“Solitary Dragon Art!”
Far away, Dugu Li was stunned.
The Solitary Dragon Art was one of Canglong Gate’s core martial techniques, the one he was most proficient in and his strongest attack.
Even among his peers, he believed he had cultivated it to the absolute peak.
Yet compared with Long Tutian, the difference was like heaven and earth.
The Solitary Dragon Art that Long Tutian displayed had practically materialised into a real dragon, its power condensed to the utmost limit.
Its presence was terrifying beyond measure.
Amid everyone’s shock, the two horrifying Martial Saint forces collided head-on.
Boom!
A ball of light even more dazzling than the sun burst forth, illuminating a thousand li. Overturning-rivers-and-seas energy streams erupted. Surging, majestic fluctuations swept three hundred li in all directions. The ground trembled under the dreadful ripples.
When Martial Saints clashed with full power, the might was simply too appalling. An area of roughly three hundred li became an ocean of energy. The brilliant radiance turned heaven and earth as bright as day.
Pfft!
Within the rolling waves of energy, everyone saw a figure hurtling backward hundreds of li, blood spraying from his mouth, looking utterly wretched.
That figure was none other than the Ji family Martial Saint, Ji Lian.
On the other side, Long Tutian merely retreated slightly while shielding Lin Xiao behind him. He suffered no injuries whatsoever.
At that instant, everyone was thunderstruck.
The Ji family members especially were dumbfounded. Their Martial Saint, Elder Xi, one of the Four Directional Elders who was rarely seen, a pillar of the clan, had actually been defeated the moment he appeared?
Of course, being shaken and injured did not mean complete defeat. A Martial Saint’s power was vast and boundless.
Still, being sent flying and wounded was already extremely humiliating. After all, this was a Martial Saint, the existence countless people revered and aspired to become.
To all present, Martial Saints stood high above, untouchable.
Zhan Meng’s expression turned grave. It seemed Long Tutian remained as overwhelmingly dominant as he had been in the Martial Emperor realm, invincible amongst peers, even though the two of them had stepped into the Martial Saint realm decades earlier.
However, they could not possibly give up the floating heavenly palace, a supreme treasure of the Ji family, so easily.
Zhan Meng shot forward, speeding toward the direction Ji Lian had been blasted.
Long Tutian was fighting both sides at once and showed no sign of weakening. They had to concentrate their attacks from the same direction.
Long Tutian appeared unconcerned and merely declared, “Let alone the two of you, even if there were three, the result would be the same!”
“Is that so?” At that moment, a deep, majestic voice boomed, carrying boundless authority.
Immediately afterwards, an elderly figure wearing loose, simple robes flew over. An even more terrifying wave of Martial Saint pressure blanketed the sky and earth.
In practically no time, the old man appeared not far from Ji Lian, who had only just stabilised himself.
His face was far more aged, yet his frame remained broad and imposing, truly vigorous despite his years.
The countless wrinkles on his face, his snow-white brows and long beard, made it obvious at a glance that he was an elder who had lived two or three centuries.
The pressure radiating from this plainly robed elder swept hundreds of li, filling the entire void and inspiring awe in all who felt it.
Clearly, he was also a Martial Saint, and judging by his aura, he stood a full tier above Ji Lian, Zhan Meng, and even Long Tutian.
“Great Elder!”
Seeing the old man’s face, a half-step Martial Saints among the Ji family crowd cried out in shock.
The Great Elder of the Ji family had been a Martial Saint for over a hundred years. His cultivation and strength far surpassed the Four Directional Elders.
No one had expected that the Ji family Great Elder would also come to the Domain of Evil.
With an elder present, Long Tutian could forget about taking the floating heavenly palace.
“Great Elder?” Only then did the Ji family members understand.
The Great Elder oversaw half the Ji family and was far more elusive than the Four Directional Elders. Most of them had never even seen him.
Aside from the clan patriarch, he was one of the clan’s guardian Martial Saints, a figure who stood at the absolute pinnacle of Yang Province.
Now that the Ji family Great Elder had appeared, together with Zhan Meng and Ji Lian, how could Long Tutian possibly withstand them?
“Second Level Martial Saint?”
Long Tutian sized up the Ji family Great Elder and gave a contemptuous laugh. “Unless your Ji family patriarch comes personally, no one is taking the floating heavenly palace from me today!”
Overbearing. Utterly overbearing!
That was the feeling Lin Xiao received.
Though spoken with a smile, every word brimmed with boundless arrogance.
So what if the Ji family Great Elder had come? So what if he was a Second Level Martial Saint? So what if the three of them joined forces?
Today, none of them would wrest the floating heavenly palace from his hands!
Long Tutian was still the same Long Tutian. He might appear low-key and restrained now, but when he revealed his edge, he remained as domineering and invincible as ever.
“Hmph. Do you think that because you could fight above your realm as a Martial Emperor, you can do the same as a Martial Saint?”
With a cold snort, the Ji family Great Elder threw out a palm through the air. Vast, matchless palm force condensed and surged forward, carrying the momentum of mountains collapsing and seas overturning as it struck toward Long Tutian.
“That is exactly so. Nine Dragons Canon!”
Long Tutian gave a low shout. His body seemed to circulate an overwhelmingly powerful energy that caused him to tremble faintly.
He took a mighty step forward, shifted sideways, and punched with earth-shaking force, as though swinging countless mountains.
As the punch blasted out, the void quaked. Three fully materialised golden dragons burst from his gauntlet weapons.
Each golden dragon was five or six zhang thick and hundreds of zhang long. Dragon heads formed, jaws gaping. They coiled slightly as they charged forward, accompanied by the sound of draconic roars and resonant power.
Three dragons soared through the sky in a dazzling, majestic, and awe-inspiring spectacle.
Two of them actually bypassed the Great Elder’s colossal palm force and headed straight for Zhan Meng and Ji Lian.
Only one dragon met the Great Elder’s palm strike head-on.
Everyone was stunned. Long Tutian actually intended to attack all three simultaneously.
“Nine Dragons Canon!” Lin Xiao was inwardly shaken.
The Nine Dragons Canon was clearly Canglong Gate’s supreme technique. It could split its power into three separate streams.
Moreover, each stream was in no way inferior to the single attack Long Tutian had used earlier.
The Nine Dragons Canon actually possessed the ability to divide its force like this.
Three golden dragon fist beams were equivalent to triple his own attack power, as if three copies of himself were fighting at once.
Worthy of being Canglong Gate’s most profound core technique. Truly extraordinary.
Seeing Long Tutian split his power to attack all three, Zhan Meng and Ji Lian frowned, inwardly cursing his arrogance. They had not even joined forces with the Great Elder yet, and he was already forcing them to respond.
Both immediately unleashed their strongest techniques. Terrifying blade and sword radiance flared as they slashed at the incoming golden dragons.
Boom!
The first golden dragon smashed directly into the Great Elder’s palm force and tore straight through it. Only half of the condensed energy on the dragon’s body dissipated from the impact.
The vast palm force collapsed, turning into raging torrents of qi that surged through the sky, sending terrifying ripples through heaven and earth.
The remaining half-powered golden dragon continued onward toward the Ji family Great Elder.
