Chapter 627: Dragon Burial Slash!
Chapter 627: Dragon Burial Slash!
The two old men’s expressions had become increasingly ugly.
They could naturally see what Bai Zihan was trying to do.
He wasn’t confronting the Dragon Burial Slash head-on.
He was stalling.
Dragging out the fight until Long Haotian exhausted himself maintaining the technique.
And the most frustrating part?
It was working.
Long Haotian’s cultivation might be high, but a Saint Grade Technique was not something he could maintain indefinitely.
Every second consumed an enormous amount of Immortal Qi.
The first old man’s eyes narrowed.
His divine sense spread outward.
The second old man did the same.
The nine figures scattered throughout the arena appeared identical.
To ordinary cultivators, they were impossible to distinguish.
However, the two old men were far from ordinary cultivators.
Their divine senses swept through the battlefield repeatedly.
No wonder, Long Haotian couldn’t tell these clones apart.
Even the two of them were having hard time differentiating the real one, not to mention, Long Haotian.
Only after expending Qi and taking a few seconds, were they finally able to locate Bai Zihan.
Then—
The first old man’s eyes flashed.
(Found him!)
Almost simultaneously, the second old man reached the same conclusion.
The real Bai Zihan was standing casually near one corner of the arena.
"Young Master! Three o’clock!"
"The one near the eastern wall!"
Long Haotian’s eyes immediately snapped toward that location.
At the same time, mocking laughter erupted.
"Hahaha! Seriously?"
"Are they helping him?"
"Even in a duel between juniors, they still have to give him answers?"
"How shameless!"
"Forget genius. Without his elders helping him, he can’t even tell who’s real!"
"Hahaha! I guess this is the strength of an Immortal Realm genius?"
The laughter grew louder.
Although nobody explicitly accused the two old men of cheating, the meaning was obvious.
This was a duel between the two, and although the old man didn’t physically intervene, it has similar implications.
The two old men’s expressions immediately darkened. Their faces burned with embarrassment.
Under normal circumstances, they would never interfere.
However, they had no choice.
If Long Haotian continued wasting Qi, the Dragon Burial Slash would collapse on its own.
By then, if Long Haotian truly lost, who knew what would happen to his Dao Heart?
They only want to temper Long Haotain’s Dao heart, not completely break it apart.
Unfortunately, they had been too eager to help and had blurted it out aloud rather than silently transmitting the message.
Long Haotian’s face alternated between red and green.
His grip tightened.
The mocking voices entered his ears one after another.
Each sentence felt like a slap across his face.
Every word stabbed directly into his pride.
For a brief moment, he even wanted to turn around and yell at the two old men.
However, he couldn’t really blame them either.
After all, if he weren’t in trouble, they wouldn’t have needed to intervene at all.
Moreover, without their help, he truly wouldn’t have been able to identify Bai Zihan.
He would have continued wasting Qi like an idiot while Bai Zihan played with him.
That realization only made the humiliation even greater.
Veins bulged across his forehead.
His eyes became bloodshot.
The Saint Grade Technique within him grew increasingly unstable.
Then his gaze locked onto Bai Zihan.
Murderous intent erupted.
"Bai Zihan..."
His voice sounded like it had been squeezed through clenched teeth.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop.
(Only by killing you...)
The pressure emanating from the Dragon Burial Slash skyrocketed.
Long Haotian’s eyes burned with madness.
(...can I wash away today’s humiliation!)
The accumulated power finally erupted.
The sky darkened.
An enormous golden dragon phantom appeared behind Long Haotian.
The dragon opened its eyes.
A terrifying dragon roar echoed throughout the Heaven Sword Sect.
ROAR!
The pressure was simply too terrifying.
Long Haotian raised his sword.
The dragon phantom followed the movement.
Golden light illuminated the heavens.
At this moment, Long Haotian no longer cared about winning elegantly.
He no longer cared about preserving face.
He only wanted one thing.
To crush Bai Zihan completely.
"DRAGON BURIAL SLASH!"
His roar shook the heavens.
Then the sword descended.
The enormous dragon phantom roared and lunged toward Bai Zihan.
Everything in its path shattered.
Even space itself seemed to distort beneath the overwhelming force.
The two old men stared intently.
Their hearts settled slightly.
(This attack should be enough.)
No matter how monstrous Bai Zihan was.
No matter how shocking his talent.
He was still only in the Great Ascension Realm.
Against a fully unleashed Saint Grade Technique, how could he possibly survive?
Meanwhile, Bai Zihan was also preparing himself.
Originally, he had intended to see whether Long Haotian would actually release the technique.
Unfortunately, the two old men had interfered.
Now that his position had been exposed, he had no choice but to deal with Long Haotian’s technique head-on.
Just as Bai Zihan tightened his grip on the Eternal Spirit Sword, a familiar voice suddenly echoed inside his mind.
"We are ready!"
Bai Zihan’s eyes flickered.
It was Han Sha.
It seemed that the preparations he had ordered were finally complete.
A faint smile appeared on Bai Zihan’s face.
Perfect timing.
He had already seen enough of Long Haotian’s strength.
And now that Han Sha and the others were prepared, there was no need to drag things out.
Across the battlefield, the enormous golden dragon roared as it descended.
Its pressure crushed everything in its path.
The sky trembled.
The earth shattered.
Even space itself seemed unable to endure its might.
Long Haotian’s eyes were filled with madness.
"Die!"
His roar shook the heavens.
The Dragon Burial Slash surged forward with unstoppable momentum.
At that moment, Bai Zihan finally moved.
His eyes became incomparably sharp.
The playful expression that had remained throughout the battle completely disappeared.
An overwhelming aura erupted from his body.
Great Ascension Realm Qi exploded outward.
The surrounding spiritual energy instantly became chaotic.
His sword slowly rose.
The Eternal Spirit Sword emitted a clear cry as Sword Intent surged.
The surrounding sword cultivators felt their own swords trembling violently.
Even the two old men felt their expressions change.
A sense of danger suddenly appeared within their hearts.
Bai Zihan’s gaze remained fixed on the approaching dragon.
"Fate Severing Slash!"
A terrifying sword light appeared.
The moment it appeared, countless cultivators felt an indescribable chill run through their souls.
As though nothing in heaven or earth could escape its edge.
Then the two attacks collided.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The entire Heaven Sword Sect shook violently.
An explosion unlike anything before erupted between the two techniques.
The arena instantly collapsed.
Even the very formation protecting the disciples and elders were shattered without a shred of resistance.
Countless disciples were thrown to their knees.
Some weaker cultivators directly coughed up blood.
Even the sect elders had to circulate their cultivation to resist the shockwave.
Bai Xueqing’s expression changed.
Chu Ziyan’s face turned pale.
The force generated by the collision was so terrifying that both women nearly lost their footing.
Fortunately, Bai Ren casually waved his sleeve, and a protective barrier instantly appeared around them.
Meanwhile, the two old men behind Long Haotian were no longer calm.
Their eyes widened.
Complete disbelief appeared on their faces.
They stared at the battlefield as though they had seen a ghost.
Because Bai Zihan’s technique was actually competing against the Dragon Burial Slash.
A Saint Grade Technique!
Not only was it competing, it was gradually gaining the upper hand.
The golden dragon phantom roared furiously, yet the silver sword light continued advancing.
The dragon’s body began to crack.
The cracks spread rapidly.
Then—
Boom!!!
The dragon phantom exploded.
Golden fragments filled the sky.
The Dragon Burial Slash had been destroyed.
And the silver sword light didn’t stop.
It continued forward, straight toward Long Haotian.
Long Haotian’s pupils contracted to the size of needles.
His face instantly lost all color.
"No!"
Long Haotian’s mind went completely blank.
The scene before him felt unreal.
His strongest attack.
The technique he had always been proud of.
The Saint Grade Technique bestowed upon him by the Long Clan.
Dragon Burial Slash!
Destroyed.
His eyes remained fixed on the exploding dragon phantom.
For a brief moment, he completely forgot where he was.
Forgot about the duel.
Forgot about the countless spectators watching him.
His mind repeatedly echoed with the same thought.
(How? How did it lose?)
Unfortunately, reality did not care about his confusion.
The silver sword light continued advancing.
Fast.
Relentless.
Merciless.
It was already directly before him.
Only then did Long Haotian’s instincts finally scream.
Danger!
His pupils contracted violently.
A cold chill surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Without hesitation, his hand shot toward his storage ring.
A bronze shield instantly appeared.
A Heaven Grade defensive artifact.
One of the life-saving treasures given to him by his clan.
"Protect me!"
Long Haotian roared.
The shield immediately expanded.
Layers of defensive runes erupted from its surface.
A massive barrier formed before him.
Then—
BANG!!!
The Fate Severing Slash arrived.