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"I won't engage in this verbal sparring with you. Stand up and fight me, and the truth will reveal itself," Luo Xiong said, suppressing his anger.
"Why should I stand up to deal with you?" Yan Xiaotian replied with a laugh, perfectly embodying an air of arrogance.
Luo Xiong was enraged; the water around him splashed violently, mirroring his turbulent emotions.
The onlookers were left dumbfounded. To them, Luo Xiong was a legendary figure in martial arts, revered and admired, yet here he was being so openly insulted—it was simply unbelievable. However, most spectators wore expressions of anticipation and excitement. To witness a clash between the Divine Realm at this Martial Arts Gathering was truly worth the trip. Normally, even a confrontation between Transcendence figures was a rare sight, let alone the legendary Divine Realm.
As Luo Xiong's fury reached its peak, it finally erupted completely; Yan Xiaotian had gone too far. An invisible and powerful aura burst forth from Luo Xiong's body, sending waves three feet high across the water's surface.
"Godly Blade, Breaking Waves!" Luo Xiong shouted as he raised his extraordinary blade and swung it down at Yan Xiaotian. A blade aura, half solid and half ethereal, extended for dozens of meters and fell from the sky. The formidable energy of the blade parted the water below, creating a one-meter-deep chasm.
"What a powerful blade aura!" gasped the crowd in shock. If an ordinary person were struck by such a fierce attack, they would be obliterated without a trace. Yet Yan Xiaotian remained seated, unmoving.
Everyone held their breath; even Peng Tianqi and others furrowed their brows in grave concern. Luo Xiong's strike demanded their utmost attention.
"Luo Xiong, with such a divine weapon as the Godly Blade in your hands, is this all the power you can muster?" Yan Xiaotian suddenly laughed. As his arrogant laughter echoed, the water around him began to swirl rapidly. In an instant, it formed a vortex that rose around him like a pagoda, encasing him within.
Luo Xiong's blade aura collided with the Tornado Vortex as if a steel blade had struck rapidly spinning gears—instantly shattered and deflected. The blade aura dissipated, causing Luo Xiong's hand to tremble slightly from the impact.
A chill ran through Luo Xiong's heart; however, he showed no signs of fear on the surface. He had already been defeated by Yan Xiaotian once before; this time he could not afford to falter again.
"Supreme Blade Technique, Second Form: God-Slaying Slash!" After a brief hesitation, Luo Xiong launched another attack with even more ferocity. Yet unfortunately, he still could not break through Yan Xiaotian's protective Tornado Vortex.
Once again astonished, Luo Xiong realized that Yan Xiaotian could effortlessly block his strike using merely a vortex formed from water waves—it was truly astounding. But there was no turning back for Luo Xiong now. He had publicly declared he would kill Yan Xiaotian in front of thousands; if he backed down now, he would become a laughingstock in the martial arts world.
A head may be severed, blood may flow, but one’s pride must not be lost. Luo Xiong prepared to strike again.
“God-Slaying Blade.” Luo Xiong soared high into the air, wielding the divine blade with a flourish. The Blazing Sun illuminated the edge of the blade, its brilliance dazzling. With a single strike, it descended like a giant's blow.
At that moment, the swirling vortex of ferocious wolves surrounding Yan Xiaotian surged violently, rising like a dragon emerging from water.
With a thunderous crash, the two forces collided, sending splashes of water in all directions, drenching many onlookers. The vortex of water gradually fell back down, while Luo Xiong descended as well. Those with keen eyes could see that his body trembled slightly.
The vortex that had enveloped Yan Xiaotian finally receded, leaving him sitting calmly on the water's surface, his expression serene.
“Supreme Blade Technique, there are seven forms in total. Your Luo family possesses four forms, and there's still one form, Ritual Offering. Why not show it to me? Let me see what you’ve got,” Yan Xiaotian said with a smile.
The muscles in Luo Xiong's face twitched as he looked at Yan Xiaotian's calm demeanor. He suddenly realized that although he was also in the Divine Realm, the gap between him and Yan Xiaotian was still vast.
Feeling unwilling and frustrated, Luo Xiong had dedicated years to intense training and had even resorted to unscrupulous means to enhance his cultivation. He had believed he could defeat Yan Xiaotian, but now it seemed he didn't even have the qualifications to stand on equal footing with him.
This realization struck Luo Xiong hard; his face flushed with anger, his head buzzed with confusion, and he began to lose his rationality.
“Since you want to see Ritual Offering, then let your blood be the offering for my divine blade,” Luo Xiong shouted with red eyes and a low voice.
Driven mad by desperation, he prepared to fight Yan Xiaotian to the death, willing to risk everything for a chance at victory.
His inner energy surged violently as he slashed his palm open, blood flowing down the blood groove of the divine blade's hilt, saturating every inch of it.
He had completely lost his sanity, using his life force to empower the divine blade. It absorbed Luo Xiong's essence and blood, and the gleaming blade became covered in crimson veins resembling spider webs—a sight both eerie and mesmerizing.
“Supreme Blade Technique, Fourth Form, Ritual Offering!” Luo Xiong roared. The divine blade glowed fiercely red, its energy soaring into the sky like a blood-colored rainbow.
The blade's light split into hundreds of beams that rushed toward Yan Xiaotian from all directions.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yan Xiaotian's mouth as he lowered his arms and spread his palms wide. His hands seemed to possess an infinite pulling force; droplets of water rose from the surface and circled around him, refracting sunlight into a spectrum of colors.
These droplets hung suspended in mid-air around Yan Xiaotian, gathering more and more until they formed a curtain of water.
Onlookers were bewildered by this spectacle. Could it be that Yan Xiaotian intended to use these water droplets against Luo Xiong's divine blade?
As the droplets amassed to a certain extent, Yan Xiaotian's internal energy surged within him. He opened his mouth and expelled it forcefully; his inner energy burst forth like a tangible substance, spreading out in fine threads that connected all the droplets surrounding him.
The droplets were transparent while the inner energy appeared as white threads visible to the naked eye—like an enormous net woven from Inner Strength Silk Thread and water droplets.
With a gesture, Yan Xiaotian summoned this massive net above him. As the blood-red light from Luo Xiong's blade struck it, it felt as if steel blades were hitting a sturdy iron net—only causing slight indentations but failing to break or tear through it.
“Luo Xiong, kneel down and beg for mercy now, and I may spare your life. You have three seconds to consider,” came Yan Xiaotian’s voice, echoing ominously.
Luo Xiong's heart trembled, but how could he kneel and beg for mercy? If he were to kneel and plead in front of so many people, he might as well be dead. Just as he hesitated, Yan Xiaotian's voice rang out again. "In that case, you should just die."
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