reserves of others in the same realm!
Thus, although this art was not famed for pure offensive might, it was tyrannical and overwhelming in a frontal duel.
Endurance battles were exactly where Overturning Sea Art shone brightest.
Boom-boom!
The fourth-rank puppet formation trembled under the assault, but Lan Chang'an stood unshaken like a reef amidst raging waves.
His wealth was vast, and he had an abundant reserve of puppet crystals. Even in a prolonged duel, he had the resources to replenish them.
Despite Overturning Sea True Monarch’s ever-mounting aggression, Lan Chang'an showed no concern.
Positional battle was his specialty.
He still had the earth-element Earthrock Lord to act, who was perfect for resisting water-element spells.
And the Profound Water Turtle, also known for its defensive prowess, could further mitigate the force of Overturning Sea Art.
Unknowingly, Overturning Sea True Monarch had launched over a hundred attacks.
The tsunami-like roar of the dragon-whale circling above Yunxia Sect finally fell silent.
Overturning Sea True Monarch withdrew his wide sleeves, face darkened with displeasure.
He hadn’t expected to encounter such an impenetrable shell.
Even with peak Nascent Soul strength, launching over a hundred full-powered strikes using Overturning Sea Art, he had failed to even scratch this opponent.
The Yunxia Sect cultivators Jiang Ziyan, Sect Master Xuefeng, Xiao Qingshan, and the others stared wide-eyed in shock, still reeling.
From their perspective: Lan Chang'an had stood there, motionless, withstanding over a hundred blows from a great cultivator.
As though… if he moved, he would be admitting defeat.
Lan Chang'an hadn’t even used a magical treasure.
And Overturning Sea True Monarch, as a venerable great cultivator, couldn’t bring himself to deploy his own core magical treasures in response.
As for trump card secret arts or divine powers, those were reserved for life-and-death battles among equals, not for a friendly exchange like this.
After all, they had agreed to ten then a hundred moves.
If a newly advanced mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator forced him to that point, it would only reveal his lack of composure, leaving him open to ridicule from other great cultivators across Heaven Honoured Continent.
“The younger generation is truly formidable.”
Overturning Sea True Monarch let out a sigh, now regarding Lan Chang'an with wholly renewed eyes.
There was no gloomy anger of a man who had lost a wager.
Instead, there was appreciation in his gaze, an expectation for what the younger cultivator might become.
He admitted defeat with grace.
With a sweep of his wide dark robes, a whirlpool of water formed at his sleeve.
Whoosh!
The massive squid-like sea beast that had bound Jiang Ziyan uncoiled its fearsome tentacles and dispersed into a black current, flowing back into the water vortex of his sleeve.
That leviathan-like beast, comparable to a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had done nothing but restrain Purple Mist Fairy. No harm had come to her.
“Dalong!”
Jiang Ziyan, safe and sound, regained her freedom and rushed to Lan Chang'an’s side.
With joy sparkling in her soft violet eyes, she smiled sweetly and without hesitation wrapped her arm around his.
As if to proclaim to the world: This man who dared to stand against a great cultivator belongs to her.
Earlier, when Lan Chang'an had seemed indifferent to her peril, she had felt hurt and disappointed.
Only now did she realize, he had long seen through the situation, calmly enduring and countering the great cultivator’s might, saving her with wit and strength.
...
“Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Overturning Sea True Monarch!”
Lan Chang'an cupped his hands in a respectful salute, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.
This great cultivator lived up to his title, his word carried weight and he had the grace to accept loss with dignity.
Far more principled and magnanimous than expected.
“True Monarch Xiang wins without question…”
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s tone was even. He raised his sleeves and returned the gesture with equal respect.
The storm clouds and thunder dispersed. Golden sunlight poured down from the heavens.
The towering Overturning Sea True Monarch and the serene white-robed man saluted one another across the sky.
This sight stunned Jiang Ziyan and the high-ranking elders of Yunxia Sect.
For Lan Chang'an, the victor of this wager, to be treated as an equal by a great cultivator, across the vast Great Yuan cultivation world, how many others could claim such an honor?
Hmm?
As Overturning Sea True Monarch lowered his sleeves, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
His ears twitched and expanded slightly, vibrating at a high frequency, he had locked onto something above the clouds.
...
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A slow applause echoed from above.
“It has been many years. For Brother Xiang to face a Great Cultivator with only mid-stage cultivation… truly impressive.”
A man’s voice spoke with clear admiration.
Within the clouds, a gentle breeze stirred.
A faintly silver figure emerged from illusion into reality, as though stepping from another world.
Spatial travel technique!
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s expression shifted, his heart stirred with a hint of wariness.
This great cultivator fight had been observed… by a third party in the sky?
Not until the battle had ended did the crowd realize someone else had been present all along.
Just when had he arrived?
If he had been there from the start and even a great cultivator had failed to detect him…
“Brother Jing, why didn’t you show yourself earlier?”
Lan Chang'an brightened with joy, though he grumbled aloud.
If Jing Wufeng had appeared sooner, there’d have been no need to reveal his fourth-rank puppet formation.
He muttered inwardly: Jing Wufeng had probably wanted a dramatic entrance, waiting for him to be overwhelmed before swooping in at the last moment.
Just like those fated protagonists in illustrated legends.
“Haha! When I arrived, Brother Xiang was in the middle of a friendly duel with a great cultivator. I dared not disturb…”
The man in green silk robes laughed leisurely, expression relaxed.
His identity was self-evident.
“True Monarch Jing Tian.”
Jiang Ziyan and the Yunxia Sect elders recognized him. Jing Wufeng had once visited their sect.
...
"One of the Twin Dragons, Jing Wufeng?"
A cold gleam flickered in Overturning Sea True Monarch's eyes as his ashen hair billowed.
The power of the Overturning Sea Art surged forth, unleashing a devouring momentum that locked onto Jing Wufeng.
Jing Wufeng's figure stilled, caught in a terrifying tidal pull that threatened to drag him under.
Such immense magical power!
"I am indeed Jing Wufeng. What guidance does fellow Daoist wish to offer?"
His expression was calm as he met Overturning Sea True Monarch's awe-inspiring gaze head-on.
In that instant, two unseen spiritual senses collided in the void, clashing and recoiling.
Overturning Sea True Monarch remained motionless, but waves of shock surged in his heart.
He stared at Jing Wufeng with disbelief.
Jing Wufeng had roamed the Great Yuan, hiding his true cultivation.
If he revealed too much, others might suspect his identity as a disciple of Heavenly One Sect.
But in a clash of auras, such concealment was meaningless to a fellow late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
"To reach late-stage Nascent Soul at his age... he must be a disciple of Heavenly One Sect."
Sensing the confrontation between their spiritual senses, Lan Chang'an also saw through Jing Wufeng’s true realm.
"Was it you who killed True Monarch Netherwater?"
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s piercing gaze locked onto him as he asked coldly.
"If I had killed her, I wouldn't deny it."
Jing Wufeng’s tone was calm, showing no concern over Netherwater's death.
"That woman harbored ill intent and repeatedly attacked both Brother Xiang and me. Her death was well-deserved."
"If I had found her alone, I would have killed her all the same!"
By the end, Jing Wufeng’s words rang with killing intent.
"How brazen!"
Overturning Sea True Monarch bellowed. Azure whale tattoos slithered across his skin, and his body suddenly swelled to twelve feet tall, radiating the terrifying might of a fourth-rank body cultivator.
Thunder roared across the heavens. A tempest surged in from the sea.
Whoosh! Boom!
From the crashing waves, a sea halberd emerged, dark green and coiled with ancient dragon motifs, stirring up massive tidal waves.
Set into the halberd’s hilt was a deep-sea spirit pearl that gleamed like the eye of a sea dragon.
Where the blade passed, sea and sky parted, leaving pale scars in the fabric of space.
A primordial aura, as though it ruled the very oceans, spread through the heavens.
“The Sea Suppressing Halberd!”
Jiang Ziyan’s face paled. The Yunxia Sect disciples felt their hearts tremble, suffocated by its presence.
The magical tools and treasures on the cultivators present began to hum and shudder, as if worshipping an ancient god of the seas.
Overturning Sea True Monarch grasped the Sea Suppressing Halberd with his dragon-like hand. His twelve-foot bronze body stood like a pillar anchoring the sea, his spiritual pressure surging to a whole new stage.
"His power can’t be faced head-on."
Jing Wufeng’s face shifted slightly. His figure turned into a breeze and vanished into the void.
“You cannot escape!”
Overturning Sea True Monarch roared like thunder. The halberd cleaved through the sky, sending out a dark green arc that tore through space, invisible ripples piercing the void.
Boom!
Jing Wufeng was jolted from the shallow layers of space, his silver gale aura dimming and collapsing.
The green-silk figure was blasted a hundred zhang back by the halberd’s monstrous wave, tumbling through the air to absorb the force.
But in that instant before reemerging, the Voidless Blade within Jing Wufeng’s sleeve gleamed with silver-cyan crystalline light, and a sharp tremor resounded from within the shallow void.
In a flash, the Voidless Blade appeared behind Overturning Sea True Monarch without warning, its strike swift and unpredictable.
Shhht!
The translucent short blade streaked through the air, its silver-cyan edge tearing through the great cultivator’s protective barrier.
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s expression changed dramatically!
His wide sleeve surged, summoning a dark blue draconic scale barrier to intercept the Voidless Blade.
Yet the spatial artifact ignored part of that defense, the void edge pierced into the scale barrier.
Clang!
Overturning Sea True Monarch swept the Sea Suppressing Halberd backward at the last moment, deflecting the Voidless Blade and knocking it away.
But in the rush, a lock of his ashen hair was sliced away by the formless void blade.
At the same time, Jing Wufeng reappeared amidst the clouds above the crashing waves. His blood surged, his organs unsettled, his expression slightly strained.
Compared to Overturning Sea True Monarch, who stood at the peak late-stage of Nascent Soul, he was outmatched in sheer magical power.
Especially since the Dragon Whale Overturning Sea Art was known for its overwhelming might and dominance in direct combat.
With the Sea Suppressing Halberd in hand, Overturning Sea True Monarch was unmatched near the seas, famed across the Heaven Honoured Continent.
"A cultivator of both wind and space elements..."
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s face darkened slightly, still shaken.
That brief moment had brought a rare sense of danger, his defenses nearly pierced by Jing Wufeng’s spatial weapon.
A space-element cultivator of this level was extremely hard to guard against and posed an immense threat.
Mastering both wind and space Dao intents, Jing Wufeng’s escape speed reigned supreme under the heavens.
Perhaps only the legendary Deity Transformation Heavenly Lords, regardless of the cost of their longevity, could hope to truly restrain him.
Facing such a formidable foe, the initiative no longer belonged to Overturning Sea True Monarch.
...
The two great cultivators stared across the sea of clouds, locked in a tense standoff, each wary of the other.
Just then, a blurred blue-white light figure streaked between them.
The figure split into three, warping perception.
Then just as quickly, the illusions merged, forming a white-robed man of striking grace and a timeless air.
Overturning Sea True Monarch’s gaze sharpened, he sensed late-stage Nascent Soul fluctuations of illusion magic.
Those illusions had reached the level of a great cultivator!
Jing Wufeng was secretly surprised, just how many tricks had Xiang Dalong held back even while fighting a great cultivator?
The tides surged below, as a calm, steady voice echoed:
“Fellow Daoists, may I ask you both to give Xiang just a bit of face and let this end here?”