Chapter 610 - 337: Shattering Star Finger
Everything went black for Lü Zhong. It felt as if he’d been struck by a heavy hammer—Jingming had shattered his Cangwu Shield in a single blow.
Fortunately, he still had his Protective Gang Qi. The Star Yang Gang took the blow, and while some of its power was chipped away, it still easily blocked the attack.
Jingming let out a cold snort when he saw this.
It was the first time he had ever seen a cultivator of the same rank withstand his decisive blow, which had been coated with Subtle Shadow True Water.
After all, Subtle Shadow True Water excelled at penetration, and it was doubly effective against the Five Elements Spiritual Energy Shields used by Immortal Cultivators.
In the past, Jingming had used this move to kill many a Core Formation Immortal Cultivator from the shadows.
’It seems this Immortal Cultivator’s Protective Gang Qi is no ordinary thing...’ At this thought, Jingming roared at the sky and transformed into his human form amidst a flash of dense, dark light.
Jingming utterly despised Immortal Cultivators.
However, he had to admit one thing: the Human Race was truly favored by the Celestial Dao, worthy of their title as the spirit of all creation.
After a Demon Cultivator took on human form, their cultivation speed would increase significantly. And in combat, the human form offered greater adaptability than their original one.
In an instant, a thousand thoughts flashed through Jingming’s mind.
A strange, blood-red light flashed in his eyes. He pressed one hand to the Reverse Scale on his chest, and a surge of black qi poured forth. From within it, he drew a Bone Sword.
When Lü Zhong saw this, a rare, solemn expression crossed his face. From that ghastly white Bone Sword, which resembled a spinal column, he sensed an incredibly dense Demon Qi. If he were to quantify it, the sword was at least on par with a Magical Treasure of the Sixteenth-Layer Prohibition.
Without a second thought, Lü Zhong summoned the five Flood Dragon Spirit Banners.
These five Flood Dragon Spirit Banners were his greatest asset for this trip. As long as their power was not depleted, they would continue to protect him and block his opponent’s attacks.
He channeled more power into the Star Mirror above his head.
The treasure drew down Star Force from the heavens and was now radiating a brilliant light.
Soon, it condensed a dense rain of Mirror Light that shot toward the Black Flood Dragon, Jingming. At the same time, while Jingming was focused on channeling his Bone Sword, Lü Zhong seized the opening, raising his hand to launch three Thunderous Spears.
Jingming was inwardly horrified by the rapid succession of attacks.
But the sight of the Bone Sword in his hand calmed Jingming’s heart. It was, after all, the trump card he had prepared for so long. A ferocious grin spread across his face as he thought, ’My True Flood Dragon Sword has remained unrefined for so long. Maybe it’s because it has yet to be nourished by fresh blood. You’ll make the perfect test for my sword, Immortal Cultivator!’
Without another word, he swung the sword. A faint roar seemed to emanate from the True Flood Dragon Sword, and with a flash of dazzling light, a black blade of light slashed outwards.
So condensed it looked solid, it radiated an astonishing might.
Wherever the blade of light passed, the beams of Mirror Light shattered back into Spiritual Qi.
It was only hindered for a moment.
It shot forward, and after colliding with the three Thunderous Spears, it still had enough momentum to burst through the ball of lightning, only stopping when it was finally blocked by the Poisonous Flood Dragon Banner.
’What an astonishing sword strike!’
A flash of surprise crossed Lü Zhong’s face. ’The origin of that Bone Sword must be extraordinary,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, a Demon Cultivator who has never even practiced the Sword Dao could never unleash such terrifying power with it.’
Shattering thousands of beams of Mirror Light, not to mention three Thunderous Spears... even he would have to put in considerable effort to accomplish that.
Lü Zhong thought this, but he had no intention of retreating. After all, judging by the situation, Jingming the Black Flood Dragon couldn’t pose any real threat to him, despite pulling out one move after another. Lü Zhong had multiple layers of defense and his Magical Power far surpassed that of his peers.
But simply not losing was clearly not enough for him.
The purpose of this trip was to slay the Black Flood Dragon and refine the sixth Flood Dragon Spirit Banner.
A mere draw would mean the entire trip was for nothing.
Unfortunately, while he could defend against the Black Flood Dragon with ease, he lacked a decisive finishing move. He could only do what he did against Nascent Soul cultivators: slowly wear down his opponent’s strength and wait for an opportunity to land a killing blow.
But if he did that, there was a high probability that Jingming would escape.
After all, they were currently fighting above the Sea Abyss.
Jingming’s confidence in staying put after the ambush most likely stemmed from his ability to escape into the Sea Abyss at any moment, thereby freeing himself from this predicament.
Seeing the stalemate, Lü Zhong began to search for a solution.
’If I can’t block his escape route or find a way to catch Jingming off guard, continuing this fight is pointless. It’ll just be a waste of Magical Power.’
After a moment, a glint appeared in his eyes, and he thought:
’I’ll have to use that technique and bet on my luck!’
Inspired by the King Beast Spirit Pattern, a Secret Skill he called the Shattering Star Finger, into which he had poured countless hours and effort, was nearing the final stages of its development.
𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Lü Zhong glanced at Jingming and, without hesitation, began forming hand seals.
Meanwhile, in an attempt to break through the obstruction of the Flood Dragon Spirit Banners, Jingming had launched a stormy offensive. Blades of light shot out from his Bone Sword one after another, continuously wearing down the banners’ accumulated power. It seemed he wanted to quickly slay the Nascent Soul Immortal Cultivator so his Bone Sword could drink its fill of fresh blood.
The casting time was not long. In the blink of an eye, Lü Zhong successfully cast the Shattering Star Finger. A hazy beam of starlight, swirling like a nebula, shot from his fingertip. It revealed little of its power as it advanced silently, heading straight for its target, Jingming.
’Casting this finger technique cost me dearly!’
Lü Zhong now felt an excruciating, tearing pain radiating from his left hand, assailing him in waves. For someone with a physique stronger than a Flood Dragon’s to feel such intense pain, he knew without a doubt that his left hand had been severely injured.