Chapter 107: This Dragon Gate! It Doesn't Play by the Rules!

"Fellow Daoist! Run quickly!"

Simple and clear, crisp and efficient.

Li Xiang's expression darkened instantly.

He carefully took a look at the many messages Bai Ze had just sent.

He understood instantly what had happened.

Just a moment ago, the process of his breakthrough seemed to have been a bit too massive.

So massive that the spirit of the Dragon Gate, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, had actually violently awakened.

After seeing that the small world had been ruined to this extent by Li Xiang, the first thing the Dragon Gate did after awakening was...

"You brat!"

"I shall suppress you for a thousand years to gather Spirit Rhyme for me again!"

Roar!

A dragon roar that shook the heavens and earth rang out.

Li Xiang then saw a faint Divine Dragon Phantom emerge above that profound Dragon Gate.

Although it was not distinct.

The pressure it gave off was so strong it almost made Li Xiang suffocate.

A dragon!

The strongest among scaled bloodline creatures, a powerful being passed down since the ancient era.

In front of that phantom, a demon cultivator in white was trying his best to block it.

At the same time.

The Token in Li Xiang's hand vibrated crazily.

"Run! Run! Run!!!!"

Gulp~

Li Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Good brother Bai Ze!

This favor, this Daoist will remember!

Without further words, a faint mist flashed at his fingertips.

"Rise!"

Divine Light moved vertically and horizontally, gathering Spirit Rhyme, and the Flowing Cloud beneath Li Xiang's feet rushed toward the outer perimeter of the small world at an extremely fast speed.

Although this Dragon Gate was only a place of inheritance.

The aura it radiated in its rage just now gave Li Xiang a feeling of bottomless depth.

It seemed somewhat similar to those Demon Monarchs and Human Race grand experts who fought in the depths of the Southern Wilderness in the past; they were all existences with terrifying cultivation.

Like a long rainbow piercing the sun, Li Xiang fled at an extremely fast speed.

He had now reached the Seventh Grade, and with a single thought of Divine Light Escape, he had various divine abilities at his disposal.

Although it was his first time using it and he was not yet very proficient.

The speed was still very fast.

At this speed, he reckoned it would take no more than a few snaps of the fingers to escape from this small world.

However...

At the edge of the small world.

Just as Li Xiang was about to rush out, he suddenly saw a man wearing a cyan long robe standing in the air, looking at him coldly.

Long black hair hung down, and his brows carried an unforced air of authority.

"Fellow Daoist."

"Since when can you of the Human Race come and go as you please in our Dragon Clan's place of inheritance?"

His sharp gaze looked at Li Xiang, filled with anger.

Seeing this person, Li Xiang's expression changed drastically.

The aura of the person before him allowed Li Xiang to recognize his identity.

He looked back at the Dragon Gate in surprise.

That's not right!

Shouldn't the Dragon Gate have been blocked by Bai Ze? How could he be here?

Looking carefully, that ferocious Divine Dragon Phantom was actually slowly dissipating.

Leaving behind only a bewildered Bai Ze.

Damn it!

This dragon does not play by the rules of martial arts!

He! He actually played tactics!

What Bai Ze blocked was merely a phantom created by the opponent!

Li Xiang muttered to himself.

This was the spirit of the Dragon Gate.

It was a True Dragon that had died countless ages ago, its bones profound, later giving birth to a spirit.

Although it was no longer the True Dragon of legend itself, its strength was less than one percent of its former self.

It was called a dragon spirit, but it was merely the unextinguished obsession of the dead True Dragon, which, by borrowing Spirit Rhyme, evolved into a spirit that had opened its wisdom; it could not be considered a living being, could not cultivate, and could not walk about.

Most of the time, it had to hibernate and sleep.

Yet it still possessed a certain air of a True Dragon.

Just by standing there, it made it impossible for one to look away.

This was a born emperor, this was the center of the world.

It was a life born standing at the pinnacle of all spirits; all glory and praise were prepared for him.

Only...

At this moment, the spirit of the Dragon Gate was almost beyond fury...

"To steal, and to steal from me, the Azure Dragon."

"You have such great audacity!"

"Die for me!"

After speaking, a large hand stretched out and reached toward Li Xiang.

In just an instant, it became like the firmament, suppressing everything.

Within the palm, there seemed to be dense Divine Patterns, with an extremely exaggerated might.

This was not a sealing technique.

This was a true killing art of the Dragon Clan.

This was anger pushed to the extreme.

Even if Baize were to intercede, he would still execute Li Xiang to vent the hatred in his heart!

"That's not it, fellow Daoist! Listen to my sophis..."

"No, listen to my explanation!"

Li Xiang's figure was extremely fast, the white clouds beneath his feet erupted like thunder as he shuttled away rapidly, dodging a suppression from the Dragon Gate.

The strength of this Dragon Gate spirit was not very strong.

His overall power was pressed onto the Dragon Gate, supporting the Nine Dragon Pools.

The power he could mobilize was actually only the power of the small world itself.

But at this moment, the small world had been drained by Li Xiang until there was almost nothing left.

So the power was not that exaggerated.

"To take without asking is to steal."

"You have stolen countless Spirit Rhyme from this realm; converted to spirit stones, it is worth seventeen thousand!"

"My body is already dead, I have no need for spirit stones, so you can just die here!"

The man gave a cold snort, refusing to argue with Li Xiang.

Another hand covering the sky stretched out, intending to suppress Li Xiang, this little ant scurrying everywhere.

How arrogant the Dragon Clan was; today, they had actually been robbed by a mortal.

How could he accept this?

He was already uncontrollably furious!

In the distance, Baize flew over rapidly, seemingly intending to persuade him.

But the Dragon Gate below suddenly shook violently; in an instant, the Nine Dragon Pools shifted, transforming into segments of Dragon Bone, and the Dragon Gate transformed into a Dragon Head.

In the time it takes to snap one's fingers, a giant white-bone dragon appeared in the world, raising its head to roar at the sky.

It viciously surrounded Baize, warning him not to move.

Suppressing Baize with its body.

Battling Li Xiang with its spirit.

On the white clouds, Li Xiang's brows twitched...

That Baize was a First Grade powerhouse; although he was injured and the demon court he relied on had collapsed, he was still a genuine First Grade powerhouse.

Just like that, he was suppressed by a corpse?

Speechless.

Li Xiang looked at the Dragon Gate in the distance, its black hair flying, trying its best to suppress him.

He silently recited in his heart: "Offense taken!"

A white light flashed.

A long sword fell into Li Xiang's hand out of thin air.

It was not made of any good material; it was just an ordinary weapon from the mortal world.

It was something Li Xiang had picked up from the corpse of a guard from the Chiyang County army that day.

The next moment, that Divine Light within his Divine Soul escaped and attached itself to the sword.

Spirit Rhyme rolled and moved, circling toward the long sword and adhering to it, implicitly forming a sword radiance.

This Divine Light was the core for Immortal Dao cultivators to unleash divine abilities.

It is rumored that within the Immortal Sect, there are other sword cultivators who do not cultivate the Divine Soul, but instead nourish a precious sword with Spirit Rhyme, loading their own spirit, their own blood, and their own Dao into the sword; when cultivated to the end, even the Divine Soul will melt into the sword.

I am the sword, the sword is me; they are extremely extreme sword cultivators.

With the Divine Light attached to the sword, every slash was nearly a divine ability.

Li Xiang looked at the large hand suppressing him and gently closed his eyes.

He could not wait any longer; if he could not get out, and the Dragon Gate suppressed Baize and brought its corpse over to annihilate him, he would not be able to withstand it.

Dao rhyme evolved in his heart, and the sword momentum of the Green Lotus Sword Song condensed continuously in his mind.

Before the sword was even swung, bloodstains had already appeared on his body.

A sword rises from the sea of the heart, to strike others and to strike myself!

The next moment!

A beam of white light reaching from the heavens to the earth illuminated the mountains and rivers.

Power that had almost reached the pinnacle of both the Immortal Dao Seventh Grade and the Martial Dao Seventh Grade was condensed into a single sword strike.

This sword strike, heaven-opening!

(End of this chapter)