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"I won't argue with you. Stand up and fight me, and the outcome will be clear," Luo Xiong said, suppressing his anger.
"Why do I need to stand up to deal with you?" Yan Xiaotian replied with a smile, perfectly embodying an arrogant demeanor.
Luo Xiong was enraged, and the water around him splashed wildly, mirroring his turbulent emotions.
The onlookers were left dumbfounded. To them, Luo Xiong was a legend in martial arts, someone to be revered. Yet now, he was being so openly insulted; it was simply unbelievable. However, most of the spectators wore expressions of anticipation and excitement. To witness a clash between the Divine Realm at this Martial Arts Gathering was truly worth the trip. Normally, even a confrontation between Transcendence practitioners was rare, let alone one involving the legendary Divine Realm.
As Luo Xiong's fury peaked, it finally erupted completely; Yan Xiaotian had gone too far. An invisible yet powerful aura burst forth from Luo Xiong's body, raising three-foot-high waves on the water's surface around him.
"Godly Blade, Breaking Waves!" Luo Xiong shouted lightly as he raised the Absolute God Mad Blade and slashed down at Yan Xiaotian. A blade light, both real and illusory, extended for dozens of meters and fell from the sky. The powerful blade energy split the water surface, creating a one-meter-deep chasm before it even landed.
"What a powerful blade energy!" The crowd gasped in fear. If an ordinary person were struck by such fierce blade energy, they would likely be reduced to nothing but ashes. Yet Yan Xiaotian remained seated without moving.
Everyone held their breath; even Peng Tianqi and others frowned deeply, their expressions grave. Luo Xiong's strike made them wary; they dared not underestimate it.
"Luo Xiong, with the Absolute God Mad Blade in your hands, is this all the power you can muster?" Yan Xiaotian suddenly laughed. As his arrogant laughter echoed, the water around him began to swirl rapidly. In an instant, it formed a vortex that rose around him like a pagoda, protecting him within.
When Luo Xiong's blade light collided with this Tornado Vortex, it was as if a steel blade struck rapidly spinning gears; it shattered and rebounded instantly. The blade light was destroyed, and Luo Xiong's hand holding the blade felt a slight pain from the impact.
Luo Xiong was shocked internally but showed no signs of it on the surface. He had already been defeated by Yan Xiaotian once before; he could not afford to repeat that mistake.
"Supreme Blade Technique, Second Form, God-Slaying Slash!" After a brief hesitation, Luo Xiong attacked again with an even more ferocious and domineering technique. Unfortunately, he still could not break through Yan Xiaotian's protective Tornado Vortex.
Once again shocked, Luo Xiong realized that Yan Xiaotian could effortlessly block his strike with just a vortex formed from water waves; it was truly astonishing. However, there was no turning back for Luo Xiong now. He had declared in front of thousands that he would kill Yan Xiaotian; if he backed down now, he would become a laughingstock in the martial arts community.
His head could be severed, blood could flow, but he could not lose face. Luo Xiong launched another attack.
“God-Slaying Blade.” Luo Xiong soared high into the air, wielding the Absolute God Mad Blade, its edge illuminated by the Blazing Sun, radiating brilliance. With a single strike, it descended like a giant's blow.
At that moment, the swirling vortex of wild wolves surrounding Yan Xiaotian surged violently, rising like a dragon emerging from water.
A thunderous crash echoed as the two forces collided, sending water splashing everywhere, drenching many onlookers. The vortex of water gradually fell back down, while Luo Xiong began to descend as well. Those with keen eyes could see his body trembling slightly.
The vortex that had enveloped Yan Xiaotian finally receded, and he remained seated on the water's surface, his expression calm and unruffled.
“Supreme Blade Technique, with a total of seven forms in legend. Your Luo family has four forms, and yet you have one more, Ritual Offering. Why not show it to me?” Yan Xiaotian said with a smile.
Luo Xiong's facial muscles twitched as he observed Yan Xiaotian's serene demeanor. Suddenly, he realized that despite being in the Divine Realm, the gap between him and Yan Xiaotian was still vast.
Unwilling to accept this, Luo Xiong felt frustrated. Over the years, he had diligently trained and even resorted to unscrupulous means to enhance his power, believing he could defeat Yan Xiaotian. But now it seemed he didn't even qualify to stand on equal footing with him.
This realization struck Luo Xiong hard; his face flushed with anger, his head buzzing as he began to lose his rationality.
“Since you want to see Ritual Offering, then let your blood be the offering for my Absolute God Mad Blade.” Luo Xiong shouted hoarsely, his eyes reddening.
Driven mad with rage, he prepared to fight Yan Xiaotian at all costs, willing to risk his life for a battle to the death.
Inner Energy surged wildly from Luo Xiong's body as he sliced open his palm, blood flowing down the blood groove of the Absolute God Mad Blade's hilt and saturating every part of it.
He had completely lost his sanity, using his life force to fuel the Absolute God Mad Blade. The blade absorbed Luo Xiong's vitality, its shining surface becoming covered in intricate red veins resembling a spider's web—eerily mesmerizing.
“Supreme Blade Technique, Fourth Form, Ritual Offering!” Luo Xiong roared. The Absolute God Mad Blade glowed fiercely red, its energy soaring into the sky like a blood-colored rainbow.
The blade's light split into hundreds of beams that surged toward Yan Xiaotian from all directions.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yan Xiaotian's mouth as he lowered his arms and spread his palms wide. His hands seemed to possess an infinite pull; droplets of water were drawn into the air around him, refracting sunlight into a dazzling array of colors.
These droplets hovered around Yan Xiaotian as if frozen in time, gathering more and more until they formed a curtain of water.
The onlookers were baffled. Was Yan Xiaotian planning to use these droplets against Luo Xiong's Absolute God Mad Blade?
As the droplets amassed to a significant size, Yan Xiaotian circulated his energy and exhaled forcefully. His Inner Energy surged forth like a tangible substance, spreading through the air like fine threads that connected all the water droplets around him.
The droplets were transparent while the Inner Energy appeared as white strands visible to the naked eye—like a massive net woven from Inner Strength Silk Thread and water droplets.
Yan Xiaotian reached out and pulled upward; this enormous net unfurled above him. As Luo Xiong's blood-red blade light struck it, it was akin to steel blades hitting a sturdy iron net—only causing slight indentations without breaking or tearing it apart.
“Luo Xiong, kneel and beg for mercy now, and I may spare your life. You have three seconds to consider,” Yan Xiaotian’s voice echoed ominously.
Luo Xiong's heart trembled, but how could he kneel and beg for mercy? If he were to kneel and plead in front of so many people, he might as well be dead. Just as he hesitated, Yan Xiaotian's voice rang out again. "In that case, you should just die."
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