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The madness of Northern Crossing Qing was not without reason. On this Northern Crossing Star, the surname Northern Crossing represented power, akin to royalty. Even in decline, no one dared to look down upon it.
The Beidu Clan also claimed to be the guardians of Northern Crossing Star, and they would certainly not hold back against the outsider Zuo Dao when confronting Northern Crossing Qing.
As the battle song began to play, Northern Crossing Qing transformed his fist into a palm and struck at Zuo Dao's neck with ruthless intent. He understood that even if a Cultivator in the Robbery Realm suffered decapitation or dismemberment, they would not truly die. However, for a Cultivator, having their head severed was a tremendous humiliation.
Zuo Dao's gaze turned cold as he met the attack with a powerful punch, causing clouds to scatter and the space to tremble.
When their fists collided, Northern Crossing Qing had yet to react before being blasted away by an immense force, crashing through a distant mountain peak.
At that moment, Northern Crossing Qing became serious; the opponent's combat strength was on par with his own. Although this blow resulted from his underestimation, he knew deep down that it was not something an ordinary Cultivator could withstand.
The Northern Crossing Divine Fist was a technique passed down through the Northern Crossing Lineage, and he was well aware of its power. Though he had delivered it casually, it was not something just anyone could endure.
Previously, he had not taken a close look at Zuo Dao. After being sent flying, he began to observe this White-Clad Monk before him.
That strike had not inflicted any harm; even his clothing bore no wrinkles—only his expression showed signs of distress.
Zuo Dao was very young; even without him saying so, Northern Crossing Qing knew that he himself was considered talented within the Clan. Yet here stood Zuo Dao, who had already reached a level beyond tribulation at such a young age. In comparison, he felt like an ugly duckling, which only fueled his murderous intent.
That killing intent was quickly sensed by Zuo Dao. He truly did not know how to respond. The one who initiated the attack was his opponent; after being struck by him, how could one harbor such murderous thoughts? This person’s parents must have taught him well!
In that moment, a profound wave surged from within Northern Crossing Qing. The exposed skin began to change; a dark green hue formed on his surface, and his eyes turned into emerald orbs, giving him an inexplicable aura of strangeness.
"You are strong; even among the younger generation of my Clan, few can reach this Realm at your age." Completely transformed into another person, Northern Crossing Qing slowly stepped forth from the void.
"This power..." Zuo Dao narrowed his eyes; it felt familiar yet elusive.
"However, no matter how strong you are, you cannot defeat me on this Northern Crossing Star." As he spoke, Northern Crossing Qing's fists collided together, producing a sound reminiscent of decaying wood and tattered leather.
"Beidu Clan's Northern Crossing Qing—if I were to remain in my normal form, I would not be your opponent." Despite his madness, a trace of pride from the immortal lineage still lingered within him; it was ingrained in his bones—a pride that no member of the Northern Crossing family could abandon.
"Although I do not know your origins, you are undoubtedly a worthy opponent who can add significant merit to my achievements. Let us fight!"
A long howl echoed through the air as Northern Crossing Qing unleashed a mysterious power to attack Zuo Dao.
Zuo Dao responded with a hearty laugh, launching a counterattack. Fists met fists, palms met palms, and the area around them seemed to explode with energy. Waves of battle sounds rippled through the air, yet both fighters remained contained within their own sphere.
It appeared that Northern Crossing Qing wanted to keep their battle hidden from prying eyes, which was why he focused the sound within a confined area. Zuo Dao also wished to avoid attracting too many onlookers.
In this tumultuous clash of sound, the two fought like lightning. The danger they faced far surpassed that of any spell duel; either side struck would leave them wounded.
From their exchanges, Zuo Dao learned the name of this star and gained new insights about it. The strength of this planet exceeded that of any other in the Great Star Domain. On any other planet, their battle would have shattered the very fabric of reality.
Northern Crossing Qing continued to wield the Northern Crossing Divine Fist, but in this form, he was exponentially more powerful than before. Each move sent mountains flying, carrying unmatched force straight at Zuo Dao.
If Zuo Dao had been indifferent before, he now wore a serious expression—not due to his opponent's strength, but because of his cultivation method.
It was clear that Northern Crossing Qing was not using an orthodox celestial technique. Zuo Dao could tell without needing to see; mixed within his pure Spirit Energy was a faint green aura, and the flow of energy within his meridians diverged significantly from that of human cultivation methods.
Even with Zuo Dao's worldly perspective, he couldn't discern everything at once; however, this did not hinder his ability to learn. The Supreme True Martial Body not only granted him immense power but also allowed him to remember everything related to martial arts, enabling him to draw connections and make inferences effortlessly.
Zuo Dao swung his fists, transforming into a thousand-armed war god as he executed his Tai Chi circle in the air. All of Northern Crossing Qing's attacks fell upon it like stones sinking into the sea, creating no ripples whatsoever.
Northern Crossing Qing grew increasingly alarmed as he realized how much trouble Zuo Dao's strange abilities were causing him. He had encountered similar cultivation methods before—his ancestors had celestial beings among them—but even with that knowledge, he could not find anything in his records that surpassed what Zuo Dao was demonstrating.
It was as if Zuo Dao were an endless abyss, continuously absorbing his power without any reaction. Typically, such techniques have a limit; like a bucket overflowing when filled with water. Yet it seemed that Zuo Dao faced no such issue.
Despite unleashing countless strikes—enough force combined to burst a Robber Monk—Zuo Dao continued to neutralize his attacks as if they were utterly ineffective.
This could not continue. Although his own energy expenditure was minimal, he could not withstand the endless abyss that was Zuo Dao. He also did not wish for the battle to drag on any longer. Their conflict could no longer remain concealed; their movements were far too conspicuous. Even though Northern Crossing Qing was aware of this fact, several sounds still traveled far beyond their immediate vicinity.
He knew that Clan members would soon arrive. If he could not conclude the battle quickly, he would bear significant responsibility when they showed up.
Northern Crossing Qing was not foolish despite his reckless demeanor. He had initially thought that his opponent would not be able to hold out much longer in close combat, but he was surprised to discover that the other party was a master of melee fighting, possessing an incredibly powerful transformation technique. If this continued, it was unclear who would end up at a disadvantage.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Northern Crossing Qing unleashed a series of punches that forced Zuo Dao back, creating distance between them.
"Not going to fight anymore?" Zuo Dao felt a bit frustrated by Northern Crossing Qing's actions. He was so close to fully grasping the opponent's cultivation method, yet at such a critical moment, Northern Crossing Qing had chosen to withdraw.
However, he quickly realized he had misjudged the situation. From a distance, Northern Crossing Qing was now wielding a large spear. The spearhead gleamed like blood and shone brightly like the sun. It turned out that the fight had escalated from hand-to-hand combat to weaponry.
No matter how one looked at it, the spear in Northern Crossing Qing's hands was no ordinary weapon. There was an overwhelming power contained within its body that could be felt faintly.
Wanting to resolve the battle quickly, Northern Crossing Qing pointed the spear forward. Without any visible movement, a cold light flashed past Zuo Dao's eyes.
"That was fast," Zuo Dao thought. The speed of the thrust left him no time to react; he could only cross his left palm and block with the Xiangsi Sword.
At the same time, a strange force flowed along the sword into his body. For anyone else, being invaded by such foreign energy would have caused chaos, but for Zuo Dao, it was a perfect opportunity to unlock new potential.
His right hand wielded the Soul-Devouring Blade as he swiftly slashed at Northern Crossing Qing, even causing strange phenomena to manifest along the blade.
In terms of quality, both the Xiangsi Sword and Soul-Devouring Blade were inferior to the large spear in Northern Crossing Qing's hands. Thus, Zuo Dao did not engage in a direct confrontation; instead, he combined his previous learned boxing techniques with his attacks.
For Zuo Dao, swords, spears, fists, palms—everything was essentially the same. Even if he were given a broken bowl, he could still unleash Sword Intent with it.
Once the battle escalated into weaponry, the entire scene was no longer under Northern Crossing Qing's control. The sound of shattering glass echoed as the previously restrained sound waves finally erupted.
However, due to being compressed countless times during their earlier fight, this release did not create a loud disturbance; instead, it sounded like tearing cloth—a gentle yet sharp noise.
"Hiss."
Yet when it reached their ears, it resonated like countless brass bells ringing simultaneously, causing both fighters' minds to race. The sound waves swept through their surroundings like a force of nature, effortlessly slicing through several towering peaks.
Both sides halted their battle under this overwhelming sound wave.
A buzzing sensation filled Northern Crossing Qing's mind, momentarily rendering him deaf. Zuo Dao was not faring any better, feeling the turbulence of his internal energy.
Both were exceptional individuals, and the thousands of attacks exchanged earlier had now culminated in a powerful release. The fact that neither bore any injuries from the sonic assault was quite remarkable.
However, both of them frowned, for someone had appeared.
At this point, it was no longer a matter of whether Zuo Dao would choose to fight or not. Northern Crossing Qing felt the same way; the commotion they had caused was too significant to simply back down now. If they ceased their actions at this moment, Zuo Dao might be fine, but Northern Crossing Qing would have a hard time explaining himself.
Northern Crossing Qing tightened his grip on the spear once more and launched another attack. Zuo Dao recognized his opponent's intent and had no choice but to continue fighting.
Sigh, pride can be deadly. Although something felt off about the other party, their skills were undeniably impressive. Zuo Dao was reluctant to engage because he didn't want to make a scene right after entering Northern Crossing Star; such a disturbance would complicate matters. Yet, given the current situation, he could only take it step by step.
Northern Crossing Qing unleashed his true power; if anyone witnessed this scene and returned to the Clan, it would undoubtedly become a laughingstock.
With continuous howls, the spear struck like a dragon, each thrust transforming into a beastly form. This was the secret technique of the Beidu Clan—the Beidou Ten Thousand Beasts Spear.
Each strike could summon an ancient celestial beast to assist in battle. However, due to Northern Crossing Qing's realm limitations, he had yet to reach the point where countless beasts could charge forth. Still, it was not something an ordinary Cultivator could contend with.
At that moment, Zuo Dao secretly hoped he would unleash even more techniques for his "reference."
If Northern Crossing Qing were to discover Zuo Dao's thoughts at that moment, he might very well spit out three liters of blood in anger.
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