127: Chapter 127 So What if He's a Martial Saint?

The three pairs of black wings behind the Soul Prince flapped.

His body vanished in mid-air without warning.

The airflow was forcibly torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Scarlet mist from all directions detonated simultaneously around Li Zhengyang.

Countless spikes condensed from pure Mental Energy struck directly at his vital points.

Li Zhengyang stood where he was.

He did not retreat, nor did he dodge.

"Death wish," the Soul Prince's sneer drifted from mid-air.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Explosive sounds erupted on Li Zhengyang's body surface.

The Mental Energy spikes hammered against the Prison Dragon Asura Armor.

Sparks flew from the bone armor.

The 50% Mental Energy reduction passive skill instantly cut the damage in half.

Immediately after, the 30% absolute damage reflection triggered.

The spikes that shattered against the armor's surface were swallowed by the Asura Armor, converting into countless hidden reflection ripples.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The reflection ripples shot out in all directions at incredible speed.

In the mid-air a hundred meters away.

The Soul Prince, who was preparing to power up his second wave of attacks, was caught off guard.

Pfft!

Several reflection ripples precisely sliced into his black wings.

His massive form faltered in mid-air.

"Got you."

Li Zhengyang exerted force with his feet, and the ground exploded into a deep crater.

Soaring Dragon Sky-Stepping Footwork!

His entire body shot into the sky, closing in on the Soul Prince in mid-air.

The abyssal meteor dragon spear was swung in a black crescent arc, hacking fiercely down at the Soul Prince's forehead.

The Soul Prince raised his hand, erecting a dark red shield to block.

Li Zhengyang shifted his thoughts, and the Tiangang Flying Blades shot out.

Physical attacks combined with flying blade slashes.

Dual-line operation.

The long spear, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, smashed onto the front shield, shaking the Soul Prince's arm until it went numb.

The flying blades, meanwhile, specifically drilled into the weak spots of the shield and the blind spots behind his back.

In the mud below.

The four remaining members of the Raven Squad were sprawled there.

Captain Wu Ao was covered in blood, his neck tilted back, his entire person in a state of system crash.

"What the f*ck..." Captain Wu Ao's voice was completely hoarse, "How is this possible!"

The team member beside him stared blankly, crazily pulling at his own hair.

"Captain! He is using both Martial Dao and Mental Energy simultaneously! He is dual-casting!"

Drawing on both Qi-blood and Mental Energy during battle usually only leads to death caused by distraction.

But Li Zhengyang, up in the sky...

He held a violent Qi-blood force that rivaled a Martial Saint, fighting in a completely wide-open, melee style.

Yet his mind could isolate a strand of Mental Energy to control twelve flying blades with precision.

This completely defied the common sense of Cultivation!

Captain Wu Ao was trembling all over.

Compared to that hundred-meter-tall Soul Demon, this Li Zhengyang was the real monster.

The young team member clutched his head with both hands, nearly shrinking into the mud.

"Captain, we actually wanted to steal his monster kill earlier?"

Captain Wu Ao slapped his own face, with enough force to leave five bloody fingerprints.

"We were simply blinded by greed! He just couldn't be bothered to step on us to death!"

In mid-air.

Pfft!

The Tiangang Blade found an opening, tearing a long bloody gash on the Soul Prince's right arm.

Before the black blood could even spray out, he was struck again by the long spear in front.

The Soul Prince let out an angry roar.

His Martial Saint-level Mental Energy erupted with a boom.

Red mist surged at the wound, and the severed flesh forcibly healed at an incredible speed.

A massive Mental Energy storm pushed outward.

The mist turned into visible blades, cutting through everything around the altar.

Li Zhengyang raised his spear to block, his body forced back over a dozen meters.

His Prison Dragon Asura Armor sparked incessantly under the barrage, yet not a single crack appeared on it.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, twirling his long spear in the air.

"Is that all the force you have?" Li Zhengyang shouted, "Did you not eat your fill? Or have you been locked underground for too long and developed osteoporosis?"

The Soul Prince was so angry that the veins on his forehead were popping.

This was the pressure of a Martial Saint; what kind of turtle shell was this kid wearing!

The battle temporarily fell into a stalemate.

The flying blades circled on the periphery.

The Soul Prince gasped for air, growing more alarmed the longer they fought.

This kid was clearly only at the Martial Venerable realm; his total Qi-blood should be limited.

To simultaneously control high-intensity Mental Energy flying blades—any other Martial Venerable of the same rank would have long been drained dry and turned into a dried corpse.

Yet this guy had been fighting until now without panting or blushing, and the scarlet-gold Qi-blood on his body was actually getting brighter.

Did he have a bottomless pit hidden in his body!

The Soul Prince had no idea.

The Tyrannosaurus Bone's 200% recovery boost made his replenishment ridiculously fast.

Li Zhengyang flexed his slightly sore wrists and flicked the dragon spear.

This old monster really had a thick health bar.

The Martial Saint-level recovery ability was a big problem; relying purely on physical attacks and flying blades to grind him down would take too long.

He swept his gaze downward.

Landing on the center of the altar below.

There was a giant blood-colored crystal there.

It was pulsing rhythmically, emitting a red light.

These monsters went through all this trouble, killing people and absorbing blood, just to break the Seal on this stone.

Strike a snake at its seven-inch mark.

Li Zhengyang made up his mind, and the offensive in his hands slowly eased.

The lightning covering the abyssal meteor dragon spear dimmed accordingly.

His aura began to fluctuate, displaying the illusion of exhausted Qi-blood.

In mid-air, the Soul Prince keenly captured this change.

This kid finally couldn't hold on!

He didn't want to waste any more time.

His three pairs of black wings suddenly folded.

His massive body turned around directly, diving straight toward the blood-colored crystal at the center of the altar below.

As long as the Ancestor revived and Great Xia turned into a purgatory, this kid would have to die too!

"Want to run?"

Li Zhengyang shouted, chasing down with his spear.

The lightning-lit spear tip pointed directly at the Prince's back.

The Soul Prince didn't even turn his head, grabbing backward toward the sky.

The Mental Energy impact turned into a giant blood-colored palm, slapping fiercely onto Li Zhengyang's chest.

Bang!

Li Zhengyang let out a muffled groan.

He broke through three stone pillars at the edge of the altar in succession, finally slamming heavily into the stone wall behind.

The stone wall collapsed, burying half his body in rubble.

The hovering Tiangang Blade dimmed, flying back one by one, helplessly embedding themselves into the cracks of the rubble.

Li Zhengyang leaned in the ruins, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood foam.

His hands pressed against the ground, the Qi-blood around his body fading completely.

Captain Wu Ao saw this scene from the mud, his face full of despair.

"It's over! The sequelae of a Martial Venerable dual-casting have kicked in! He is at the end of his rope!"

The Soul Prince landed steadily at the center of the altar.

Looking at Li Zhengyang, who was sprawled in the stone pile in the distance, he let out a wild laugh.

"Human, challenging this Prince across ranks is nothing but a pipe dream!"

He completely let down his guard, turning to press his withered hands tightly onto the surface of the blood-colored crystal.

His Martial Saint-level Mental Energy poured out from his body, madly flooding into the crystal.

The patterns on the altar lit up in circles, and the Seal emitted a cracking sound of being overwhelmed.

All his power was poured entirely into breaking the Seal.

He didn't notice.

Li Zhengyang, in the ruins in the distance, slowly raised his head.

There was not a hint of weakness on his face, only full-blown calculation.

He hadn't even suffered internal injuries from that last blow; he relied entirely on the Tyrannosaurus Bone to take it head-on.

During his backward flight, he had taken the opportunity to stuff a Medicinal Pill he had swiped from the headquarters' treasury into his mouth.

Li Zhengyang raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly in the pile of rubble.

Hum!

A slight trembling sound echoed around the altar.

The Soul Prince was at the most critical moment of breaking the Seal.

By the time he sensed something wrong, it was already too late.

The twelve Tiangang Blade that had originally been embedded around Li Zhengyang had long since sneaked to the edge of the altar through the cracks in the ground, silently.

Precisely occupying twelve positions.

Blade tips pointing inward.

Locking the Soul Prince and that blood-colored crystal dead in the center of a strangulation formation!

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