Chapter 913: Da Cheng Jing

As Li Taixuan raised his Quan Yin, the celestial energy instantly boiled and trembled; behind him, the two Tianzhu spun at high speed, absorbing and exhaling energy, transforming it into Xiang Li, which flooded into his body.

Then, Li Taixuan punched forward with a calm, unrippled motion.

Roar!

As if a piercing dragon's roar had exploded, a hundred-zhang Quan Yin shot forth, its surface covered in countless dragon scales, resembling a dragon fist.

Upon those dragon scales, mysterious runes surfaced, causing its power to surge violently.

The dragon fist pierced through empty space, carrying a torrent of dragon roars; a dominant, astonishing aura surged skyward, shaking the clouds.

The dragon fist radiated rolling dragon might; those with weak wills would likely be struck with fear at just this dragon might, daring not to meet it head-on.

Merely this punch caused the faces of many Great Flag Captains outside to shift; even Lu Lu Qingmei's face turned solemn, for she knew that if she had stepped forward, she too would have had to avoid its sharp edge.

This Li Taixuan, among the twenty flags' history, could rank among the top three—truly possessed peerless elegance.

Not to mention them—even among the senior leaders of various lines watching from the void, some now wore complex expressions, for this familiar punch stirred memories of past suffering.

This "Hundred Battle Dragon Fist" was Li Taixuan's first Marquis Art; though merely Spirit-Linking grade, he later refined it to Great Perfection, and in power, it surpassed many Yan Shen-grade Marquis Arts.

Amidst the many exclamations, Li Luo's face was equally solemn; though the young Li Taixuan's Hundred Battle Dragon Fist now was far weaker than what he had seen before, to him, still only at the Ji Sha Realm, it still brought overwhelming pressure.

Hss.

Li Luo drew a deep breath; his three Xiang Palaces trembled, and his vast Xiang Li poured out entirely.

His Yin Fa shifted, then he slashed forward with a blade.

Empty space shattered; a rushing water sound arose—a black dragon rode the dark, chilling Ming Water and roared forth, then, under countless gazes, clashed directly with the dominant dragon fist.

"Black Dragon Ming Water Flag!"

Boom!

An energy storm erupted at the point of collision, shaking the void.

But Li Luo's face subtly changed, for he sensed that when the black dragon met the dragon fist, the fist's attack was brutally forceful—his Dual Xiang power had failed to erode or destroy it.

Ultimately, the black dragon shattered first; the residual Quan Yin became a streak of light and slammed violently toward Li Luo's position.

Li Luo's body shimmered with Lei Guang.

Lesser Marquis Art, Lei Guang Zong!

A lingering shadow appeared where he stood; he instantly reappeared a hundred zhang away.

The Quan Yin struck the shadow, carving a massive crater into the ground, cracks spreading endlessly.

In this direct clash, Li Luo's "Black Dragon Ming Water Flag" had failed to fully block Li Taixuan's "Hundred Battle Dragon Fist."

"Dad's Hundred Battle Dragon Fist is only a Spirit-Linking Marquis Art, yet its power is absurdly strong."

Li Luo frowned, eyes flickering, murmuring to himself: "Could it be… that even now, he has already refined the 'Hundred Battle Dragon Fist' to Da Cheng Jing?"

Marquis Arts have three stages: Xiao Cheng Jing Zhong Jie, Da Cheng Jing, and Da Yuan Man Jing; even Li Luo himself has only refined his "Black Dragon Ming Water Flag" to Xiao Cheng Jing Zhong Jie, though thanks to his Dual Xiang power and the art's synergy, his Marquis Art's power is always slightly stronger than others'.

But now, in direct clash with Li Taixuan, he had fallen slightly behind.

Though the opponent had a level advantage, Li Luo, supported by his Three Xiang and Fourfold Thunder Sound and Xiang Shen Li Mi Fa, was hardly weaker.

Thus, the only explanation was that Li Taixuan's "Hundred Battle Dragon Fist" had reached a higher stage.

Moreover, in Li Taixuan's earlier Quan Yin, Li Luo sensed a faintly familiar resonance—it was… Li Luo pondered for several seconds, then remembered.

It was Tian Long Qi.

Li Taixuan's dragon fist had integrated Tian Long Qi, which allowed his "Hundred Battle Dragon Fist" to reach Da Cheng Zhi Jing.

Li Luo's heart stirred with sudden insight: Tian Long Qi had this effect on dragon-phase Marquis Arts—but such integration was clearly not crude blending, but a subtle, pivotal enhancement.

Li Luo pondered deeply; the "Black Dragon Ming Water Flag" was the Marquis Art he had practiced longest, and he had long grasped its key points—yet he had always lacked that one spark to take the final step.

Li Luo retreated, then formed another seal; after several breaths, the void before him shattered.

Another black dragon, riding chilling Ming Water, roared forth—but this time it did not strike immediately; instead, it circled around Li Luo.

Li Luo paused, thinking: his Tian Long Qi was peculiar, embedded within his bloodline; even he struggled to activate it, while his father could—perhaps due to his "Tian Long Xiang."

So Li Luo decided on a simpler method.

He dragged his palm across the blade's edge; blood sprayed out, falling onto the black dragon's body that rode the Ming Water.

His blood contained Tian Long Qi; since he could not yet activate Tian Long Qi alone, he would simply bleed—once he grew more skilled, perhaps he could skip this step entirely.

The blood struck the black dragon's body and merged into it; Li Luo focused his spirit, guiding the blood into the dragon's critical points.

Having practiced the "Black Dragon Ming Water Flag" for so long, Li Luo knew it inside and out.

As Li Luo urged it, the black dragon finally changed: first, its body swelled gradually; its fangs and claws began to glow with strange light, growing fiercer.

Moreover, specks of blood-red light appeared in its eyes, and a ferocious, murderous aura rose.

Roar!

The black dragon let out a low roar; the vast Ming River beneath its feet grew even colder, and its aura clearly rose a tier above before.

Sensing the black dragon's transformation, Li Luo's heart leapt with joy; though he had merely forced the "Black Dragon Ming Water Flag" to Da Cheng Jing using Tian Long Qi within his blood, this beginning would deepen his future understanding of Da Cheng Jing, allowing him to truly enter this realm.

Thus, this enhancement was crucial to him.

Boom!

As Li Luo rejoiced, a piercing sound tore through the air again—a hundred-zhang dominant dragon fist Quan Yin roared down, crushing toward his position.

This time, Li Luo did not dodge; he let out a long roar, and the black dragon roared back, fierce and proud, wrapped in Ming Water, colliding once more with the dominant dragon fist.

Boom boom!

An energy storm erupted in the arena; the air seemed crushed and exploded, emitting piercing sonic booms.

But this time, the black dragon showed no weakness; it tangled with the dominant dragon fist until the end, as two mournful cries sounded, both shattered and vanished.

Li Taixuan's once terrifying dragon fist, which had cast shadows over his peers, was finally blocked.

This scene struck the senior leaders of various lines with a jolt.

Among them, some senior leaders from Li Taixuan's generation looked at Li Luo with complex eyes, for back then, even they had failed to block Li Taixuan's punch—thus cementing his invincible aura.

But now, Li Luo has actually done it.

What this signifies needs no explanation.

This youth has his father's style!

Even though his realm is slightly behind, the combat power he has displayed is truly stunning.

"Haha!"

In the arena, Li Luo laughed heartily; this time, he not only blocked his old man's iron fist, but also seized the opportunity to comprehend the Da Cheng Zhi Jing of the "Black Dragon Netherwater Banner." Although just now he had forcibly activated it using the Heavenly Dragon Qi contained within his blood, he was confident that after immersing himself to comprehend it for a while, he would surely truly step into the Da Cheng Jing.

By then, the might of the Black Dragon Netherwater Banner will also increase accordingly.

"Old man, it seems you are of some use after all!"

Li Luo chuckled; after the previous contest, he had realized that ordinary means were useless if he wanted to win, so in that case, he would just unleash his ultimate move.

Li Luo's hands suddenly clapped together, his ten fingers shifting to form a series of complex sword seals.

At this moment, a sword cry suddenly rang out across heaven and earth, and an indescribably sharp sword qi surged forth into the world.

A wisp of water light slowly rose from the crown of Li Luo's head, and finally, amidst those many shocked gazes, transformed into a pale blue dragon-tooth sword.

Once this sword appeared, even the high-ranking elders of the various branches in the void had their eyes suddenly narrow.

Li Luo was also gazing at the pale blue dragon-tooth sword rising above his head, a thick expectation welling up in his eyes.

The "Peerless Embryo Art" he had prepared for so long was finally revealed to the world on this day.

"Old man, to express a bit of my gratitude, today your son will use this energy projection of yours to 'sacrifice to the sword'!"

Li Luo looked at Li Taixuan's figure and grinned.

The Luo Lan Manor specialty focuses entirely on "fatherly kindness and filial piety."