Chapter 70: Li Luo

Boom! Boom!

Amid the ruins, faint thunderous sounds continuously echoed; not far away, students from other academies watched this scene, and under their gazes, Shi Kong unleashed his full combat power, forcing Li Luo to continually retreat and dodge.

If this situation continued, Li Luo would likely be eliminated soon.

This made them silently shake their heads; although Li Luo's rise had been remarkably swift, he still lacked the depth to face an opponent like Shi Kong—what a pity.

Clang!

Under the watchful eyes of many, blade and spear clashed fiercely; Li Luo's figure was struck again, flying directly into a ruined building.

Shi Kong stood firm, spear in hand, gazing down at the building with a haughty expression, his Lei Xiang power flickering across his body, radiating overwhelming pressure.

"Li Luo, trying to pull off a last-minute reversal? You simply aren't capable enough." He smiled faintly, his tone laced with subtle mockery.

"If you still wish to preserve some dignity, surrender now."

Inside the ruined building, dim light filled the space; Li Luo leaned against the wall, listening to Shi Kong's voice outside, then suddenly smiled and muttered to himself: "What a formidable opponent indeed."

"I must have been naive—I thought I wouldn't need to go this far. But now, the timing is just right."

His expression was slightly resigned; he gripped both blades, pressing their hilts together. Each hilt was shaped like a beast's mouth; when aligned, their fangs interlocked, and with a slight twist, they fused seamlessly.

Simultaneously, the blades' edges extended slightly, deepening their curvature.

It looked... as if the two blades had merged into a single large bow.

And indeed, it was a large bow of blue-silver hues.

Li Luo extended a finger and pressed against the hilt; a small hole appeared at the blade's tip, and a silver thread shot out, which Li Luo gently looped to form the bowstring.

This was the specialized artifact he had commissioned—normally in dual-blade form, unknown to outsiders, its hidden form being this bow Li Luo named "Lan Guang Gong."

Li Luo tightly gripped the bow's grip, formed by the fused hilts; this was his hidden trump card, one he had never intended to reveal—but clearly, being too low-key would risk disaster.

He raised his head, gazing at Shi Kong's silhouette outside, a faint smile curling on his lips—yet that smile carried an icy, chilling coldness.

Outside, Shi Kong suddenly sensed an inexplicable unease; his brow furrowed, and in the next instant, his long spear transformed into a streak of silver light, shooting straight into the ruined building.

Boom!

A surge of Xiang power roared, yet a figure shot upward from above, landing on a distant broken stone pillar covered in vines.

It was Li Luo.

Shi Kong clenched his hand, drawing the spear back into his grip; he frowned, staring at Li Luo—especially the large bow in his hands, alternating between blue and silver.

At this moment, whether within the Bai Ling Xu or beyond Bai Ling Mountain, many astonished and puzzled eyes turned toward Li Luo, who had suddenly produced a great bow—no one understood what he intended.

"At this point, still trying to play tricks?" Shi Kong said coolly.

Li Luo said nothing; he took a deep breath, drew back the bowstring, and in the next moment, his internal Xiang power surged forth, forming a faint luminous arrow upon the string.

The arrowhead and shaft glowed brightly—condensed by Ming Guang Xiang power—but only Li Luo knew that within this arrow, the Ming Guang Xiang had formed numerous orderly hollow channels, densely packed along the shaft, while he channeled Shui Xiang power at high speed through them, pushing each other forward.

The sensation was as if light carried water, flowing past at an indescribable speed.

When water's speed reached this level, who could still claim Shui Xiang was soft and weak?

Li Luo felt his Xiang power draining rapidly, yet a smile curled on his lips; the foundation of this technique was originally a high-grade Shui Xiang art, "Shui Liushi," and a high-grade Ming Guang Xiang art, "Liu Guang Shu"...

Li Luo, using these two arts as roots, after countless deliberations and failures, ultimately succeeded in modifying them through his own innate talent in Xiang arts.

He named this arrow...

Lan Guang Tian Liu Jian.

This was Li Luo's most powerful Xiang art—and his final trump card.

Shi Kong had originally been calm and composed, believing Li Luo could do nothing at this point—but when the luminous arrow on Li Luo's blue-silver bow solidified and locked onto him, his expression changed.

For at this moment, he inexplicably felt a piercing pain everywhere—as if facing an opponent capable of delivering a grave threat.

"How is this possible? He's only at Eight-Seal Xiang power—how could he make me feel such dread?" Shock surged in Shi Kong's eyes; with his Kuang Lei Zhi Kai enhancing him, he feared no one, not even Lü Qing'er at her peak—how could Li Luo possibly threaten him?

What exactly was this luminous arrow of Li Luo's?!

Was it a Jiang-grade Xiang art? But such an art could never be activated by someone with only Eight-Seal Xiang power!

Yet if not Jiang-grade, why did it make him feel as if needles pricked his back?!

As his gaze shifted, Shi Kong suddenly shot backward; facing Li Luo's unknown arrow, he did not charge recklessly but chose temporary retreat.

He believed this arrow would be Li Luo's final strike—if he could evade it, Li Luo would become fish on a chopping block, utterly at his mercy.

Li Luo watched Shi Kong's rapid retreat with calm eyes; your Lei Xiang power is indeed swift—but how fast can you be compared to water carried by light?

The bowstring stretched like a full moon; Li Luo's fingers holding it suddenly released.

Hum!

In that instant, a low hum sounded.

Everyone saw a streak of luminous light flash across the sky, yet its trajectory was nearly invisible.

Boom!

The luminous arrow shot forth; Shi Kong's body hair stood on end, and he roared: "Lei Bu!"

Lightning flashed beneath his feet; his speed reached its peak.

Yet it was all useless.

Shi Kong could only see a streak of light slice through his vision, then he saw a Kong Dong suddenly appear in the wall ahead, sunlight streaming through it.

In desperation, Shi Kong roared, channeling all his Xiang power; his spear shot forward like a thundering dragon, striking ahead.

Ding!

A crisp sound followed; Shi Kong's pupils shrank as he saw his spear, wrapped in Lei Xiang power, split cleanly down the middle.

A luminous arrow pierced through the broken spear, and within mere breaths, it shot through Shi Kong's outstretched left palm.

The so-called Kuang Lei Zhi Kai shattered and pierced in less than a breath.

Aah!

A piercing scream rang out.

Shi Kong's left arm gushed blood wildly; his entire body was sent flying backward as if struck heavily, crashing hard against the ruined walls, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in a violent spray.

Inside and outside the entire White Spirit Mountain, it seemed as if silence had suddenly fallen.