"Long had I heard that King Li, one of the Ten Dharma Kings of the sect, cultivated the Blood-Eyed Asura Dharma Manifestation."
"Among the three thousand Great Daos, you walk the path of strength."
"You believe in crushing ten thousand techniques with a single force."
"If you do not strike, so be it—but once you do, you strike with everything you have." A slightly cold voice came from within the crimson light.
Immediately afterward, a rainbow beam like a great river stretched across the sky and slowly rose. Within it, astonishment flashed through Murong Jing's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.
"What a pity."
"Even with such brute strength, it is futile if you cannot hit me."
Murong Jing braced the hilt of the Red Dragon True Gold Sword with his left hand.
As he formed seals, he chanted a true-word Daoist incantation.
The red sword swept across the space before him.
Ripples spread out, and Murong Jing's figure trembled like a flower in a mirror, a moon reflected in water, as though he had completely peeled himself away from this stretch of space.
Luo Manping frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "I had long heard that Murong Jing, foremost among the four hall masters under the Left Heavenly King, possesses dragon blood. The True Gold longsword in his hand can tear open space beneath the strike of his Dao Body, allowing his body to hide within overlapping spaces. No wonder he escaped alive from my Heaven-Crowning Asura Strike."
"Escaped?"
Murong Jing sneered.
"Since you possess such formidable strength, why do you not dare take me head-on?"
"Hahaha, Luo Manping, have you cultivated your magic power into your sea of consciousness? To ask such a childish question."
Murong Jing said no more.