Fighting Leng Yaozhu

Li Moxun had not wanted to grant a world-destroying Spirit Word, because its impact on himself was too great; it might even leave him badly wounded. But Li Moxun had no choice.

Even if the other party did not touch him now, she had definitely remembered him.

So right now, Li Moxun needed to find a way to shift her target, and it was also because he could no longer hold back his desire to retaliate against her.

Now that Leng Yaozhu had already appeared, rather than hiding things, he might as well draw her attention completely away.

So in the next second, as the body of the clone completely solidified, the connecting door of the carriage opened automatically.

The abrupt sound of the metal door being pulled open rang out. Up ahead on the other side, Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, and even Gu Yue all turned around curiously at the same time.

Leng Yaozhu and Li Moxun, seated at the very back beside them, also looked over as well.

Under everyone's gaze, a black-haired young man walked in.

The young man's vertical golden eyes swept over them in silence. Then his hand rose, his fair, jade-like fist shifting sideways in an instant before he smashed it viciously at Leng Yaozhu.

The punch came very fast, but Leng Yaozhu reacted even faster.

With almost just a single pause, Leng Yaozhu's figure suddenly flashed aside, and the punch struck empty air.

At the same time, the force that erupted from it slashed across Li Moxun's cheek in an instant, tearing open a huge wound.

Li Moxun let out a muffled groan, but by then, some of the blood on his body had already dripped onto the young man.

As the fist wind stirred, what no one noticed was that the blood began to dry rapidly.

The young man abruptly raised his hand. The instant the clone's gaze met Li Moxun's true body's eyes, a strange long saber, pitch-black from end to end, appeared in the young man's grip.

Then, in the next second, the long saber slashed straight at Li Moxun.

Li Moxun also raised his hand abruptly. Behind him, the Titan Snow Demon King let out a roar, and the power of ultimate ice surged over, blocking directly in front of the young man.

But when Leng Yaozhu, standing to the side, saw this scene, she showed absolutely no intention of making a move. Instead, she quietly took a step back.

Although a fire phoenix had already appeared around her, she simply allowed the young man and Li Moxun to fight to the death.

Their gazes met again. Li Moxun's body suddenly swelled, and the first Spirit Ring on him lit up. Ice Prison Fist erupted in an instant.

This terrifying punch struck out, and then his figure retreated rapidly without the slightest pause.

Wu Zhangkong, who had originally been standing behind them, also rushed over swiftly.

The Frost Sword appeared in Wu Zhangkong's hand, while six red rings lit up around him. His target was aimed straight at the young man.

Staring at Wu Zhangkong, the young man's expression remained calm, and his figure swiftly swept backward.

At the same time, his golden eyes fixed on Leng Yaozhu. He gave her a thumbs-up, then slowly rotated his thumb downward, making an extremely provocative gesture.

Watching the young man's provocative gesture, Leng Yaozhu's brows furrowed deeply, and her figure leaped out in a single step.

The young man did not stop at all either. The long saber in his hand suddenly struck the window beside him.

The window of the soul train shattered, and a biting wind howled through. The young man's figure had already leaped out in one step.

Seeing the young man jump out, Leng Yaozhu paused for almost only a second before following him out.

Nine Spirit Rings appeared around her in an instant, and the aura belonging to a peak Super Douluo spread out.

That terrifying aura shook the air, and Wu Zhangkong and the other students all retreated several steps, their eyes filled with shock.

On the other side, Li Moxun's clone, whose figure was falling backward, looked at Leng Yaozhu, his eyes filled with an extreme killing intent.

The muscles and bones in his body began to make crisp cracking sounds, while his flesh entered a half-dragonized state in an instant.

At the same time, a deathly pale wing slowly appeared on his back. The wing was very small, twisted in shape.

And in an instant, Li Moxun's body was also covered by white scales.

This was not the manifestation of normal dragonization. It was Li Moxun directly using his own blood essence—or rather, in that second when he and the clone made contact.

He had directly depleted his own vital essence, forcibly attaching the bloodline belonging to the White King onto this clone.

There was no way he could kill Leng Yaozhu this time, but he wanted to hit her with something big, to make her have no mind to continue pestering him. That was what Li Moxun wanted.

For that, he would not hesitate even if it left him badly wounded.

Since she had already suspected him, hesitation would only bring disaster. Rather than slowly wearing each other down, he might as well go all in.

Leng Yaozhu could decisively develop killing intent toward him and want to get rid of him, so he could also think of a way to forcibly hold Leng Yaozhu down and see whether he could eliminate her.

As Leng Yaozhu chased after him, behind her, an enormous fire phoenix descended with a thunderous crash in an instant.

Terrifying flames burned the surrounding trees. Her eyes were calm as fire feathers filled the sky and pierced straight toward Li Moxun's body.

Li Moxun did not dodge those fire feathers. His figure smashed down onto the ground, allowing the fire feathers to pierce straight through him.

Feeling the pain coming from his body, Li Moxun clenched the long saber in his hand tightly.

As he slowly stood up, another four or five fire feathers struck his body from behind, sending a scorching, burning sensation through him.

But looking at the young man's back and the deathly pale scales covering his entire body, Leng Yaozhu frowned.

She had not thought of Li Moxun's White Dragon martial soul. After all, the forms and states of the two were clearly completely different; this strange power was different from the White Dragon.

The White Dragon was a dragon species that existed in this world, one of the subordinate bloodlines of the Dragon God.

But the strange spiritual power on this person's body was not possessed by any dragon race. No dragon type wielded the power of the spiritual attribute.

"Who exactly are you? To think you were able to find me. It seems you really might be someone from Eastsea Academy."

Leng Yaozhu's voice was cold. This time, she did not suspect Li Moxun. After all, he could not possibly expose a clone like this.

Besides, his martial soul was a martial soul that existed in this world. It could not possibly possess such a terrifying cloning ability.

However, as he listened to Leng Yaozhu's words, Li Moxun's expression turned somewhat strange.

By now, he had already been injured. His body had been pierced through by those phoenix feathers, yet his face remained calm, even carrying an eerie smile.

The corners of the young man's mouth split slightly. His eyes stared fixedly at Leng Yaozhu, and those blazing Golden Pupils burned fiercely, like the very source of terror.

Piece after piece of the young man's face slowly crumbled away, but his expression remained indifferent, even calm.

"You and I had no grudge or feud. My revenge against Mu Chen had nothing to do with you. But you took the initiative to stop me, so now there is hatred between us."

"Today, I have come again to repay that hatred."

Li Moxun's voice was very soft. As he spoke, he took two steps forward.

Just as Leng Yaozhu's brows knitted tightly and she thought the young man was about to launch a swift attack on her, Li Moxun instead stood there calmly.

He spread his hands, and the black longsword was casually tossed onto the ground. There was a kind of prayer in Li Moxun's eyes, but even more than that, there was a bone-deep coldness.

His gaze looked straight at Leng Yaozhu. His voice was extremely calm, but his tone was filled with ferocious killing intent.

As the young man opened his mouth, a string of obscure and eerie words emerged from it.

And along with this long chant, the originally peaceful world around them seemed, in an instant, to stir with an indescribable tremor.