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Above Mingxiu Lake, the commotion grew ever more immense. Explosive force scattered across the lake, while Dragon City's clear, piercing howls and Zhuo Mufeng's thunderous roars rang out from time to time. The people from the various aristocratic families and sects along the shore all pricked up their ears, hoping to grasp the state of the battle ahead of time.

At that moment, all the martial artists above the Innate Realm cultivation level on the lakeshore suddenly sensed an incomparably sharp aura flash past. Immediately afterward, no further movement came from the lake battlefield concealed within the dense fog.

Meng Zhao's brow twitched. His thoughts were as deep as a ten-thousand-foot abyss. Whatever he had thought of made his expression dark and grim as he looked at Liang Muqiu beside him and asked via voice transmission,

"Mu Qiu, did you sense that trace of aura just now? What exactly was its origin?"

If Meng Zhao's guess was correct, it should have been the ultimate technique Dragon City relied upon to kill numerous Innate Realm Warriors: Sleeve Green Dragon. It was said to be a supreme saber technique—when the saber emerged, a green dragon emerged; once it struck, there was no regret. It was a sure-kill technique. Everyone who had seen this move had already died, so to this day, no one truly understood its essence.

Now, dense fog churned above Mingxiu Lake, beyond the reach of sight, making it impossible to discern the hidden intricacies within.

Yet Meng Zhao felt that things were not so simple. He possessed the soul foundation of two lifetimes, as well as the Purple Origin Dragon Body. His foundation was unparalleled beneath heaven, and his spiritual senses were extraordinary. He felt a faint wariness toward that move, which seemed like saber qi and saber light.