Chapter 531 - 514: Dragon Power
It wasn’t the Curved Sword Qi, but the Sword Qi was clearly different now.
This was precisely Lei Zuo’s specialty, the Lightning Sword.
Though it didn’t curve, the Sword Qi’s point of impact was displaced from where one’s eyes perceived it.
It was truly a move impossible to defend against. Lei Zuo pressed forward step by step, but Purple Dragon’s movements remained elegant and swift, unaffected by the Sword Qi.
But Lei Zuo’s attacks were also methodical. His footwork was flawless, showing no intention of finishing Purple Dragon in one go. Instead, he gradually increased his Elemental Power, maintaining the current situation.
If one were to connect the dots of Lei Zuo’s footsteps across the stage at this moment, they would discover he was forcing Purple Dragon into a corner.
It was a Sword Array!
With Purple Dragon’s strength, it was impossible for him not to see it. Yet, he showed no intention of forcefully dodging, instead walking step by step into the trap Lei Zuo had prepared.
This was a blatant provocation, like a master demonstrating techniques for his disciple.
The Dragon Race was being too arrogant. Knowing it was a trap and still testing it—what kind of confidence was this?
Did he look down on the No Illusion Demon Sect’s Sword Arrays that much?
During the last ten sword strikes, the Sword Array suddenly manifested. Surging Elemental Power formed a massive, venomous serpent, and Lei Zuo was pushing Purple Dragon step by step into its mouth.
The power of a Sword Array lay in the continuous layering of strength, which was the essence of a Sword Cultivator.
Such an exquisite and powerful Sword Array would likely require several people from another Sect to execute, but for Lei Zuo, he alone was enough.
With the final three strikes, Purple Dragon still didn’t retaliate. By now, there was absolutely no room left to dodge.
"Die! Thunder Serpent Sword Array!"
BOOM...
The last three strikes were unleashed in a single breath, like the fangs of the thunder serpent. In an instant, the roaring Elemental Power surged forward, attempting to swallow Purple Dragon whole.
At this moment, Purple Dragon was completely coiled within the Thunder Serpent Sword Array, with no way to escape. Under Lei Zuo’s relentless pressure, he could no longer execute an effective dodge. As for attacking, Lei Zuo would have welcomed it.
BOOM...
The thunder serpent roared as it lunged. Elemental Power erupted. Lei Zuo flew up gracefully and landed lightly, quite satisfied with his perfect technique.
Unfortunately, his smile froze abruptly. Purple Dragon was right beside him?
Everyone was stunned. The Cultivators from the five major cities had just been marveling at Lei Zuo’s terrifying Sword Technique—something every Sword Cultivator could appreciate. The immense Elemental Power, the control over the Sword Array, the perfect timing of the final strike; every step showcased Lei Zuo’s might. But now, they were left dumbfounded by Purple Dragon’s casual display.
"Let me see your Blood Sea Holy Statue," Purple Dragon said faintly.
Many of the Female Cultivators in the five major cities were utterly captivated. Rumors had been flying around recently that the Dragon Race, upon emerging, not only intended to join the Star Alliance but also planned to arrange marriages with humans. This meant a lucky Female Cultivator could become the wife of a Dragon.
This news made the blood of many Female Cultivators race with excitement. Of course, the vast majority of male Cultivators reserved their opinions on the matter.
But seeing Purple Dragon’s dashing and handsome performance certainly made many Female Cultivators feel unrestrained. The Saint Cultivators were a bit more composed, but the female disciples of the Demon Cultivators had no such reservations. If Purple Dragon were beside them, some probably would have had the urge to strip naked and show off.
Lei Zuo’s brow furrowed. ’How is this possible?’
’Even if I couldn’t finish him, he should have at least struggled a bit. An illusion?’
’I’m a disciple of the No Illusion Demon Sect. If it were a Heart Spirit Illusion Technique, I definitely would have felt it!’
"What an incredible Body Technique!" a serious yet gruff voice suddenly rang out, sounding particularly abrupt at this moment.
"Zhang Xiaopang, stop trying to act all profound!"
"Ahem, that Lei Zuo thinks too highly of himself. Purple Dragon saw through his sword path completely. He was just putting on a show for himself."
An outsider’s perspective is often clearer. And with Zhang Xiaopang’s Eye of Truth, Purple Dragon’s intentions were plain to see.
The others saw it too. It wasn’t that Purple Dragon had used some Dragon Race Secret Technique; it was that Lei Zuo had become too immersed in his own Sword Technique... he was taking things for granted.
The difference in their levels was immense.
Lei Zuo’s sword dipped, and patches of red instantly began to appear in the surrounding space, gradually linking together.
With the Blood Sea Holy Statue deployed, Lei Zuo’s confidence returned. In the No Illusion Demon Sect, all the disciples were overshadowed by the brilliance of Lin Jinghao. This Battle of the Other Shore was their only chance. After decades of arduous cultivation, they were all waiting for this moment to make a name for themselves.
The Dueling Platform was shrouded in an ocean of what looked like fresh blood. The normal world gradually faded away, leaving Purple Dragon all alone.
The sea of blood slowly began to submerge him. Now, there was no way to the heavens and no path into the earth.
The Blood Sea Holy Statue, a slaughter-type Holy Statue.
Facing Purple Dragon, Lei Zuo had no room to show off his other skills. The only thing he could fight with was his Holy Statue.
It was an incredibly powerful Heart Spirit Attack Holy Statue. Once trapped in the sea of blood, anyone would be doomed.
Lei Zuo watched as Purple Dragon was submerged by the sea of blood, a smile touching his lips. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine... Why was the area around *him* starting to turn red?
An expanse of red, growing ever more vibrant. Blood began to seep from the sky above and the ground below. He wanted to dodge, but found his feet were stuck. The blood seemed to have an infinite stickiness, making it impossible to break free no matter how much strength he used.
The sea of blood grew thicker. Gradually, his legs were submerged, and they felt as if they had lost all sensation. His hands, his body—bit by bit, they were consumed by the blood. ’This is my Blood Sea Holy Statue, how could it be backfiring on me?!’
On the Dueling Platform, Purple Dragon stood quietly. Opposite him, Lei Zuo also stood quietly, but his eyes had already lost their light.
"Purple Dragon of the Dragon Race wins."
Vast Sea’s voice rang out. The battle had been simple. It was a contest between the Talented, but unfortunately, Lei Zuo and Purple Dragon were not in the same league.
Purple Dragon was also known as the Illusion Dragon in the Dragon Race.
Without realizing it, Lei Zuo had already fallen into the trap. He had simply believed that with his level of Heart Spirit cultivation, it was impossible for him to be caught.
It wasn’t that Purple Dragon had attacked proactively. Rather, the moment his opponent activated the Holy Statue, Purple Dragon’s own ability triggered automatically. Facing a member of the Dragon Race most skilled in Illusion Techniques, Lei Zuo could only cry in despair.
The Cultivators from the five major cities were baffled. Those present at the highest level had their own interpretations, but the others were completely clueless.
"Vast Sea, you haven’t handled this matter very honorably."
The Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable was making trouble. Clearly, he hadn’t come just to show his support.
The relationships between the four great powerhouses were intricate and complex. Although the Demon Race and the Dragon Race were interested in joining the Star Alliance, they had no intention of helping Vast Sea. After so many years of on-again, off-again relations with Human Cultivators, both the Demon Race and the Dragon Race had learned a principle: humans should solve their own problems.
"Hehe, Yellow Springs, what guidance do you have for me?"
Vast Sea had actually been waiting for this. He wasn’t surprised at all.
The top Human Cultivators were suddenly starting to "fight" amongst themselves. This was far more exciting than the events on the stage.
"This Battle of the Other Shore is not only to decide the future leaders, but also to satisfy all the Cultivators watching. Since we old-timers are here, we shouldn’t just be decorations. Why don’t we offer some commentary?"
Yellow Springs said. Evidently, the four great powerhouses hadn’t been idle these past years, and they were taking this opportunity to begin their contest.
At their level, they wouldn’t resort to open combat lightly. Instead, their struggles unfolded on all fronts. In the past, Vast Sea had undoubtedly been the winner, but it’s easier to conquer a kingdom than to rule it. Who knew if this Star Alliance was just a prize he was preparing for someone else.
"Since you’re so interested, please, go ahead," Vast Sea replied, not taking it too personally.
Yellow Springs smiled faintly. "I think when it comes to a disciple of the Dragon Race, it’s best to hear from Tu Mu himself."
Everyone’s gaze turned to the Dragon Emperor, the silent king, and the most legendary of the four great powerhouses.