Free Web NovelChapter 469: Chapter 283: The World’s Prodigies Total One Shi; I Alone Shall Claim Nine Dou
The Twelfth Realm.
A single minor Realm made a world of difference. To fight and defeat an enemy of a higher Realm was a nigh-impossible feat.
Besides, which of those who had reached the Peak of the Twelfth Realm was an ordinary person?
Five hundred years ago, which of them hadn’t been a world-renowned prodigy?
Which one of them hadn’t risen from the ranks of prodigies?
They had all reached the pinnacle by stepping on the shoulders of their generation’s Cultivators.
Which of them wasn’t a formidable figure capable of fighting across Realms?
Luo Lingxiao had always considered himself a man of immense talent. Within his own Realm, he had never met his match. He could even fight those in the Twelfth Realm while at the Eleventh Realm. But now, after seeing Lu Mingyuan defeat the Celestial Dragon Elder Abbot, an overwhelming sense of defeat washed over him.
’If it were me, could I defeat the Celestial Dragon Abbot so easily?’
’I’m afraid not.’
The power Lu Mingyuan had just displayed was like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head, leaving him trembling, unable to compose himself for a long time.
’All Martial Artists under heaven who see this blade see the ancestral hall...’
The words still echoed in his ears.
’What is the pinnacle of the Martial Dao?’
’This is it.’
It was an uncrossable chasm, a stone monument carved with records, waiting for a successor to surpass them.
"Is that all? If this is the best the Six Kingdoms can do, you might as well pack up and go home. Don’t even bother fighting for the Celestial Mandate!"
Hearty laughter erupted from the Great Yan Camp.
Clearly, Lu Mingyuan’s actions had significantly boosted their morale.
Hearing the enemy’s taunts, the Cultivators from the Six Kingdoms looked at each other in dismay.
Lu Mingyuan smiled to himself.
’Step two.’
’Provoke the enemy’s defiance and will to resist. Further escalate the conflict to ensure the success of my plan to seize the Destiny of the Six Kingdoms.’
Not far away, representatives from smaller kingdoms who had come to watch the spectacle saw Lu Mingyuan charging in their direction. Their souls nearly leaped from their bodies as they shouted in protest:
"New Emperor of Great Yan, why are you attacking our kingdom?!"
"Because you stepped forward with your right foot first!"
Lu Mingyuan replied.
His words made the people from the small kingdoms freeze. Once they processed it, they cursed Lu Mingyuan for his inhuman cruelty.
He had no intention of showing any courtesy to these spectators.
Hearing this, many of the spectating factions quickly fled the area.
They were terrified that Lu Mingyuan might see them take a step.
Lu Mingyuan chuckled to himself.
’It seems this method is quite effective.’
’It’s enough to intimidate most of the small and medium-sized factions.’
"BOOM!"
Lu Mingyuan swung his blade. Enveloped in Fiery Flame Primordial Qi, Yang Su swelled to the size of a mountain, becoming a colossal blade that suppressed and annihilated all forces within a hundred-li radius.
Faced with such terrifying power, the Cultivators of the Six Kingdoms couldn’t just stand by and watch. Nor could they turn and flee. They could only brace themselves and fight.
"Don’t panic! If we all attack together, he can’t possibly be a match for us!"
"SWISH!"
Cao Zongxi brought forth the Great Sui Dragon Seal from his wide sleeve, its passage through the air an incessant whistle.
All the Dragon Qi within the Great Sui Dragon Seal emerged, its power increasing immensely.
"Suppress!"
Cao Zongxi immediately played his strongest card, attempting to use the Dragon Fortune of an entire nation to suppress Lu Mingyuan.
Above the monstrous Dragon Qi, two giant shadows, one cold and one hot, materialized.
Under Wuxun’s control, a massive Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragon and a Red Qilin Great Flood Dragon began to spew water and fire.
The Red Flood Dragon spat out a blazing fireball like a Great Sun True Yang. It was blindingly hot, with a temperature likely reaching hundreds of thousands of degrees—enough to melt even an Innate Treasure.
The Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragon hid among the clouds, breathing out a frigid mist. Layers of frost condensed in the valley below, freezing trees into brittle shards of ice.
Although they were Wuxun’s Spirit Pets, they were both Great Demons comparable to Demon Monarchs. They were not to be underestimated.
Lu Mingyuan spun around and met the attack with both hands.
His left hand formed a palm strike, a phantom dragon-elephant coiling around it, wreathed in scorching flames. A roar that could shatter eardrums rang out.
Desolate Dragon Elephant Force.
His right hand clenched into a fist. An Obsidian Curse Seal flowed across his arm, as if the stars of the Big Dipper were reversing their course, unleashing a monstrous power.
Celestial Witch Godslaying Palm.
"BOOM!"
The two Martial Arts Divine Techniques erupted, washing away the energies of ice and fire. Then, like a great hammer, they slammed heavily into the two Flood Dragons.
Lu Mingyuan used the momentum to shoot upward, precisely grabbing both Flood Dragons by their tails.
As if possessed by the immense strength of a Celestial God, he whipped their tails and slammed the two mountain-sized Flood Dragons into the ground.
The impact kicked up a massive cloud of dust and rock, and they shattered a mountain peak on the way down.
The Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragon let out a series of mournful wails, clearly on the verge of death.
Looking down from the sky, the drag marks they left were a shocking sight.
It was like watching an ant drag an elephant.
Lu Mingyuan emerged from the dust cloud, dusting off his hands. His sharp gaze swept over the figures in the sky, then glanced at the sky behind him.
Yang Su hung vertically in the air, resisting the suppression of the Great Sui Dragon Seal’s Dragon Qi. He still had enough time.
He gave a faint, savage, and gleeful laugh.
"Now, it’s my turn to kill you."
Clenching one hand into a fist, he transformed into a streak of light and smashed it against the Great Sui Dragon Seal, creating a series of explosive bangs.
Lu Mingyuan controlled Yang Su, instantly closing in for the kill, intending to sever Cao Zongxi’s head with a single slash.
Just then, a beam of mysterious light descended from the heavens, blocking Lu Mingyuan’s path.
The mysterious light erupted with an incredibly scorching aura, its temperature approaching a million degrees. It clashed with Yang Su for a moment before both were forced back.
Yang Su flew back to Lu Mingyuan’s side, circling around him.
The mysterious light faded to reveal a figure with an unparalleled, magnificent air. It was a man with sharp, handsome features, wearing a crown. He was dressed in a Golden Silk Shirt woven from the Jade Wood Golden Pine of an Immortal Family, which matured only once every three hundred years and could block the power of most Divine Techniques.
