"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"
A cultivator at the mid-stage of the Dao attainment realm swung his sword at the person next to him; the blade flashed fiercely, aiming straight for vital points.
"Want to kill me? You'll see if you have the life first!"
The attacked cultivator refused to back down, raising a shield and drawing a short dagger to retaliate.
Above the sea of clouds, sword light, blade shadows, and claw marks intertwined, screams rose and fell, and blood dripped into the sea of clouds, only to be swallowed up by the rolling mist, making the chaotic battle even more bloody.
Xiao Chen and Shi Tou stood back to back in a relatively secluded corner, barely affected by the surrounding chaos.
Whenever a cultivator tried to approach, Stone would swing his fist and unleash a powerful punch, accompanied by a whooshing sound. His fist was as hard as black iron.
If an ordinary cultivator in the Dao Proving stage were to be hit by his punch, they would either suffer a broken bone or be sent flying. In just a short while, three cultivators who tried to sneak up on him had been driven back, and no one dared to provoke this "human tank" again.
"Senior Brother, these people are in a bloodthirsty frenzy!"
Stone was panting heavily, his arms stained with someone else's blood, but he didn't care. "Are we just going to stand here and watch?"
"Wait a little longer."
Xiao Chen's gaze swept calmly over the chaotic crowd. "If we make a move now, we'll only be attacked by the masses. It's not too late to act when they've exhausted themselves."
His gaze occasionally fell on Lin Jingxing and Luo Qingyang, who remained standing near the stone platform, seemingly surrounded by an invisible barrier.
No one dared to approach easily. Golden spiritual energy flowed around Lin Jingxing, his aura calm and composed. Occasionally, chaotic spiritual energy would approach, but he would simply wave it away with a wave of his hand, his demeanor composed. Luo Qingyang, on the other hand, still held his white jade whisk, his eyes closed as if he were meditating, as if the fighting around him had nothing to do with him.
Just then, a cold shout suddenly rang out: "Luo Qingyang, your opponent is me!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a purple figure dart out like lightning, holding a slender purple sword in his hand. The tip of the sword carried a faint spatial fluctuation and was aimed straight at Luo Qingyang's back!
The one who made the move was Murong Feng, from the "Purple Lightning Sect." He was also a prodigy at the peak of the Dao attainment stage, and was as famous as Luo Qingyang.
He had been hiding in the crowd, waiting for Luo Qingyang to lower his guard before making a sudden move—in his view, Luo Qingyang was the biggest obstacle to the treasure, and as long as Luo Qingyang was eliminated, the treasure would be within his grasp.
"Finally couldn't hold back anymore?"
Luo Qingyang seemed to have anticipated this, showing no panic whatsoever, and gently waved the white jade whisk behind him.
"Buzz—!"
The white threads on the whisk instantly surged, like countless agile whips, precisely wrapping around the blade of the purple longsword.
The silk thread appeared soft, but it possessed extremely strong resilience. No matter how hard Murong Feng tried, he could not move it forward even an inch.
"What?!"
Murong Feng's pupils contracted slightly. He hadn't expected that his long-prepared sneak attack would be so easily blocked by Luo Qingyang.
Luo Qingyang slowly turned around, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with contempt: "Murong Feng, your tricks are not enough."
Before he finished speaking, he gently twisted his wrist.
The white silk threads binding the longsword suddenly tightened, carrying a strange rotating force. Murong Feng felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, his wrist was in excruciating pain, and the purple longsword almost slipped from his hand!
He hurriedly let go and stepped back, only to see Luo Qingyang swing his whisk again, dozens of white threads shooting out like venomous snakes, aiming straight for his vital points!
"Purple Lightning Secret Technique - Thunder and Lightning!"
Murong Feng dared not be careless. His purple spiritual power surged, and countless tiny purple arcs of electricity swirled around him, forming a lightning shield.
At the same time, he formed hand seals, and purple electric arcs condensed into several bolts of lightning, which he then blasted towards the white threads!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The white threads collided with the purple lightning, producing a dense, metallic clang.
The silk thread was struck by lightning, but it only trembled slightly and continued to approach Murong Feng; while the purple lightning was blocked by the silk thread and dissipated by more than half.
Luo Qingyang moved with light steps, as if strolling in a leisurely garden. He continuously waved his whisk, and the white silk threads sometimes transformed into long whips, sometimes into sharp blades, and sometimes into nets to trap the enemy, blocking all of Murong Feng's escape routes.
His moves appear gentle, yet they contain exquisite spatial laws; each thread precisely evades Murong Feng's attacks while simultaneously striking vital points.
Murong Feng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He had initially believed he and Luo Qingyang were evenly matched, but only after their actual exchange did he realize the vast difference in their abilities.
Luo Qingyang's understanding of the laws of space far exceeded his expectations, and his own lightning secret technique had almost no advantage in front of the opponent.
"Luo Qingyang! How dare you underestimate me!"
Murong Feng roared, unleashing his spiritual power without reservation. Purple arcs of electricity condensed into a massive lightning spear, which he hurled at Luo Qingyang with earth-shattering force!
This is his most treasured secret technique, which uses ninety percent of his spiritual power!
Luo Qingyang's eyes narrowed, but he remained calm. He held the white jade whisk horizontally in front of him, his hands quickly forming hand seals. The white threads on the whisk instantly converged, forming a transparent shield containing spatial fluctuations.
"boom--!"
The lightning spear crashed into the shield with a deafening roar, and purple arcs of electricity pounded against it, yet they could not break through.
Luo Qingyang gently raised his hand and pressed it lightly in the direction of Murong Feng.
The transparent shield suddenly erupted, and a powerful spatial force rebounded, shattering the lightning spear and transforming into an invisible palm print that slapped towards Murong Feng!
"puff--!"
Murong Feng was struck by the palm print, spitting out blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall at the edge of the sea of clouds. His aura instantly weakened, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.
Luo Qingyang put away his whisk, didn't even glance at Murong Feng, and turned to continue walking towards the stone platform, as if he had just solved a minor problem.
The chaotic battle above the sea of clouds paused briefly for a moment as this epic showdown came to an end.
Everyone stared at Luo Qingyang's retreating figure, their eyes filled with apprehension—even Murong Feng was no match for him; Luo Qingyang's strength was simply too formidable!
Xiao Chen looked at Luo Qingyang's figure, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
This Luo Qingyang is stronger than he imagined; it seems the process of vying for the secret treasure won't be so smooth.
Lin Jingxing finally stopped and turned to look at Luo Qingyang, a serious look appearing in his eyes for the first time.
Clearly, he also considered Luo Qingyang as his biggest rival in the struggle for the secret treasure.
The sea of clouds returned to chaos, but this time, no one dared to approach Luo Qingyang and Lin Jingxing easily.
Everyone knows that the only ones truly capable of vying for the secret treasure are these two top geniuses—and the blue-robed cultivator who has been standing quietly in the corner with a powerful body cultivator guarding him.
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