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The chaos within the Light Screen no longer piqued the interest of the Life and Death Realm Cultivators. The outcome was already predetermined; although Northern Crossing Qing was alone, his overwhelming presence had erupted across the battlefield.
Inside, fierce battles raged, but the ten prominent figures paid no heed to them. Their gazes were all focused on Zuo Dao. He was a mysterious and powerful individual, and more importantly, it seemed he held some unknown advantage over them.
What mattered most was his demeanor. The ten masters of the Life and Death Realm were not easily faced by just any Cultivator. One reason for the current situation was that Zuo Dao possessed the strength to contend with a Life and Death Realm Cultivator; having this qualification forced the Beidu Clan to take him seriously. Another reason was that the five non-Northern Crossing Life and Death Realm Cultivators did not want Zuo Dao to join their ranks. There were also some undisclosed reasons that remained a mystery.
Zuo Dao was currently enjoying a leisurely moment, merely observing the battle below while occasionally glancing at some nearby Cultivators. Each one he noticed felt a mix of joy and worry.
They were delighted at the possibility of qualifying for Xianzuka but anxious about the presence of the Killer God within.
The true harbinger of death.
Northern Crossing Qing found himself in an unclear state, as if he were detached from his own body. He watched himself slaughter as an observer.
His spear danced like blood, each thrust erupting in a spray of crimson. His internal spiritual energy flowed rapidly, providing him with immense power.
Anyone who could enter the Light Screen was undoubtedly talented—a Robber Monk under five hundred years old or a Life and Death Realm Cultivator under a thousand years old. Just these two criteria eliminated many candidates.
While there were no Life and Death Realm Cultivators under a thousand years old on Northern Crossing Star, there were plenty of Robber Monks under five hundred years old, all exceptional individuals.
Liu Cong was also considered one of the renowned talents on Northern Crossing Star; he had yet to step into the Endless Cycle Realm at under five hundred years old, making him one of the best among the best. Yet, against Northern Crossing Qing's spear, he had almost no chance to retaliate.
One artifact after another was deployed but shattered like fragile porcelain beneath Qing's strikes.
At that moment, Liu Cong spat out a shield that expanded in the wind, instantly forming a massive barrier in front of him just in time to block a thrust from Northern Crossing Qing. Before he could catch his breath, he noticed cracks spreading across the shield's surface.
With a loud crash, another artifact before him disintegrated into fragments. Before he could lament its loss, he saw a blur as the spear closed in on him.
The death of yet another Cultivator stirred feelings of sorrow among the others. Under Northern Crossing Qing's immense pressure, they finally cast aside their defenses and united their efforts to strike back.
They understood clearly that at this moment, Northern Crossing Qing was no longer an opponent to be faced alone; only by joining forces did they have a slim chance of survival.
Blood continued to flow, yet there was not a trace left behind. The people in the arena were too preoccupied to notice this detail, but some outside the Light Screen could not be oblivious.
Liu Cong had been shot dead by Northern Crossing Qing, his blood bursting forth in a fleeting moment, leaving the massive stone door wide open. More and more patterns began to writhe upon the stone door, sending chills down the spines of several Cultivators from the Life and Death Realm.
The unknown was truly terrifying.
Northern Crossing Qing himself was unsure what sustained him in battle. Normally, such intense fighting would have drained him long ago. Yet, even now, he felt invigorated, as if no matter how many opponents came at him, he would remain unfazed. It seemed as though a mysterious power was bestowing strength upon him.
Zhao Quan ranked twelfth on the talent list of Northern Crossing Star, making him a formidable expert. He had previously recorded kills against seasoned Robber Monks. Although he was merely in the Hundred Tribulations Realm, he possessed combat strength comparable to that of the Endless Cycle Realm.
After Liu Cong's swift demise, Zhao Quan had naturally become the leader among the remaining Cultivators. However, he was far more cautious than Liu Cong and could be considered a strategic mastermind.
Under his command, the Cultivators organized their offense and defense, slowing down Northern Crossing Qing's killing pace. Everything seemed to be progressing favorably.
Yet Northern Crossing Qing remained unperturbed, maintaining a powerful offensive.
Time passed slowly. Outside, aside from ten Life and Death Realm Cultivators and one Zuo Dao who maintained a calm demeanor, the other Cultivators displayed signs of impatience on their faces.
Beidu Liujin and others were unaware of Zuo Dao's thoughts. After several fruitless attempts to probe him, North Flow gave up. She found herself at a loss with this seemingly young yet oddly behaving boy.
After a while, Zuo Dao appeared somewhat bored; the ongoing battle inside was simply too dull. Aside from Northern Crossing Qing's relentless assault, there was little else to capture his interest.
It seemed that Northern Crossing Immortal had indeed reserved some power for his Bloodline; the first to enter would undoubtedly be a descendant of Northern Crossing. Moreover, Northern Crossing Immortal had been somewhat ruthless in maximizing his Bloodline's safety by significantly reducing potential dangers. The need for substantial amounts of Cultivator blood just to open the stone door indicated this clearly.
Zuo Dao was uncertain whether the blood of Northern Crossing would have any effect, but it was evident that it would be an impossible task. Perhaps those of the Northern Crossing Lineage were all above the stone door pouring their blood without any reaction; it was more likely to provoke the wrath of a deceased immortal. One should not assume that death meant everything was over; immortals could never be judged by common reasoning.
Since Northern Crossing Qing was handling things with ease, Zuo Dao did not mind adding some pressure on him. Under his watchful gaze, seven more Cultivators stepped forward. Without needing Zuo Dao's prompting, they understood what was expected of them. Moreover, seeing the expressions of several other prominent Cultivators made it clear that even if they did not step up voluntarily, they would be forced into action.
Watching the Seven People emerge, Zuo Dao smiled.
"It seems you all understand my intentions. I won’t say much more; go ahead and perhaps you’ll live long enough to step into the tomb. Otherwise, you have no hope at all."
For those like Zuo Dao, there was no hatred; the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and the conqueror reigns supreme, was an ironclad rule in the world of Cultivation.
The later one entered, the more one learned. As the Seven People stepped into the Light Screen, they quickly joined the Battle Formation and communicated some information with Zhao Quan and others.
The addition of the seven Cultivators put pressure on Northern Crossing Qing. To take on ten was possible; to take on a hundred was monstrous. No matter how strong Northern Crossing Qing was, there were limits to that strength. Even with the enhancement of Nameless Power, he could not fully unleash it due to his own constraints.
Northern Crossing wielded a spear known as Beast of Ten Thousand. When cultivated to its peak, wherever the spear tip pointed, countless beasts would soar. The Beast Spear in Northern Crossing Qing's hands had reached the pinnacle of the Beidu Family, almost attaining the Unity of Beasts.
In the hands of Northern Crossing Immortal, the Ten Thousand Beasts Spear Technique manifested as one spear for one beast; that was the highest Realm of Beast Spear—Unity of Beasts. However, no one in the current Beidu Clan could practice to such a level. Even those who achieved One Shot, Thousand Beasts were few and far between. Northern Crossing Qing was one of them.
Yet now, without reaching the realm of ten thousand beasts, Northern Crossing Qing's spear technique had already begun to transform. He had now attained a state where one spear could command ten beasts, but these ten beasts could rival a thousand.
As he wielded his spear, it moved like an ocean wave toward the opposing Cultivators. What did it matter if there was pressure? In Northern Crossing Qing's eyes, one person was no different from a hundred.
Kill.
With a firm grip on his long spear, he plunged directly into the crowd. A sweeping strike sent shards flying everywhere. All treasures crumbled under his Beast Spear as if they were fragile.
With a clang, someone finally intercepted his strike.
Youmeng Long, ranked twentieth on the Northern Crossing Star Talent List, though lower in rank, possessed formidable combat strength and wielded an extraordinary giant axe. Most of his power resided in that massive axe, which he could only wield due to his immense strength.
The origins of this giant axe were unknown, but it was clearly no ordinary treasure if it could stand against Beast Spear in a contest. Zhao Quan felt a surge of joy upon seeing someone capable of countering Northern Crossing Qing's Beast Spear and quickly adjusted his strategy from defense to offense. For the first time, the battlefield dynamics shifted due to Youmeng Long's presence.
Despite this, Northern Crossing Qing remained unfazed and continued his assault at will without altering his approach because of Youmeng Long. This eased Zhao Quan's mind; he feared that his opponent might adapt and avoid Youmeng Long while choosing to engage elsewhere.
Perhaps it had been a while since blood had been shed; the patterns on Shimen had also come to a standstill. Yet within Northern Crossing Qing's heart stirred an urge as if something were compelling him forward, while that nameless power surged into him with even greater intensity.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar Cultivation Method appeared in his mind.
Azure Dragon Spear.
It was another form of spear technique, but it was far superior to the Beast Spear. As the Cultivation Method settled in his mind, the Beast Spear in his hand naturally transformed into the Drifting Dragon Spear.
If the previous Beast Spear had instilled an invisible pressure on Zhao Quan and the others, the Drifting Dragon Spear now radiated a palpable sense of danger.
This was a true spear like a dragon, with no shadow of a person. The spiritual energy within him surged into the spear as if a dam had burst. Suddenly, the entire Beast Spear erupted with brilliant light, and amidst it, a dragon seemed to coil.
At that moment, Beidu Liujin and the others were utterly exhilarated. Above all beasts was the Azure Dragon, mentioned in ancient records. Although the Northern Crossing Immortal had left behind only the Dragon's Roar, it had never recorded the Dragon's Dance, which had once left them feeling regretful. But now, with the reemergence of the Drifting Dragon Spear, it was truly a great blessing!
Northern Crossing Qing felt that his internal spiritual energy was barely balanced with the replenishment from the Nameless Power, yet it was sufficient to support him in battle.
A more powerful force surged from within him. At that moment, he felt as if he had transformed into an ancient giant dragon, roaring through the human realm. He surveyed the world with an invincible presence.
In an instant, a sense of worship arose in the hearts of Zhao Quan and his companions.
With the appearance of the Azure Dragon, a Blood Sea formed.
Cultivators fell one by one beneath Northern Crossing Qing's spear.
The stone gate seemed to come alive, reacting to the immense change, causing all witnessing Cultivators to feel a wave of panic.
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