Most crucially, compared to the condensed Mountain Sword, which had been effortlessly shredded, dissolved, and absorbed, this Ocean Wave Sword, though its sword aura was dispersed, surged like the sea, its waves rising and falling, generating its own hidden force. Whirling currents collided and counteracted one another, making it the natural bane of this sort of absorbing technique.
Back when he was at the Houtian stage, Li Xingchen had specifically ordered experts from his household to capture a Houtian Realm martial artist who cultivated absorption-type arts for testing. It had indeed produced remarkable results.
Although the absorbing force in Meng Zhao's palm was far beyond what a mere Houtian martial artist could compare to, Li Xingchen was no longer the man he had once been. Once his Innate True Qi had formed, the might of all his ultimate arts had undergone earthshaking advancement.
When this sword came forth, Meng Zhao also found it slightly troublesome. Of course, only slightly troublesome—not enough to be called a problem.
His five fingers curled faintly, his fingertips like golden hooks. The terrifying suction in his palm, which had originally swirled like a vortex, vanished without a trace. In its place appeared five incomparably strange chains of dragon qi, thread upon thread entwining like ropes, containing an unsurpassed true essence capable of sealing Heaven, suppressing Earth, locking dragons, and imprisoning gods.
Within the range covered by this wondrous dragon qi in Meng Zhao's palm, it formed a peculiar force field that seemed capable of forbidding all true qi energy. Its terror appeared to surpass even the devouring art from before.
This was precisely the North Sea Dragon Fighting Hand that Meng Zhao had derived through the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror, taking Tu Xiu's Dragon Locking Skill as its core and integrating all that he had learned.