High-Level Martial Skill From The Book

Xiaoyaozi was also completely bewildered. This attack carried eight-tenths of his spiritual power, yet Yang Chengzhi blocked it with a single finger. Even more importantly, this finger seemed incredibly powerful, pushing him back three steps and making the hand holding the 'Red Sickle' go numb from the immense force.

Xiaoyaozi subtly loosened his grip and shifted his stance on the sword.

"What martial skill is this?" Xiaoyaozi asked.

"It's called the Six Meridian Divine Sword," Yang Chengzhi said, pointing to his cloak. "I learned it at that bookstore."

"Absurd!" Xiaoyaozi was enraged. A bookstore teaching such a high-level martial skill? He felt like he was being treated like an idiot.

"I'd like to see just how powerful your Six Meridian Divine Sword is." Xiaoyaozi's palm vibrated slightly, and the Spirit Sword Red Sickle flew out of his hand, hovering in mid-air. Then, nothing happened.

But at this moment, Yang Chengzhi suddenly circulated his spiritual power from his heart, up to his lungs, down to his armpits, along the inner rear side of his upper arm, following the Taiyin meridian, after the heart meridian, down the inner elbow, along the inner rear side of his forearm, to the end of the sharp bone behind the palm, into the inner rear side of the palm, along the inside of the little finger, and out from its tip.

Whoosh~ A beam of light shot out from his right little finger. This was the Shao Chong Sword, one of the Six Meridian Divine Swords.

Clang!

The Shao Chong Sword struck something in mid-air with a loud clang. The beam of light transformed into spiritual energy and dissipated into the air.

At this moment, a Spirit Sword Red Sickle, entirely crimson, appeared in mid-air.

To everyone's astonishment, another Spirit Sword Red Sickle was still hovering before Xiaoyaozi! There were suddenly two Spirit Sword Red Sickles present.

It wasn't until five seconds later that the Spirit Sword Red Sickle in front of Xiaoyaozi gradually faded and vanished into thin air, leaving only the one hovering in mid-air.

"Sixth-tier martial skill." "Remnant Rainbow."

This was a martial skill that merged with the Spirit Sword Red Sickle. This martial skill was known for its speed, and when combined with the Spirit Sword Red Sickle, it could kill enemies instantly and invisibly.

Yet, Yang Chengzhi had still blocked it. Neither the seventh-tier Spirit Sword nor the sixth-tier martial skill had gained any advantage against this martial skill called 'Six Meridian Divine Sword'!

Xiaoyaozi's face was terrifyingly grim. Yang Chengzhi's strength far exceeded his expectations.

"I'd like to see how long your spiritual power can last." Xiaoyaozi gritted his teeth and began to attack Yang Chengzhi relentlessly, putting his full strength into every strike.

Since his martial skills, techniques, and even spiritual artifacts couldn't gain an advantage, he could only wear Yang Chengzhi down with his cultivation. Xiaoyaozi was confident that Yang Chengzhi, with only a second-stage Spirit Sect cultivation, couldn't possibly surpass him in spiritual power reserves. After all, he himself had already reached the fourth stage of Spirit Sect.

Xiaoyaozi's frenzied fighting style caused the spiritual power within both of them to be constantly depleted. Cultivators at the Spirit Sect stage could only draw upon a limited amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Under such high-intensity consumption, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy couldn't replenish their internal spiritual power quickly enough.

Therefore, at this point, it all came down to cultivation.

After all, any martial skill or technique, even blocking, required spiritual power. Once one party's spiritual power was completely depleted, they would be helpless, even with a lifetime's worth of skills.

Thus, Yang Chengzhi, with his Six Meridian Divine Sword, fought Xiaoyaozi to a standstill, astonishing a crowd of onlookers.

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect Yang Chengzhi to have such a high-level martial skill hidden up his sleeve."

"This martial skill is incredible, to be able to block an attack from a seventh-tier Spirit Sword."

"Do you think Yang Chengzhi is telling the truth? Did he really get this high-level martial skill from that Mysterious Bookstore?" Some spectators were skeptical. This was a high-level martial skill! Anyone who obtained it would want to keep it secret, not advertise where they got it.

"We'll find out after the Dragon Ranking competition. Someone will surely go to Dubian Town to find that Mysterious Bookstore."

"That's true."

The competition wasn't over yet, but the audience at Jiaolong Plain had already noted the name of the Mysterious Bookstore in their minds. After all, a high-level martial skill that could also increase one's cultivation – who wouldn't be curious?

Xiaoyaozi, fighting in the arena, grew more alarmed with each passing moment. He discovered that Yang Chengzhi's spiritual power seemed unfathomable. By now, his own spiritual power was almost depleted, and he was feeling exhausted. Yet, judging by the power and intensity of the light beams Yang Chengzhi shot out, his spiritual power seemed undiminished, and the beams remained just as potent.

Whoosh~

Another beam of light shot out, too fast for Xiaoyaozi to fully react. He managed to slightly turn his body, and the beam grazed his face, leaving a mark. Blood instantly flowed out.

"He's injured!"

The crowd exclaimed.

No one had expected that Yang Chengzhi would not only emerge unscathed from Xiaoyaozi's attacks but also inflict actual damage on him.

"You... die!" Xiaoyaozi touched his face, looking at the blood on his hand, his eyes turning ferocious as he glared hatefully at Yang Chengzhi.

Boom~

Suddenly, a powerful shockwave erupted outwards from Xiaoyaozi. A strong gust of wind swept across Jiaolong Plain, so powerful that even cultivators with lower cultivation couldn't withstand it and were blown away.

Xiaoyaozi's aura in the arena reached its peak. His hair stood on end, his robes ripped open, revealing his chest muscles, and his body seemed to grow by more than a third, resembling a giant.

"War God Art!"

The ancestral technique of the War Emperor clan!

This was an eighth-grade technique. Its greatest effect was to stimulate the body's potential in a short period, temporarily increasing one's cultivation. Due to its heaven-defying nature, it was named the 'War God Art.'

The current War Emperor, Xiaoyao Zizai, had achieved the esteemed position of Spirit Emperor with this ancestral technique.

Yes, Xiaoyao Zizai was Xiaoyaozi's father.

Xiaoyaozi's own cultivation was at the fourth stage of the Spirit Sect. After using the War God Art, no one knew how much his cultivation would surge.

Facing Xiaoyaozi, who had suddenly transformed into a small giant, Yang Chengzhi's face was filled with solemnity. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Xiaoyaozi, a burning fighting spirit, like that of a war god.

Yang Chengzhi stood still on the ground, his hands spread outwards, his eyes closed. His long hair, robes, and cloak billowed without wind. In the space between heaven and earth, wisps of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy gathered. This time, however, they did not surge into Yang Chengzhi's body but flowed around him.

Slowly, as more and more Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy gathered, the spiritual energy around Yang Chengzhi gradually formed a thin line.

The line grew thicker, and the pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy began to emit a golden glow.

"This is~~"

On the viewing platform, the three Sages of Chu, Yan, and Zhao exclaimed in unison, their eyes fixed on Yang Chengzhi.

Or rather, they were staring at the thin, golden line emanating from Yang Chengzhi.

"Holy crap!" Ma Feifei's mouth hung open.

Yun Qingyang, who had been silently standing by his side, was now also intently watching Yang Chengzhi. She unconsciously exuded a pressure that made the surrounding influential figures uncomfortable, forcing them to dispel it with their spiritual power.

"Who is this person? Why do they possess such a powerful aura?" everyone speculated about Yun Qingyang's identity.

'Roar~'

A long roar echoed throughout the Jiaolong Plain, drawing everyone's attention. On the arena stage, a golden dragon swirled up Yang Chengzhi and soared towards the high heavens, heading straight for the summit of the Ascension Stele.

"Ancestral Dragon!"

"Dragon!"

"Heavens!"

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