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"You have just entered the Creation Realm, and your foundation is unstable. Your combat power... can barely be considered acceptable."
Lin Qiubai licked his lips, his gaze fervent. His physical strength was nearly a million pounds, and he was at the first level of the Yuan Dan Realm. He wanted to test what truly made the Creation Realm so formidable.
"Attempting to stop a chariot with a mantis' arm is utterly ridiculous!"
Upon hearing this, Qitōn chuckled disdainfully, viewing Lin Qiubai as a frog at the bottom of a well, foolishly trying to gauge the vastness of the sky.
Without wasting another word, he drew his sword and transformed into a fleeting shadow, disappearing from Lin Qiubai's sight.
At the same time, Lin Qiubai also moved.
The two of them merged into the void.
The sword that froze the air only struck against a pure white afterimage.
Qitōn let out a light exclamation, quite surprised by Lin Qiubai's easy escape.
However,
Lin Qiubai knew that his evasion was not as effortless as it appeared.
Although he often took time to comprehend the Raging Lizard Sandstep, he was still a step away from mastering it. The mid-tier Movement Technique at the king level was still lacking in effectiveness without reaching minor mastery.
It was not as good as the high-tier Spirit-level Movement Technique, the Wind Control Technique, which had reached major mastery.
Thus, during their clash of Movement Techniques, the Wind Control Technique felt inadequate.
Every time Lin Qiubai dodged his opponent's deadly and cunning attacks, his heart raced. It was incredibly difficult to evade them!
If it weren't for the combat instincts developed during his previous death trial, he would have been defeated in an instant.
After thirteen strikes, a look of shock covered Qitou's face.
Under normal circumstances, a martial artist just entering the Yuan Dan Realm would not be able to withstand even a single move from a Transcendent Realm Martial Artist.
Even though Qitou was only at the first level of the Creation Realm, his strength had undergone a qualitative change, allowing him to crush martial artists at the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm.
Unless one was an exceptionally talented genius or a core disciple from a Holy Land, it was impossible to challenge a Transcendent of Creation while being at the Peak of Yuan Dan Realm.
However, after taking over a dozen strikes, Lin Qiubai remained lively and unharmed!
"Your speed has flaws, but your reaction speed compensates for those shortcomings to some extent. Relying on combat instincts to avoid fatal attacks is terrifying. Therefore, today you can only be buried here."
Qitou put away his hint of amusement and positioned his longsword across his chest, preparing for a real fight.
Within his Dantian, the Yuan Dan surged wildly, and Vital Energy flowed fiercely within him.
On the silver blade of his sword, Sword Intent circulated, and in the void, countless sword sounds echoed!
Lin Qiubai stood firmly in place; a flash of silver light appeared in his palm as the Sacred Spear fell tightly into his grip.
A fierce aura surged into the sky.
"Your spear? It still has ten percent of Spear Intent!?"
Saito stared in disbelief at the raging Blood Qi Domain surrounding Lin Qiubai, his heart suddenly contracting.
After much effort, he had only grasped a mere ten percent of Sword Intent, yet the young man before him had a mastery of Realm that was not inferior to his own!
Terrifying!
Simply terrifying!
"You're not the only one who has mastered Realm. However... your Comprehension is truly pitiful. You've already entered Creation Realm, yet you only have ten percent of Sword Intent. Tsk tsk... how sad."
Lin Qiubai mocked.
Saito's anger surged as he dashed forward, crossing dozens of meters with a speed almost impossible to perceive, crashing fiercely into Lin Qiubai.
Lin Qiubai stood firm like a mountain, his spear striking like a dragon. The Longsword and Spear transformed into a ferocious dragon, weaving through the Void, while Spear Intent and Sword Intent spun wildly like silver petals in a hurricane, the sounds of metal clashing resonating throughout the area.
"Get lost!"
Lin Qiubai shouted fiercely, unleashing the full force of his million-pound physique as the spear struck the abdomen of the Longsword.
"Buzz..."
The Longsword trembled violently, emitting a mournful wail.
Saito's expression changed drastically as his hands shook.
His feet rapidly pushed against the ground for twenty meters before he finally halted his retreat, staring at Lin Qiubai in shock.
The surrounding black-clad figures were left speechless; Lin Qiubai's presence made their legs tremble.
"How could physical strength force me back?! What kind of extraordinary Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures did you consume?"
Lin Qiubai remained silent, his eyes bloodshot.
He was affected by that invincible feeling from earlier...
At this moment, his blood felt like erupting lava, surging within him!
"I am invincible!"
Lin Qiubai shouted in a low voice, raising his Spear and following the retreating Qitō. He thrust the Spear downward, unleashing a relentless barrage of thirty-six strikes!
Each strike was like a waterfall plummeting from a great Cliff, capable of shattering any stubborn rock that stood in its way.
Even though Qitō had reached the first level of the Creation Realm, he was suppressed by this continuous onslaught of heavy strikes, his hands trembling violently, and his arms felt faintly sore!
"You..."
Qitō's gaze turned cold, a murderous intent enveloping him.
Suddenly, he unleashed a terrifying sword strike that collided with Lin Qiubai's Spear. The overwhelming momentum came to an abrupt halt, and his body was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Lin Qiubai stood up again. "The Transcendent of Creation truly has its merits."
Qitō was furious.
He, a Transcendent of Creation, was actually looked down upon by an ant from the Yuan Dan Realm?!
What a great humiliation!!
"Do you really think that's all my strength? Ridiculous. I'm not going to play house with you anymore. This is my strongest move: Yin Wind Bone Refining Thirteen Swords!"
Caiteng shouted lightly, and the Sword Intent suddenly became eerie and strange, as if countless cold winds were brushing against Lin Qiubai's face.
It aimed to erode all his flesh and blood, even grinding his bones to dust!
That kind of Martial Arts, still in its initial stage, made Lin Qiubai's back feel a chill.
The breath of death lingered in his heart.
Instinct told Lin Qiubai that even if he fully activated Blood Battle in Hell, he would not be able to withstand Caiteng's Yin Wind Bone Refining Thirteen Swords!!
Because Caiteng, as a Transcendent of Creation, had already mastered Yin Wind Bone Refining Thirteen Swords to perfection.
Even though Blood Battle in Hell was a Quasi-Divine Level Martial Technique, it was still slightly inferior; if he forcibly used Blood Battle in Hell to resist, Lin Qiubai would surely meet a tragic end.
With this thought in mind, Lin Qiubai slowly shifted his right foot on the ground to stabilize his stance. His hands formed seals, and a black aura surrounded him, filled with demonic intent.
As the seals solidified, behind Lin Qiubai, a black beast shadow slowly emerged. The beast shadow stood thousands of feet tall, with exposed fangs and sharp angles at its joints.
A breath of Wilderness Fierce Beast spread out.
"Heavenly Demon One Bow, ancient and fleeting, a moment in eternity..."
Complex hand seals flew through the air as the black beast shadow behind Lin Qiubai suddenly opened its eyes.
The pair of blood-red eyes plunged the world of Radius into darkness in an instant.
Boom!
The sound of Sky shattering echoed for miles.
The Behemoth slowly bowed to Qitō.
All of this seemed lengthy, yet it was completed in a moment.
Qitō's first sword strike was unleashed, its indomitable blade meeting that bizarre bow, instantly vanishing into thin air.
Meanwhile, Qitō himself was pinned in place, unable to move!
As the Black Beast gradually knelt, even the mighty Transcendent of Creation began to crumble. It resembled a dried-up riverbed, the land cracking and parched.
The only difference was that Qitō's cracked skin was gushing forth blood with a strong metallic scent.
"Ah! You...!!"
Qitō was filled with extreme panic, his eyes nearly bursting with rage, blood streaming from his eye sockets!
Lin Qiubai also shed two streams of blood tears from the corners of his eyes; he closed them and continued to form seals.
As the beast's bow approached its conclusion, Lin Qiubai's chest began to fracture, his arms already a bloody mess...
Lin Qiubai let out a chilling smile; Heavenly Demon Three Kneels truly was a move that harmed the enemy a thousand while inflicting eight hundred damage upon oneself.
Although he knew he would suffer severe backlash, Lin Qiubai remained unafraid.
With a sudden leap, he kicked the Black Beast in the back, and the last mark was completed!
The Black Beast completely knelt down!
With a piercing wail, Qiteng's face was filled with fear, but it was too late to escape. He could only watch helplessly as his body suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of Blood Mist.
The few men in black were also affected, transforming into a pool of flesh that slowly flowed on the ground...
Lin Qiubai spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, still shaken. This move had nearly incapacitated him.
At this moment, although he was not dead, he had lost all combat ability.
However, in the next moment, Lin Qiubai's blood-red eyes suddenly fixed on the lifeless body of the Purple Skirt Girl.
She,
was surprisingly wearing a strange smile, coming back to life...
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