The Elder's Demise

Throughout his more than thirty years of cultivation, Lu Chong had not merely followed established texts by rote. He had expanded upon them in accordance with his own circumstances.

Especially in combining multiple Dao Arts in actual combat, Lu Chong had gained entirely new insights.

Just as now, he activated the Azure Edge Dao Art, Flowing Cloud Dao Art, Thousand Mechanisms Palm, and Heavenly Net Armor almost simultaneously, wielding them in close coordination.

Like assembling various components into a precision instrument, although he could not link the inscriptions of different Dao Arts into one whole, he could still stack their power to a terrifying degree—equally capable in attack and defense, at both close and long range.

This sword strike contained the power of several Great Dao inscriptions, making Chu Zun's expression change drastically.

Only now did Chu Zun realize that he had still been too careless, that he had underestimated this junior.

A colossal palm imprint wielding twin swords appeared across the sky. Flowing clouds coiled around it, accelerating it as it pierced through the starry void in the blink of an eye, broke through Chu Zun's sword formation, then cleaved apart his Thousand Mechanisms Palm imprint and pointed straight at the crown of his head.

Chu Zun's two strongest Dao Arts, along with his Dao Treasure flying sword, all seemed utterly incapable of withstanding this one strike.

"You're not qualified to kill me!" Chu Zun snarled savagely. With a sharp roar, an Xuanming Dao Treasure appeared in his hand.

It was a round shield engraved with over a hundred Heavenly Net Xuanming inscriptions. It expanded in the wind, firmly protecting Chu Zun within.

Boom!

Lu Chong's giant sword came down. The shield held only for a moment before shattering and scattering apart.

Yet Chu Zun had actually used that