Time and again, Li Changzhou had already crossed the mountain twenty-five times, increasing his combat power twenty-five times. Even though his divine body had cracked, he was still able to withstand the True Dragon's attack and unleash even greater power.

"The true dragon has really defied the heavens?" Old Ghost was also shocked.

Li Changzhou, who had crossed the mountain twenty-five times, could definitely crush him, but the true dragon gradually withstood the pressure and became stronger.

The twelve half-saints were also watching the battle.

"The method that the true dragon comprehended was perfect for him, and he happened to be trapped and at a disadvantage. He had all the advantages of timing, location, and people."

"Should we go help?"

Tian Shi hesitated slightly: "With Old Ghost here, I'm also worried that our going will make the True Dragon even stronger. Although the True Dragon is currently suppressing the King of Black Mist, defeating him would require even more power. Without external pressure, his power cannot increase further."

True Dragon's Rising Dragon Fist does have limitations.

Without external pressure, one cannot proactively raise their own limits.

Li Changzhou struggled to withstand the twenty-five times the power, but gradually got used to it. The powerful force stirred up the chaotic energy, which manifested as black lightning.

The two were enveloped in chaos, with black lightning clashing with azure flames, unleashing awe-inspiring divine power.

The true dragon emerged from the azure flames, standing tall in the void like a god-king of the universe.

"What fate? I am the master of my own destiny!" He turned around, transformed into a dragon, and roared angrily.

"A ship, lucky enough to break through the waves, dares to say it only trusts itself? Let me tell you, as long as you are at sea and still alive, you will be at the mercy of fate!" Black lightning flashed around Li Changzhou.

"Rising Dragon Fist!" Vacuum was like a supreme being on a journey, leaping down from the heavens and unleashing the Dragon Fist.

The earth trembled and the sky cracked; it was so powerful that it seemed to have pulled the sky down with it.

The primordial divine tree rustled, Li Changzhou's blood roared like thunder, his qi and blood surged violently, and his whole body felt as if it were on fire.

"Ah!!" he roared, shaking his arms.

Boom!

A colossal divine form appeared behind him.

His divine form was enormous and boundless, with stars and the sun and moon spinning at his fingertips. This was Li Changzhou's divine body, and in a sense, this was the real him.

"Ultimate Divine Art, Primordial Divine Body!"

Li Changzhou slowly spread his arms to his sides, feeling an explosive pain throughout his body, as if his soul was burning.

The burning sensation was real; blood mist rose from his entire body.

"ah--"

He let out a painful roar, and the enormous divine form transformed into a torrent of blood and qi, all rushing into his body.

"Crack!" A huge crack appeared on his chest, and terrifying energy surged within the crack.

As more and more blood and qi flowed into him, his eyes turned bloodshot, shooting out red light for dozens of miles, and his body continued to crack.

When all the blood and qi rush into him, he is like a piece of scrap paper that has been pieced together with great care; even a gentle breeze can blow him away.

"Give it to me, place the order!"

boom!

The surging airflow subsided somewhat, and the body stopped shattering.

Twenty-five times [Mountain Crossing], Annihilation Divine Light, Primordial Divine Body, and the ultimate divine technique appear simultaneously!

The terrifying, twisted, blood-red monster raised its head and looked at the true dragon that was throwing a punch at fate.

"You say that power is destiny, then I'll tell you, my power is above yours!"

He took a step, and a blood-red footprint appeared in the void, like a red-hot iron leaving a permanent scar on the skin. The space was forcibly reshaped by his power.

The old ghost and the twelve half-saints changed color; the aura they generated from taking just one step was enough to make them feel suffocated.

The true dragon sensed the aura of the "Rising Dragon Fist: Trapped Dragon Fights for Life" in Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou comprehended another profound principle of the art of raising dragons, and with this principle, he was able to barely unleash three ultimate divine arts simultaneously.

Black, chaotic lightning intertwined around him, as if submitting.

"Your becoming stronger will only make me stronger!" The true dragon sensed an intense threat of death, yet he continued to throw punches.

Unmatched bravery, the true meaning of fighting a trapped dragon to the death was brought to its extreme!

"Kill!" The two clashed again.

But after exchanging only one move, Li Changzhou's barely maintained balance was shattered, and he was reduced to dust by his own power.

The true dragon was directly blasted apart, unable to withstand the combined power of the three ultimate divine arts.

The two men's shattered bones and flesh floated on the holy path, their divine senses almost completely gone. It took a long time for them to slowly recover and barely regain their physical bodies.

"After the trapped dragon fights for its life, it will soar to the heavens," the true dragon was extremely weak, but its eyes were still fiercely fixed on Li Changzhou. "King of Black Mist, this is a draw. Once I have perfected the Rising Dragon Fist, I will come back to kill you!"

He transformed into a streak of light and rushed toward the Eighth Temple.

"These are all incredible," the old ghost sighed, and turned to leave.

"How are you?" Tian Shi asked Li Changzhou.

"It's nothing." Li Changzhou shook his head, suppressing his surging blood. "Thank you for your help. I will never forget your kindness today."

Tian Shi nodded.

Li Changzhou opened his mouth and inhaled, releasing energy. A terrifying storm appeared on the Holy Path, and even the [Heavenly Will - Wind] revealed a trace of its aura.

The twelve half-saints' expressions changed slightly, sensing that the King of Black Mist had become even more terrifying, and his every move was reminiscent of [the past].

"Go!" Li Changzhou rushed towards the Eighth Holy Temple.

The twelve half-saints transformed into streams of light, closely following behind him.

—I don’t know why, but I’m not afraid at all now. I feel very safe following behind the King of Black Mist.

—Me too, it doesn't feel like going to a battlefield, it feels like going to slaughter.

—Let's get fired up and cause a ruckus!

—The King of Black Mist will do everything in his power to help us and receive the favor of fate. Do you think any of us might become saints?

—You can think about it, but don't push yourself too hard. With the King of Black Mist around, we have plenty of time to cultivate.

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