688: Chapter 688 Goddess of the Luo River!

At the tiger's mouth, streaks of fresh blood flowed down the shaft of the spear, dripping onto the ground and appearing exceptionally striking against the white Fighting Arena.

The Indestructible Blood Demon Body circulated slightly, gradually calming his blood and qi, and the injury at the tiger's mouth began to recover along with it.

Those few thin wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, stopping the bleeding, scabbing, and falling off, all within a few breaths' time.

So strong!

Qin Yan raised his head, his gaze falling on Xiao Han opposite him, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

This was the first time he had encountered a Prodigy who could still wound him after he had deployed the Five Elements Block.

Previous opponents, whether they were ordinary Martial Artists or Prodigies like Jiang Yunyan and Zhao Wuji, had all returned empty-handed in the face of the Five Elements Block.

Attacks landing on the five-colored light were reduced by thirty percent and then easily neutralized by him.

Yet Xiao Han had actually suppressed him.

Supreme-grade Spear Intent, Ice Prison Battle Body, Ice-Snow Domain...

These methods stacked together were indeed terrifying.

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The outside world.

On the square below, countless Inner Court Disciples looked up at the seven Fighting Arenas high in the sky, their gazes shifting between the various Fighting Arenas as discussions rose and fell.

"This Xiao Han's strength is so powerful; Qin Yan used the Five Elements Block and was still wounded."

"Nonsense, the opponent is a Prodigy who has mastered Supreme-grade Spear Intent. It's already quite good that Qin Yan can hold out for this long."

"You mean... Qin Yan will lose?"

"Qin Yan is bound to lose, I said it."

"Whether we can win this competition depends on the other Fighting Arenas. Qin Yan was clearly sacrificed to trade for one of the opponent's Prodigies with Supreme-grade Intent."

"That makes sense..."

Meanwhile, on the other Fighting Arenas, the battles were in full swing.

Every battle was spectacular.

On Fighting Arena No. 1.

Golden light and Luo Water intertwined, the dragon's roar and the sound of water echoing together.

Long Aotian had already transformed into his true form—a golden three-clawed Dragon dozens of zhang in size, circling in the air.

His golden scales shimmered with a dazzling light.

His dragon claws were as sharp as hooks, his dragon eyes like torches, and his dragon whiskers fluttered.

His dragon might was vast, suppressing all directions.

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

Wherever the dragon claws passed, black ripples appeared in space, leaving behind golden trails in the surroundings.

Stream after stream of Luo Water was torn apart and crushed.

But every time he tore apart a stream of Luo Water, a new one would sweep toward him again.

The Luo Water was continuous and inexhaustible.

Above the Fighting Arena, Senior Sister Luo Qinghe stood proudly.

She stepped on the Luo River, the ripples of the water supporting her body.

On her forehead, a Luo Shen Mark bloomed with a faint light.

The mark was shaped like a water droplet yet also like an eye, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

That was the Bloodline divine mark that could only be opened by the direct descendants of the Luo Family after they Cultivated the "Luo Shen Art"; it was the most prominent sign of a Luo Family Prodigy.

"Luo Shen Fist Technique · First Form · Luo Water Flows East!"

Senior Sister Luo Qinghe raised her fair hand slightly and threw a punch.

The Luo River beneath her feet seemed to hear a Supreme command, and the entire great river rose abruptly from the ground, carrying a heaven-shakingly vast momentum as it transformed into a silver-white torrent spanning the sky, crushing toward that golden giant Dragon in the air.

The Luo Shen Fist Technique was the clan-protecting Divine Ability created by the Luo Family's ancestor, Luo Shen.

And Luo Shen was a powerhouse at the Half-step Great Emperor level!

A Half-step Great Emperor was an existence that stood above the True Emperor.

In the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, a Great Emperor was the Peak.

A Half-step Great Emperor was only one step away from the Peak.

One could imagine the power of a Fist Technique created by such an existence.

Furthermore, this Divine Ability could only be Cultivated by the direct descendants of the Family.

There were thirty-six forms in total!

Each form was more powerful than the last!

The first form, Luo Water Flows East.

The second form, Luo Water Returning Waves.

The third form, Luo Water Surging Heavens.

The fourth form, Luo Shen Phantom.

Each form required a very deep understanding of the Luo Shen Fist Technique to perform.

This Divine Ability was extremely difficult to Cultivate; even with Senior Sister Luo Qinghe's talent, she had only Cultivated it to the fourth form!

However, even the first form of this Divine Ability was powerful enough to rival an ordinary Exquisite-grade Martial Skill!

"Boom—!!!"

The surging Luo Water swept toward Long Aotian like the heavenly river hanging upside down, unstoppable.

Golden light surged from Long Aotian's body, and a massive dragon head condensed behind him!

That dragon head was several zhang in size, entirely golden, with eyes like torches and its mouth wide open.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens!

The golden dragon head collided with the Luo Water.

Gold and blue, the two colors of light intertwined, exploded, and annihilated in the air.

The shockwave spread in all directions, and even the battles on the other Fighting Arenas were affected.

On Fighting Arena No. 2.

Sword Intent crisscrossed, and the wind from the punches whistled.

On Lin Ruoxi's body, Sword Intent swept outward frantically.

In her hand, the runes on the spirit sword shone.

Three thousand five hundred spirit runes lit up together, blooming with a dazzling light.

Lin Ruoxi slashed out with her sword!

"Imperial Dao Sword Intent · Slash!"

A hundred-zhang-long Imperial Dao Sword Qi slashed out from the sword blade with a boom!

That Sword Qi was entirely golden, and phantoms of Imperial Dao Aura flowed upon the blade—there were the prayers of tens of thousands of people, the shouts of soldiers, the grandeur of mountains and rivers, and the weight of the state.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the air was torn apart, leaving a golden trail.

Li Tianxing looked at this sword strike with a solemn expression.

He did not dare to be careless and fully activated his Desolate Battle Body.

The muscles all over his body bulged, veins popped out, and ancient desolate patterns appeared on his skin.

"Desolate Fist Intent · Mountain Crusher!"

Li Tianxing threw a punch!

Within the fist gale, phantoms of ancient Vicious Beasts faintly appeared—the Desolate Giant Ape, the Primordial Bull, the Ancient Vicious Crocodile...

The phantoms of several kinds of Vicious Beasts intertwined, fused, and roared within the fist gale.

The fist gale collided with the Sword Qi.

"Boom—!!!"

A massive sound erupted.

The golden Sword Qi intertwined with the gray fist gale.

But the Sword Qi was clearly superior.

It sliced through the fist gale and slashed heavily onto Li Tianxing's body.

Li Tianxing was no match and was sent flying by the sword strike!

His body flew backward dozens of zhang in the air and smashed heavily onto the Fighting Arena.

"Bang—"

The ground trembled.

Li Tianxing struggled to stand up, a huge wound having split open on his body!

Blood gushed from the wound, staining his robes red.

His face turned pale.

"What a strong Sword Intent..."

Li Tianxing said in a low voice.

On the other Fighting Arenas, the battles were also exceptionally fierce.

On Fighting Arena No. 3, Su Qingwan's brush moved like flying dragons and dancing snakes, as characters flowed out from her Spirit Brush one by one—"Suppress," "Seal," "Kill," "Destroy"—each character exuded a different power, colliding fiercely with her opponent Yue Qing's Moonlight Sword Intent. The characters bloomed and the moonlight shone as the two forces intertwined and collided on the Fighting Arena, locked in an inseparable struggle.

On Fighting Arena No. 5, Feng Wuji's Wind-Cloud True Qi surged, and wind blades whistled, suppressing his opponent Lie Yang so much that he couldn't even lift his head.

Although Lie Yang's strength was not weak, in the face of Feng Wuji's sharp offensive, he could only defend passively and retreat step by step.

On Fighting Arena No. 6, Huang Jiuli transformed into her Phoenix true body, and crimson flames soared into the sky as she fought with her opponent. The Phoenix flapped its wings, and the flames surged; the Fist Intent was continuous.