Clad in black robes, Zhou Shiyu moved like a phantom!
His form flickered, and the greatsword Judgment danced in his hands, casting afterimage upon afterimage.
Furious sword Qi slashed toward Lu Xingyuan opposite him with the violent swiftness of a torrential tempest.
Lu Xingyuan, however, stood as steady as Mount Tai. Wielding his Dragon Flood Dragon staff, he twirled it with ferocious vigor.
His broad, sweeping momentum was like towering waves, neutralizing Zhou Shiyu's attacks one by one.
*Boom, boom, boom!*
Every clash between the two carried immensely formidable power.
The mere shockwaves of their battle had already shaved away several layers from the thousand-zhang Dao platform.
Waves of impacts struck the barrier array, sending violent ripples across its surface.
Smoke and dust rose across the arena, paving stones collapsed, and their battle grew ever fiercer.
Staff shadows filled the sky; the immense force left Zhou Shiyu nowhere to borrow momentum.
Moreover, Lu Xingyuan's strength was like a fine, supple stream, his staff clinging tenaciously to the blade.
Zhou Shiyu knew all too well the consequences of being led by his opponent's rhythm, so he had to exert all his might to break free each time.
This left his greatest specialty—using an opponent's force against them—with nowhere to vent, as if all his strength were striking soft cotton.
Not only that, the man's power had increased by at least thirty percent compared to before.
In Zhou Shiyu's eyes, Lu Xingyuan seemed to loom even taller.
Just standing before him radiated an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Zhou Shiyu's black robes snapped in the wind, his eyes cold and sharp.
Lu Xingyuan bore a resolute expression, his muscles hard as steel. Every strike carried the weight of a thousand jun, warning anyone against drawing near.
Their battle had reached a fever pitch; neither was willing to concede a single step.
Zhou Shiyu's sword grew faster, and Lu Xingyuan's staff became ever more ferocious! Their figures intertwined and flickered across the arena in a dizzying blur.
The moment Zhou Shiyu strained to break free of his opponent's control and slashed out with a backhand strike,
Lu Xingyuan seized the instant Zhou Shiyu turned and thrust his staff forward with explosive force!
"Flood Dragon Emerging from the Sea!"
*Roar!*
A low draconic roar rang out. Dragon scales flared along the staff, and the phantom of a colossal dragon burst forth!
This strike was like a great dragon lurking in the abyss, leaping violently from the depths the instant it spotted its prey—swift and vicious!
Midair, Zhou Shiyu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; before the attack even landed, a premonition of mortal peril rose from the depths of his heart!
This staff strike... was coming straight for the back of his head.
Still in midair, Zhou Shiyu forcibly wrenched his body around.
Twisting at the waist, he drove his arms with ferocious intensity, gripping the sword with both hands and cleaving down violently!
"Judgment: Sea Splitter!"
*Boom!*
The staff shadow was thick as a dragon, its phantom opening a bloody maw to snap at Zhou Shiyu.
Zhou Shiyu's muscles coiled taut until a mist of blood erupted from his flesh; his body drew back like a fully drawn bow as he brought the sword down with both hands.
Terrifying sword light coalesced in midair, a crescent-shaped blade glow crashing down upon the roaring, upreared dragon!
The onlookers held their breath, their eyes locked on the pair.
The power unleashed by the two was undeniably comparable to half-step Body Integration.
*Boom!*
A violent detonation rang out, shaking the entire Dao platform violently.
The heavy barrier array rippled incessantly, like a calm lake struck by several massive boulders, appearing on the verge of collapse.
The blast's shockwaves swept across the entire Dao platform with incredible speed, sending shattered green stone tiles flying in wild disarray!
Immediately after, two blood-soaked figures flew backward out of the explosion!
*Whoosh! Whoosh!*
*Bang! Bang!*
The two figures plummeted from the air at extreme speed and crashed into the ground. With two thunderous booms, two massive craters were gouged into the floor!
Everyone rose to their feet involuntarily, craning their necks to peer onto the arena.
Aboard the Lu clan's cloud boat, many furrowed their brows, scanning back and forth in search of Lu Xingyuan.
Two figures with faint auras lay in the craters, their life or death uncertain.
Zhou Shiyu was covered from head to toe in bruises and the torn marks of sharp fangs, every bone beneath the contusions completely shattered.
By contrast, Lu Xingyuan in the other crater seemed much better off.
Yet Li Guanqi knew that Zhou Shiyu barely had an intact bone left in his body...
His internal meridians were shattered, and his opponent's energy was rampaging wildly through him.
Li Guanqi could not help clenching his fists...
In the other crater, Lu Xingyuan suddenly spewed mouthful after mouthful of blood.
Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth like a fountain. A gruesome wound stretched from the upper right of his neck all the way down below his left ribs.
Broken white bones and ruptured organs were visible within the wound, while terrifying sword Qi rampaged madly through his interior.
Lu Xingyuan had never imagined that a heavy-sword cultivator like Zhou Shiyu could possess such horrifying strength.
*Clatter!*
Lu Xingyuan slowly got up, loose stones tumbling off him. Swaying, he rose and began walking forward.
Dragging his staff across the ground in a shower of sparks, Lu Xingyuan walked toward Zhou Shiyu with a gruesome grin.
Zhou Shiyu's eyelids fluttered. With half-conscious, hazy vision, he opened his eyes and suddenly surged to his feet!
As his pupils barely focused, an enormous staff shadow was already closing in before him!
Hunching forward, he gripped his sword in a reverse hold with his twisted, limp arms, slashing upward at an angle from below!
*Clang!*
This slash was exceptionally vicious, yet its force was somewhat diminished.
The strike knocked Lu Xingyuan back, and both stood motionless, separated by ten zhang.
Zhou Shiyu's gaze refocused. Without hesitation, he used his spiritual power to bind his shattered arms together!
Forcibly circulating his primal energy, he vomited large mouthfuls of blood, yet he dared not stop.
He had to reset every broken bone, or else he wouldn't stand a chance.
Lu Xingyuan likewise gathered his focus, sealed his wounds, and raised his staff to charge again!
The heavy sword Judgment was immensely ponderous, yet in Zhou Shiyu's hands, it was wielded like a nimble willow-leaf blade.
Every swing carried the weight of a thousand jun and absolute resolve, as if determined to tear the enemy before him to pieces.
Staff shadows and sword light clashed between them, sword light shattering and staff shadows dispersing.
The continuous clatter and ring of clashing metal rang out incessantly.
*Hiss!*
"Are their bodies truly heavily injured?"
"Why does this feel even more violent than before?!"
"Yeah, I feel the same way! It has this... desperate, life-risking feeling to it!!"
Not only were the cultivators of the Six Domains whispering in shock, but even the Lu clan cultivators frowned and muttered among themselves, "That guy is this strong?"
"Zhou Shiyu? How have we never heard of him before? To think he can match Brother Yuan neck and neck!"
"That guy's eyes... look terrifying to me..."
"Why isn't there the slightest fear in his eyes? Even when his injuries are worse than Brother Yuan's!"
Zhou Shiyu's gaze was unyielding as his eyes locked onto his opponent's.
He understood in his heart: his opponent could afford to lose, but he could not!
If he wanted to win...
Then he would claim this victory from his dead body!!
Chapter 798