167: Dragon King Spear vs Bai Yi Wei Mo

"Bloodline Divine Ability, Hundred Beasts Fist!"

Below, Wen Zhao, who looked like a sickly beauty, was surrounded by everyone.

She knew.

Her fate was entirely in the hands of the peerless young man in the Void Realm.

If Pan An won, then she would be safe today.

But if Pan An were to be defeated by the Second Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, this peerless Prodigy who possessed one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Bloodlines.

Then, these people who seemingly protected her would be the first to hand her over.

Wen Zhao had been exceptionally intelligent since childhood, and she coldly glanced at the strong Cultivators around her.

Hypocritical, snobbish.

These people weren't even worthy of carrying the shoes of that handsome young man, Pan An, who stood in the Void Realm.

She wasn't worried about her own safety.

After all, she had already prepared to burn her bridges earlier.

She just hoped that he wouldn't get into trouble.

In the Void Realm.

Li Luo looked at the Hundred Beasts Fist that was crushing down, its fist force surging like a stampede of beasts.

The trembling Void Realm itself was shaking uncontrollably.

Cold Wu Xie certainly had the capital to be arrogant.

And he was indeed worthy of being the Second Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect.

Although he was only at the third level of the Faxiang Realm, his offensive techniques definitely surpassed Ouyang Old Master.

He even rivaled Ouyang Old Master after he had consumed a drop of Lord-tier essence blood.

However.

The method used against Ouyang Old Master was clearly unsuitable for dealing with Cold Wu Xie now.

After all.

This was his original combat power, and even time acceleration couldn't revert him to his original form.

Moreover.

From Cold Wu Xie, Li Luo felt a chilling killing intent.

And to have been dormant for so long, he probably believed he had completely seen through Li Luo's trump cards.

He even thought that after Li Luo's continuous battles, he was already at his limit.

Choosing to act now was undoubtedly against martial ethics.

Li Luo sneered.

Now that his Divine Soul had entered the Divine Infant Realm, his thoughts were agile.

He instantly understood the crucial point.

"Perfect timing, let me weigh you, Holy Son, and see if your weight is sufficient."

Li Luo, in his white robes like snow, scoffed.

"Yin Yang Great Handprint!"

"Black Heaven Demon Fiend Fist!"

Rumble~~

The Void Realm trembled.

At this moment, Li Luo put away the Spring and Autumn Brush and attacked with his fists and palms.

He clashed with the surging Hundred Beasts Fist.

Lions and tigers roared, Dragons and elephants shrieked.

"Bang, bang, bang~"

As the terrifying attacks collided, they continuously annihilated each other.

Powerful battle fluctuations swept in all directions.

Some Cultivators with weaker Cultivation were swept by the aftermath of the battle and spat blood, flying backward.

Their faces were filled with dread.

Was this really a battle between a Divine Travel Realm and a Faxiang Realm Cultivator?

Many of them couldn't even withstand the battle's aftermath, let alone if they were at the very center of the battle's impact.

They would probably be torn to shreds in an instant.

"Is this what a top-tier Prodigy is like? Defeating higher-level opponents is as easy as eating and drinking."

"However, in terms of talent and potential, there's no doubt that the exceptionally handsome Pan An is superior."

"All that talk is useless. The two have already unleashed their true fire, a fight to the death. And the Second Holy Son, who possesses the Yao Emperor Bloodline, is undoubtedly even more dominant!"

"A single general's success is built upon the bones of countless others. Every super strong Cultivator rises by stepping on the corpses of countless Geniuses of their generation."

"I just don't know if Shui Shen Ge still has any depth left."

As everyone clicked their tongues, they also sighed endlessly.

Boom.

Cold Wu Xie's magical power surged around him, and a Myriad Yao Faxiang appeared.

It was seven zhang tall.

Its prestige was immense, looking down upon the world.

Fist after fist continuously blasted out.

And Li Luo, in his white robes, seemed to have fallen into a horde of demons, struggling with all his might.

However, in the eyes of many, he was like a lone boat swaying in the wind and rain, capable of capsizing at any moment.

"You must work hard."

Wen Zhao pursed her cherry lips, her hands clasped in front of her chest, praying for Li Luo.

"Hmph, what, is this all you've got? You truly disappoint me."

Within the Myriad Yao Faxiang.

Cold Wu Xie was supremely confident, his evil sneer looking at Li Luo as if he were an ant.

At this moment.

Li Luo fully activated the Yin Yang Great Handprint and the Black Heaven Demon Fiend Fist.

The surging energy beasts were also continuously annihilated.

However, there were simply too many.

From the outside, it probably seemed that Li Luo was only able to parry, with no strength left to counterattack.

Because, within the nascent Myriad Yao Domain, Cold Wu Xie was like the Lord of Ten Thousand Yao, commanding endless Yao Race members to charge.

"Shui Shen Ge, after all, has had his depth explored."

"The signs of defeat are evident, it's only a matter of time."

Many people shook their heads, lamenting the pity.

After all, at such a young age, he had mastered the Yin Yang Sect's secret texts, the Black Heaven Demon Fiend Fist, both Saint-Tier Cultivation Methods.

He had even broken through the shackles of the Black Demon Sect, cultivating Confucianism to the second level.

Furthermore, he had mastered the two supreme Concepts of Time and Space.

He was also a Soul Cultivator; such a Prodigy was definitely not weaker than the top few existences on the Qilin Ranking.

However, he ultimately hadn't grown up yet.

And he had been thoroughly probed by the Second Holy Son, Cold Wu Xie, who then launched a fierce attack.

"Bloodline Divine Ability, Yao Emperor Spear, One Spear to Settle the Universe!"

Buzz.

Endless Spiritual Qi boiled.

Cold Wu Xie, within the Myriad Yao Faxiang, clenched his hand.

Blazing light flowed.

In the seven-zhang-tall Faxiang's palm, a golden Dragon spear appeared, over ten zhang long.

It spanned the Void Realm, like a mountain ridge.

"Shui Shen Ge, you're in danger. If you have no trump cards, I'm afraid you'll be completely defeated in the next move."

Someone exclaimed.

The Second Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, Cold Wu Xie, was indeed powerful.

"One spear, defeat you!"

Cold Wu Xie had a look of complete confidence.

Now, he was no longer interested in the Literary Saint Legacy that the Ouyang Family had previously offered.

Instead, he was filled with interest and greed for Li Luo.

His spear would not kill Li Luo.

It would only suppress Li Luo, and then he would search his soul.

He wanted to obtain Li Luo's secrets; that way, his own strength would surely be greatly enhanced afterward.

"Hoo~"

The top-tier charm Clone exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi.

"It seems I can't hold back my true strength any longer."

The young man said softly.

Whoosh.

Upon hearing this, the Cultivators who had already written off Li Luo burst into an uproar.

Arrogant.

Boasting.

However, more people still believed that Li Luo was just putting on a brave front, and his words were too grand.

"Haha, don't tell me you haven't used your full combat power yet."

Cold Wu Xie said with a mocking tone.

"Exactly."

"Next, I'll let you experience the power of a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, a hundred schools of thought contending."

Li Luo nodded seriously.

"Ahaha....."

Upon hearing this, Cold Wu Xie burst into laughter, and the people around him couldn't help but snicker.

The next moment.

Li Luo flipped his palm, and the Spring and Autumn Brush appeared within it.

Space Concept as the bone, Time Intention as the spirit.

Over a hundred Concepts flowed and wound around the brush tip.

Wind, rain, thunder, metal, wood......