The black leopard’s shadow faded.
In its place, three shadows emerged behind Ling Xiao.
Glacier, Ocean, Earth!
All three natural forces of the Mountain River Martial Soul were unleashed.
“Boom!”
Another head-on clash.
Ling Xiao’s body was sent flying again.
But this time, no blood was spilled!
“There’s a chance!”
Excitement flashed across Ling Xiao’s face. He could feel the barrier to his cultivation crumbling. Each strike against the massive flaming palm chipped away at it.
“What a madman!”
“A terrifying madman!”
“No one would raise their cultivation so recklessly, would they? This is practically gambling with his life!”
Shocked cries erupted from the crowd.
Though they understood Ling Xiao’s true intent from Jinguang Heavenly Sovereign’s explanation, they still found his actions utterly insane.
“Kill him! Kill him now, Heisuo! This kid is using your attacks to boost his cultivation. Don’t let him break through!”
Elder Jin urgently transmitted his voice to Heisuo, hoping he could kill Ling Xiao before the breakthrough.
Heisuo seemed to realize this too, but instead of attacking, he retreated, halting his pursuit.
He was afraid.
He felt his attacks couldn’t kill Ling Xiao and would only help him refine his skills and advance.
Ling Xiao, at Mortal Realm Second Stage Peak, was already terrifying.
If he broke through to Mortal Realm Third Stage, would Heisuo still have any chance of winning?
“Heh, thanks, Senior Brother Heisuo!”
Boom~~
A powerful aura surged from Ling Xiao’s body!
His ferocious true energy morphed into a golden dragon, roaring toward the heavens.
The Glacier, Ocean, and Earth radiated strange lights, dazzling the onlookers.
Ling Xiao stood there, now dressed in clean robes.
His long robe fluttered without wind.
Holding his sword, hair flowing, he resembled an ancient sword immortal.
He had broken through!
The aura of a Mortal Realm Third Stage martial artist was unmistakable!
In the midst of battle, Ling Xiao had used his mad fighting style, leveraging his opponent’s attacks to break through!
The onlookers could hardly believe their eyes.
They’d heard tales of such lunatics in ancient times.
But those were stories in books. Today, they witnessed it firsthand.
“Idiot, what are you standing there for? He’s just broken through, his realm isn’t stable yet. Kill him!”
Elder Jin’s transmission reached Heisuo’s ears again.
Heisuo shuddered, suddenly realizing this was a life-or-death battle, not a spar. Either Ling Xiao died, or he did. He had to give it everything.
“Senior Brother, I can spare your life!”
Just as Heisuo prepared to attack, Ling Xiao spoke.
What?
Heisuo froze. He no longer had confidence in victory. If he could survive, that wouldn’t be a bad outcome.
“Fool, he’s trying to shake your fighting spirit. Kill him!”
Elder Jin’s transmission came again.
Heisuo snapped awake, realizing Ling Xiao’s cunning. With a furious roar, he struck with both palms, the flame monster enveloping them as they aimed for Ling Xiao’s chest.
Ling Xiao sighed, “Senior Brother, I genuinely didn’t want to kill you. Why must you force my hand?”
He meant it.
Through fighting Heisuo, he’d noticed something.
The Death Dark Flame was immensely beneficial to his cultivation.
He couldn’t exactly spar with the Demon Flame Heavenly Sovereign.
So, keeping Heisuo alive would be highly advantageous.
But alas, no one believed him.
“Trying to shake me? No chance!”
Heisuo’s attack came as expected.
Ling Xiao drifted back, easily dodging the strike.
“Fine, then I’ll shatter your mutated martial soul today and end you for good!”
With resolve, Ling Xiao decided to throw the mutated martial soul into the Mountain River World, curious to see what unique effects it might yield.
It might even be more useful than keeping Heisuo for sparring.
Glacier Power!
Ocean Power!
Earth Power!
Wind Phenomenon!
Thunder Phenomenon!
Rain Phenomenon!
Three forces of the Mountain River Martial Soul.
Three forces of celestial phenomena.
“Snowstorm!”
All six forces fused into the Snowstorm, a terrifying blizzard like the apocalypse descending, appearing above Green Valley, blocking the flame monster’s assault.
“How does he do it? Merging such terrifying forces into one attack with such precise control—it’s unbelievable!”
The onlookers were stunned.
They couldn’t comprehend Ling Xiao’s fighting style.
The more forces involved, the harder they are to fuse. A slight misstep could cause the forces to clash, either dissipating or exploding, harming the user instead of the enemy.
Yet Ling Xiao fused six terrifying forces seamlessly, showing no discomfort. It was astonishing.
How could they understand? With the Mountain River Martial Soul’s precise calculations, Ling Xiao’s ability to fuse forces was unparalleled.
Six forces? Even a hundred or a thousand could be fused effortlessly.
Which force needed to be weaker, which stronger, which proportion higher—it could all be calculated.
What was difficult for others was child’s play for him.
The six forces, initially separate, quickly merged into the Snowstorm’s attack. Howling winds and falling snow forced weaker martial artists to flee far away, fearing they’d be caught in the blast.
Doomsday power!
Aura of destruction!
The battlefield was now dominated by it.
“Mutated martial soul! Flame-formed monster, shatter!”
Ling Xiao let out a soft chant, his Ice Dragon Sword tracing a unique arc.
A gale rose!
Snow filled the sky!
The battlefield obscured both figures, leaving only the blizzard as the theme.
Heisuo stared blankly at the strike!
This invincible, devastating strike!
It was gorgeous, tragic, and overwhelmingly powerful!
As if beauty and might united perfectly in that moment!
Facing this terrifying strike, Heisuo felt utterly unbeatable, as if no matter how hard he tried, death was inevitable.
But the arrow was on the string—he had to act!
He no longer knew if he controlled the flame monster or it controlled him.
The mighty palm struck out.
But this time, he didn’t see Ling Xiao’s figure sent flying.
