Every Basic Attack Was a Drawing Sword Slash

Lu Leng and Zi Qingyang collided once more before separating, with Lu Leng still holding the advantage.

"Drawing Sword Slash!"

Lu Leng swung his blade again!

This was the fourth strike. Lu Leng still retreated five steps, but Zi Qingyang was forced back eight.

"Let's see how you die!"

Zi Qingyang's eyes gleamed with savage delight. Lu Leng had already used it four times. This time, he could no longer use Drawing Sword Slash. What could he do now? Naked killing intent flashed in his eyes as he showed no mercy, his hammer stirring up a fierce gale as it smashed toward Lu Leng.

Yet Lu Leng remained calm. His lips moved softly. "Drawing Sword Slash!"

How was that possible?! Zi Qingyang's expression changed drastically. How could he still unleash Drawing Sword Slash? With such overwhelming power, he definitely could not use it many times. Even if his soul rings were powerful and his physique was exceptional, Soul Power was finite. He absolutely could not use it! Absolutely not!

Zi Qingyang shook his head wildly. Right, he had to be bluffing!

Trying to catch me off guard?

Trying to trick me?

Hmph, you're too green.

Without a shred of doubt, Zi Qingyang trusted his own judgment. The momentum of his attack did not lessen as he smashed down at Lu Leng.

Bang! Another tremendous explosion erupted between them, but as Zi Qingyang felt the force transmitted through his hand, his face turned ashen.

This force? This energy? What was going on?

Impossible! Why had his strength not weakened at all?! Zi Qingyang screamed inwardly without cease. His face twisted into a crazed grimace, and with his mind thrown into turmoil, his hand jerked. One of the gilded hammers actually flew from his grasp.

Thud! The immense force then sent Zi Qingyang flying ten meters away.

"How is that possible? How can you still use Drawing Sword Slash?!" Zi Qingyang asked tremblingly, still unwilling to believe it.

This time, Lu Leng did not attack. Instead, he stood at a distance and said, "Who told you that Drawing Sword Slash was limited by the number of uses?"

Lu Leng smiled. His Drawing Sword Slash had always been defined by time.

When he had first obtained it, it lasted for three seconds.

After absorbing his second soul ring, it lasted ten seconds.

And now, it lasted one minute!

In other words, for that entire minute, every one of Lu Leng's basic attacks carried the power of Drawing Sword Slash!

How terrifying was that? Upon hearing this, Zi Qingyang was horrified, but he instantly understood. He had been blinded by preconceived notions. In Lu Leng's previous battles, he had almost always used Drawing Sword Slash only once before defeating his opponent. That had created the illusion that Lu Leng's Drawing Sword Slash was limited by uses.

Who would have thought it was based on time!

Having understood this, the killing intent in Zi Qingyang's eyes only grew heavier.

With a wave of his hand, the Myriad Annihilation Gilded Hammer returned to his grip.

"Die!" Zi Qingyang's face twisted viciously.

But at that moment, a seductive voice suddenly rang out. "Demon Charm!"

Hu Liena had been waiting for an opportunity. Zi Qingyang's emotions were in violent turmoil right now, making this the best time for her to use her control.

Zi Qingyang's expression instantly froze. His body lost control, and he could not move.

Seizing the opportunity, Lu Leng summoned Thunderous Might from the sky. A bolt of lightning as thick as a water barrel struck Zi Qingyang fiercely. At the same time, Zhan Luo flashed in Lu Leng's hand as he arrived before Zi Qingyang.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Dance of Death!"

Hu Liena's attack followed immediately after.

The lightning descended. Controlled by Hu Liena, Zi Qingyang could not use Soul Power to resist and could only endure it with his body. A violent explosion rang out, and his right arm was blasted clean off.

The excruciating pain jolted him awake, but then he suddenly saw a beautiful figure dancing before him. Her body was exceptionally seductive, her fair skin exposed in large swaths, her eyes soft and alluring, stirring an instinctive desire to cherish her. The nine white tails behind her swayed gently with her movements, adding an even greater touch of temptation.

The beauty seemed to notice him as well. Swaying her waist, she approached him, then used her soft, snowy-white tail to caress his face.

A look of infatuation appeared on Zi Qingyang's face, as though he had lost his mind. But at that moment, he suddenly woke up. His body jerked backward, narrowly avoiding her tail.

Coming back to his senses, cold sweat drenched his back. His pupils dilated as he realized that Hu Liena had somehow already appeared in front of him.

Terror filled his eyes, but Hu Liena revealed an enchanting smile. Her nine tails suddenly expanded, surrounding him from all sides and wrapping him into a ball.

Then the tails tightened, and pained cries came from within under the immense pressure.

Hu Liena frowned. That attack had actually failed to crush him to death!

"I'll do it!"

Lu Leng saw what was happening and shouted. Thunderclap Wings appeared behind him, while Zhan Luo in his hand let out an intense crackle of lightning. Hearing him, Hu Liena swung her tails and threw the bundled Zi Qingyang toward Lu Leng.

Just as he was about to reach Lu Leng, the tails abruptly scattered apart.

At the same time, Lu Leng's blade came slashing down with unstoppable force.

Zi Qingyang had only just broken free and had not even had time to rejoice before he saw a gleaming blade descending upon his head.

Zhan Luo fell with the momentum, meeting no resistance at all.

With only the sound of flesh being sliced apart, Lu Leng landed on the ground. He slowly turned and looked down at the corpse split neatly in two.

Hu Liena came to Lu Leng's side. Glancing at the corpse, she said calmly, "It seems your blade is still stronger. My Dance of Death couldn't even kill him."

"Your Dance of Death isn't purely an offensive skill. It incorporates control, which gives it more possibilities. Still, if not for your chain of control, I wouldn't have had such an easy time." Lu Leng analyzed.

"It was mainly because your First Soul Skill is too domineering." Hu Liena smiled brightly.

"It was mainly because your control flowed perfectly." Lu Leng praised.

"Your blade is sharp."

"Your tails are formidable."

"Your blade is formidable."

"Your tails are white."

"Your blade is hard."

"You're white."

"You're hard."

"..."

The two shamelessly praised each other, but their compliments gradually veered in a strange direction.

After the battle ended, several figures soon flew over from afar. They were Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall and several titled Douluo, including Xiong Rige's grandfather, Demon Bear Douluo.

"What happened?" Bibi Dong landed before Lu Leng and Hu Liena, her expression cold as she asked.

At the same time, Demon Bear Douluo radiated killing intent as he glared around furiously. "Who has such audacity as to kill my grandson? I'll tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

Lu Leng glanced at him sideways and could not help saying, "He's already been cut in half. Did you come this late just to whip the corpse?"

"He's dead?"

Only then did Bibi Dong and Demon Bear Douluo notice their surroundings. Blood stained the ground everywhere, and Zi Qingyang's corpse had already been cleaved in two. Their faces filled with shock. "You killed him?"

"Who else would have? Were there other people here?" Lu Leng looked disgusted again. He found that these old men all liked asking questions they already knew the answers to.

Demon Bear Douluo's face reddened from the retort, and his violent temper immediately flared. "Watch your mouth, brat. Don't think that because you're His Holiness the Pope's disciple, you can speak so recklessly! If you anger me, I'll have to teach you a lesson."