523: Chapter 323 Fist Clashes with Dragon's Head!

The ice-blue longsword merely trembled slightly—the sword tip pointed out countless ice-blue threads, difficult for the naked eye to discern.

These threads rapidly spread, intertwined, and froze in the air. In an instant, with Lord Jixing at the center, the Void Realm for a thousand zhang around transformed into a region of absolute cold—an Ice-Sealed Sword Domain!

This was not ordinary ice, but rather ice of Law, condensed from pure Sword Intent and sacrificial spirituality.

The Void Realm was frozen, light was solidified, and even the very concept of "movement" became sluggish and arduous within this ice-blue Domain.

It did not attack directly, yet it sealed off all space for Lord Jixing to dodge, maneuver, or retreat—like an invisible and tough cage, locking him firmly in place, forcing him to take the roaring golden Dragon head-on!

In offense, there was the dragon-subduing imperial weapon, tyrannical and peerless, pressing forward relentlessly!

In defense, there was the Ancestral Sword Spirit, a net from heaven and earth, with nowhere to escape!

In Lord Jixing's pitch-black eyes, the roaring golden Dragon and the spreading ice-blue were reflected.

He did not dodge—in fact, the moment that Ice-Sealed Sword Domain took form, dodging was no longer the best strategy.

He merely raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers.

There was no brilliant radiance, only a dark golden fist radiance so profound it seemed capable of devouring everything, coalescing at his fist.

Then—he met it with a punch!

Fist, against Dragon head!

"Boom————!!!"

An indescribable, thunderous sound!

This was not the clashing of metal, but a savage collision between two completely different "Dao" and "Power" at their very core!

The instant the dark golden fist radiance contacted the golden Dragon Sword Intent, a golden-dark intertwined energy sphere with a diameter exceeding a hundred zhang was suddenly born and expanded frantically!

Wherever the light sphere passed, the Void Realm shattered and annihilated layer by layer like fragile glass!

The last remaining foundation stones of the Inheritance Plaza, the floating fragments of Sword Mountain, the dissipating dust of Spiritual Qi...

All material and non-material existence was ruthlessly devoured by this destructive light sphere, reduced to the most basic particles!

The terrifying shockwave spread in a ring, plowing flat the already devastated battlefield once more!

Countless longsword fragments were swept into the depths of nothingness like withered leaves in a blizzard.

The light dissipated.

Lord Jixing stood in place, but he... retreated three steps.

With every step he took, the Void Realm beneath his feet groaned under the strain, collapsing into a dark golden footprint depression that could not recover for a long time.

His right fist hung slightly, and at his fingertip, a drop of blood, viscous as mercury and shimmering with a dark golden luster, slowly coalesced and dripped down.

The blood fell into the Void Realm, actually emitting a "hissing" burning sound.

He slowly raised his eyelids. Deep within those pitch-black eyes, indifferent for eternity, the final trace of impatience and contempt disappeared completely, like mist blown away by a gale.

Replacing it was a kind of cold, pure, hunter-locking-onto-prey kind of—seriousness.

"Lord Zangxing."

His voice remained steady, but his speaking speed was half a beat faster, unquestionable, "Join forces, kill him quickly."

Lord Zangxing could no longer hold back!

Almost at the same time Lord Jixing spoke, the dark red engulfing vortex around him surged explosively!

From within the vortex, it was not one, but dozens of terrifying phantoms of the dao-burying halberd that shot out simultaneously!

These phantoms were not physical entities, yet they contained a portion of the erosion and destruction Laws of the dao-burying halberd itself. Like dozens of sinister blood-colored giant pythons, they came from every tricky angle, carrying an ominous aura of annihilating Spiritual Qi and corroding all things—viciously biting toward Lu Changzhi's defenseless back!

It was as if Lu Changzhi had eyes on his back.

The moment before the dao-burying halberd phantoms reached his body, he suddenly turned around. The ice-blue longsword did not block, but swept out in a profound trajectory!

"Hum—"

Where the sword edge passed, it was not an ice wall, but an ice-blue sword shield formed by countless hexagonal ice crystals layered and perfectly interlocked!

The shield surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the ferocious halberd phantoms lunging toward him.

Dozens of dao-burying halberd phantoms stabbed fiercely onto the sword shield!

"Sizzle——!!!"

A teeth-gritting, sharp friction sound resounded through the Void Realm!

The dark red erosion power and the absolute cold Domain of the ice-blue sword shield clashed intensely, erupting with blinding red and blue intertwined light.

The surface of the sword shield was instantly covered in fine, spiderweb-like cracks, and the ice crystals vibrated violently, emitting a groan of being overwhelmed—but it... ultimately did not shatter!

It had forcefully blocked this wave of sneak attacks!

At the same time, the dragon-subduing imperial weapon held in Lu Changzhi's left hand had already followed the momentum to counter-attack!

"Split!"

With a low shout, the massive golden sword radiance did not transform into a giant Dragon, but suddenly split, turning into five incredibly condensed, agile, and vigorous golden sword lights, shaped like miniature golden Dragons, emitting sharp, piercing whistles as they tore through the air—attacking Lord Zangxing's head, arms, and feet respectively!

Attack what must be saved, besiege Wei to rescue Zhao!

Lord Zangxing shouted sharply, the rotation speed of the dark red vortex around him surging, forming a powerful twisting force field in an attempt to shred these sword lights.

Four golden sword lights were swallowed and annihilated by the vortex—but the last one, also the trickiest one, brushed past the edge of the vortex he was defending with all his might like a swimming fish, slashing fiercely onto the outer side of his left arm!

"Puchi!"

Dark red light liquid splattered!

A ferocious wound, deep to the bone, instantly appeared on Lord Zangxing's left arm.

The edges of the wound were not smooth, but covered in fine golden electric sparks that kept jumping and eroding like living things—preventing the dark red light at the wound from gathering and healing!

"Urghhh——!"

Lord Zangxing groaned, his figure retreating a hundred zhang, his face turning even paler. His dark red eyes stared fixedly at the wound, filled with shock, anger, and resentment: "His Sword Intent... is strange! Being injured at the Dao source, recovery is severely delayed!"

Lord Jixing did not respond to Lord Zangxing's roar.

The instant Lu Changzhi was distracted by dealing with Zangxing's sneak attack and the ice-blue sword shield fluctuated—he had already approached again like a ghost!

The dark golden fist radiance was no longer a one-time burst, but transformed into a storm!

There were no complex Moves, only the simplest and most direct straight punches, uppercuts, and hooks.

But every punch contained the terrifying will of the three great Dao of slaughter, destruction, and nothingness—accurately, coldly, and efficiently booming onto the unavoidable, subtle connection gaps between the golden and blue Sword Intent when Lu Changzhi wielded his two swords!

This was a terrifying intuition that transcended the level of skills and tactics, an ultimate technique carved into combat instincts after endless bloody battles!

Lord Jixing did not need to think—his fist radiance could "smell" that weakest "point" in his opponent's sword momentum itself!

Lu Changzhi began to retreat.

It was not a lack of power—but his rhythm had been suppressed.

The dragon-subduing imperial weapon was extremely rigid and extremely yang, focusing on offense, with swords striking like Dragons, emphasizing pressing forward relentlessly and using power to break cleverness.

The Ancestral Sword Spirit was extremely yin and extremely soft, focusing on defense, with dense Sword Intent, emphasizing striking later but arriving first, and using stillness to control movement.

These two swords, when used individually, were both flawless.

But when they were controlled by the same person simultaneously, gold and blue, offense and defense, movement and stillness—two completely different, yet both Peak, Sword Intents inevitably produced subtle conflict and sluggishness.

It was like two rushing giant rivers attempting to merge into the same river channel, requiring unparalleled control to regulate and balance.

And Lu Changzhi—was rusty.

The eternal slumber, the weakness of his remnant soul, the shackles of his mortal body, and more importantly—it had been too long, too long since he had held them both at the same time.

His muscle memory, his combat instincts, his absolute control over the dual sword combination as if they were his own arms, had long been covered in dust over the long years.

Forcibly driving them now, every time both swords were unleashed, he needed to expend mental energy to coordinate and calculate—rather than executing them fluently by instinct.

This subtle "discord," in the eyes of an opponent at Lord Jixing's level—was magnified infinitely!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Crack——!"

Lord Jixing's fist speed became faster and faster, like a maggot on a bone, biting firmly onto the fleeting gaps between the golden and blue Sword Intent.

Finally, at the moment Lu Changzhi's dragon-subduing imperial weapon swept away the frontal fist radiance, and the ice-blue longsword was a hundredth of a second too slow in returning to defense—

Lord Jixing's left fist, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced through that almost non-existent gap in the sword curtain—and landed solidly on Lu Changzhi's right shoulder!

After the dull impact sound came the clear, heart-palpitating sound of bone cracking!

The gray-white light-substance body at Lu Changzhi's right shoulder instantly exploded into a cloud of light dust, and it was vaguely visible that the condensed bone-like patterns inside had developed cracks.

The immense power sent him flying backward like a kite with a broken string, tumbling dozens of times in the Void Realm, dragging a long golden-blue tail of light—before he could barely steady his figure.

The ice-blue longsword in his hand emitted a hurried, mournful trembling sound, the hexagonal ice crystals at the sword guard rotating frantically, emitting bursts of cool restorative power that surged toward his shoulder—as if calling out anxiously.

Lu Changzhi seemed unaware of the injury on his shoulder.

He did not even lower his head to look at the wound where the cracks were slowly closing.

He simply raised his head, those blood-colored eyes piercing through the chaotic energy aftermath, locking firmly onto that dark golden figure in the distance.

There was no pain in his eyes, no anger—only a bottomless chill, and beneath that chill, a re-ignited, even more intense fire of battle.

Then—

He wiped away a trace of light dust overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his figure once again transforming into a golden-blue stream of light—and with a more resolute and swift posture than before, he fiercely counter-charged!

This time, he actively changed his strategy.

The dragon-subduing imperial weapon shone brilliantly, held by both his hands (although his right shoulder was injured, his hand holding the sword remained stable), becoming the absolute core and vanguard!

The golden sword radiance no longer scattered, but transformed into a continuous, violently peerless curtain of destruction, like a golden raging tsunami, sweeping toward Lord Jixing!

Every sword strike was accompanied by a deafening Dragon roar, the Void Realm plowed into bottomless gullies—pure power and tyrannical Sword Intent forced Lord Jixing to concentrate all his energy, using his fists to meet this storm-like frontal assault head-on!

Meanwhile, the ice-blue longsword wandered on the periphery like a ghost. It no longer attempted to construct a large-scale Domain, but transformed into elusive ice-blue threads—

Sometimes attacking Lord Jixing's vital points like a poisonous sting, sometimes acting as a barrier to block Lord Zangxing's sneak attacks as he waited for an opportunity.

It was cooperating, adapting, and striving to find a resonance point with the wild rhythm of the dragon-subduing imperial weapon.

The battlefield was once again submerged by intense collisions and brilliant energy light.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see—Lu Changzhi had exchanged his injury for a rhythm adjustment; in the midst of the fierce battle, he was re-familiarizing and honing, at an astonishing speed, those hands of the Sword Master that had once looked down upon the world.