509: Holy Fighting Method

Lu Bai's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the explanation for the Fighting Saint Technique before him.

“Fighting Saint Technique: This is a great Divine Ability of the Martial Dao created by an ancient Martial Dao sage of the Human Race, who comprehended its rule power while observing the Ape Saint.

When unleashed, it envelops the body in a golden light, granting a physique comparable to that of a Demon Saint.”

Hiss…

A Martial Dao Saint Technique?

This was the first time Lu Bai had encountered such a Dao-Grade Saint Technique in the Martial Dao.

According to the System's description, perhaps he could, in terms of Martial Dao alone, rival a Saint with this.

Or even, a true Saint!

In an instant, an ancient scroll slowly unfurled in Lu Bai's mind.

An old man, dressed in hemp clothes, sat withered on a cliff, while on the other side, an Ape Saint on the peak of the Sky-Shattering Cliff pounded his chest, his arms wrapped in profound iron chains rumbling, causing space to shatter inch by inch.

One man, one ape; one sat in stillness, one moved with martial might.

Day after day, year after year.

When the iron chains wielded by the ape broke apart, and he swung his arms to smash through the firmament, the old man also moved with his heart, his entire body enveloped in a strong golden light.

This scene, as it fell into Lu Bai's eyes, showed humans and demons, two races that should be hostile, now peacefully engaging in cultivation exchange?

This was simply too…

Oh, he was also like that.

Then it was fine.

A moment later.

Lu Bai was immersed in this harmonious scene, and after a long while, he opened his eyes; the Fighting Saint Technique had already been completely mastered by him.

Lu Bai could feel the power of this Saint Technique, but for him today…

It was still not enough!

Next, Lu Bai collected his thoughts and looked at Meng Lang with a slight smile.

“Brother Meng.

Have you gained any insight from what Qingyun said?”

Before Meng Lang could even react, another series of questioning moves was thrown out.

“Qingyun poured out all of his insights.

As a Senior Brother, you can't possibly have nothing to offer, can you?

You are a Great Master in the Dao of Formations, so you should… you wouldn't, would you?”

Meng Lang: [・_・?]

Meng Lang's Comprehension Ability was not particularly high.

Although he had decent talent in the Dao of Formations, he rarely put in effort.

It was due to the incident involving Lingzhen Mountain that stimulated him, causing Meng Lang to study Formations day and night for a period.

Now, he could even fight a Yuanshen Realm expert with the Four Spirits Battle Formation.

However, after the Eastern Region Academy collapsed with a roar, Meng Lang once again reverted to his previous state, no longer growing a messy beard and hair from studying Formations, and even losing that desire.

His great revenge was avenged, and he seemed to have lost his source of motivation.

In other words—Meng Lang was too lazy to use his brain; Comprehension Ability and such did not exist.

Normally, it would be very difficult to make him immerse himself in studying Formations and comprehend the Saint of the Dao of Formations, but for such matters…

Lu Bai had a lot of experience.

Rumble!

“This Formation has the effect of helping one to concentrate.

I hope Brother Meng will think carefully and gain some insights.” Lu Bai showed a subtle smile and pointed his hand towards the dome above Meng Lang.

As he finished speaking…

“Zzzzzz!”

In just one breath, a complex Formation pattern, flashing with crimson sword light, immediately appeared above Meng Lang's head, enveloping his entire being within it, completely sealing him off from all angles.

It was, astonishingly, a Sword Formation.

With Lu Bai's current Formation attainments, this Sword Formation alone, constructed from his understanding of rule power, was enough to trap an ordinary Three Gods Realm expert, and Meng Lang naturally fell within this scope.

Below, Liu Qiqi, watching this scene, blinked her eyes, a bewildered and reserved expression appearing on her small face, her small hands also having nowhere to rest.

“This… this, is the Sect Master so strict?”