This time, the great battle lasted a full half hour.
The result was still Lu Yang's victory. He lay contentedly atop the Void Darkness Light Sea, while beside him, True Lord Flying Snow had likewise collapsed spread-eagled.
Only after a long while did True Lord Flying Snow catch her breath.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the lingering afterglow of battle still remained on her fair, exquisite face. Looking at Lu Yang, she gave a soft snort. "This experience was much better."
"Your fighting skills have improved greatly."
After saying that, she licked her lips again. Her full chest rose and fell slightly as though she were savoring the memory. "What technique was that just now? I feel like you were still holding back."
Lu Yang raised his brows at that. Her feeling was not wrong—he had indeed held back. After all, it was inconvenient to use the mysteries of Sand Gold and Spring Water outside. At most, he could use the Great Tribulation Lord to alter the Image of Divine Firmament Thunder into one of them.
It can't be helped. There is still a gap between me and the man in the black robe.
He can conjure the mysteries of Fruit Positions out of thin air and use them simultaneously, but I cannot. I can only modify things upon the foundation of Divine Firmament Thunder.
Lu Yang did not place much hope in this.
It was not something one could accomplish with cultivation alone. It also required dharma power control refined to the pinnacle, as well as talent. If it were Feixue, there might still be hope.
For him to achieve it, the difficulty was too great.
It was still like that math problem analogy—sometimes, not knowing was simply not knowing.
Even so, the power he displayed had allowed