A Fish Leaps over the Dragon Gate

In an instant, the world spun around, and everything in the underground palace vanished.

Thousands of dragonfish scales refracted the deep blue starlight, weaving together in the void to form a swirling galaxy, with schools of fish appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"Arowana?"

Ying Fusu shook his head.

He was no longer a terracotta warrior, nor did he wield numerous divine weapons and treasures.

A black dragon tail swept across the ruins, its scales covered in fine runes reflecting the pale blue starlight.

His upper body was that of a handsome, jade-like man, while his lower body was covered in delicate black dragon scales, thus changing his appearance.

"Heaven has bestowed its mandate, and Earth bears its virtue!"

Ying Fusu spoke in a clear voice. With a light flick of his slender fingers, he extended his arm, and twelve Kui patterns lit up one after another, revealing a precious sword.

Pointing at the two characters 'Tai'a' on the sword, the entirely red sword immediately burst into flames.

As he touched himself with his left hand, his half-dragon body shimmered with a cold, bronze-like light under the starlight, and layers of earth-colored heavy armor with tortoise-shell patterns covered his body.

With his sword and armor fully donned, Ying Fusu felt reassured before solemnly gazing at the countless dragonfish swimming around him.

"The one drawing upon the Qi of the Qingzhou Cauldron isn't Zhu Jiuyin, so who exactly are you?"

Ying Fusu looked at the dragonfish swimming like a starry river, and his voice rolled down.

He was not a verbose or pedantic person. Even when asked a question, Ying Fusu did not hesitate at all. Instead, he swept his Tai'a sword across the room.

The sword's edge stirred the galaxy, and the shattered fish shadows transformed into fireflies that scattered in all directions. Many dragon fish also swam away, avoiding his Tai'a sword.

"To be able to conjure such a phenomenon with your qi, you must not be an unknown figure," Ying Fusu said, his pupils shrinking slightly. "Could it be that your Demon Race has already established a kingdom in the Northern Kuru Continent, and you are the emperor or crown prince of the demon dynasty?"

There was no response from the Dragonfish Galaxy. Numerous dragonfish swam back and forth endlessly, as if they regarded this dark place as the bottom of the sea, their figures appearing and disappearing at different times.

"Even if the barbaric lands of the Northern Wilderness were to imitate us from the Southern Jambudvipa Continent, it would be nothing more than a clumsy imitation. How could they possibly obtain the blessings of heaven and earth? You lot have likely created your own fortune, but you lack the means to achieve it, and you don't even have the ability to speak properly," Ying Fusu said, striking again with his sword. "Although you are an emperor and may possess the power to influence the fortune of a dynasty, the gap between you and me is as vast as the chasm!"

Ying Fusu wielded the Tai'a sword and danced, his half-human, half-dragon body displaying remarkable agility, and the abilities he used bore some resemblance to those of the terracotta warrior.

This special circumstance drew Zhang Xuezhou's close attention.

Zhang Xuezhou only discovered his unique characteristics after being reshaped when he was once again caught up in the battle of destiny.

His ability to conceal himself remains; what appears to him as countless phantom dragonfish are, in the eyes of his opponents, real dragonfish.

These arowanas can confuse their opponents and allow them to hide among them.

Unless the amount is reduced to a certain level, it is very difficult to detect his true identity.

When facing opponents who only know how to fight with brute force, his dragon-fish form will undoubtedly exhaust them.

When facing high-level tactics, Zhang Xuezhou can also wear down his opponents and effectively buy time.

"If your methods are limited to this, your defeated fate will inevitably lead to a crushing defeat, and you will lose your life forever!"

Ying Fusu held his sword and sliced the fish with unhurried movements. His solemn face showed no expression, as if he had everything under control.

"Once you've slaughtered all the dragonfish, you'll disappear too!"

There was no response from the school of dragonfish that shone like a galaxy, but Ying Fusu keenly noticed that he was constantly slaughtering the dragonfish, which seemed to die and be reborn, as if there was no end in sight.

Clearly, if the extermination process is too slow, he will find it difficult to eliminate all the dragonfish swimming in the sky.

These arowanas had no fighting ability, and were like fish on a chopping board, slaughtered at will. But it was indeed difficult to kill them all.

This opponent, who was like a target, was a novice, but Ying Fusu could already imagine how terrifying he would be once he grew stronger.

If these endless dragonfish possess even a little bit of striking power, it will resemble ants devouring an elephant. If they are even slightly stronger, it might be devastating, and if they are pushed forward further, it might be a direct and devastating blow.

The opponent's only flaw is that it hasn't grown up yet, and Ying Fusu obviously won't allow such a demon to grow up.

"Hey!"

He held the Tai'a sword and exhaled, causing the prince's sacrificial sword to stir up a cloud of light and shadow. Within the light and shadow, the stars in the sky rotated, the sword light split into two, then into four, then into eight, then into sixteen, and continued to split and divide, with countless sword lights shooting out across the sky.

The strike, covering a wide area, landed, and the school of fish, which swirled and roamed like a galaxy, was instantly torn apart, turning into specks of light and shadow that disappeared.

I will kill you with ten more sword strikes!

Ying Fusu shouted loudly.

There was still no response from the fish in the Milky Way. He was used to this situation, but he still felt a little uneasy.

No one can unleash their ultimate move repeatedly.

Normal slashing is one thing, but this ability to break through one sword by ten thousand is obviously not something that can be used casually.

Moreover, this is not the real him, but belongs to the body of the spirit.

His movements were not yet fully integrated with his physical body, and he could not move as freely as his physical body.

The only saving grace was that his opponent had no offensive capabilities whatsoever, allowing him to fire at him like a target, which gave him the opportunity to adjust and continue his attacks.

The other party has great potential for development, but it is currently only in its nascent stage, and he will not give it the opportunity to develop further.

"Kill!"

Amidst the light and shadow stirred up by the Tai'a sword, the sword light split once more, presenting an equally overwhelming spectacle.

With a shout, the school of dragonfish vanished like bubbles.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Despite his solemn demeanor, Ying Fusu's right hand, gripping the sword, remained steady as he drew his sword repeatedly.

He cleared away the illusory images of swarms of fish, and the dazzling Milky Way vanished like a dreamlike bubble.

His gaze fell upon the last remaining sparse school of fish, and he continued to plot.

"You're using the 'Ten Thousand Swords Break One' technique for longer and longer periods; you seem to be losing strength!"

The final, prepared sword strike was not unleashed. Instead, a sudden exchange of voices arose from the remaining fish, causing Ying Fusu's expression to change.

He didn't have time to unleash the split Taiyi Dividing Light Sword Technique again; he only had time to sweep the sword forward.

The Tai'a sword pierced through the three-tailed dragon fish in a short moment, but Ying Fusu knew very well that he had not hit the real target.

The other party's voice was full of energy. His annihilation of thousands of dragonfish had clearly not effectively harmed the other party, and it was very likely that his efforts were in vain, like a dream.

Previously, he was calm and composed, and his every move exuded confidence, but now Ying Fusu was more cautious and conservative.

"Even if I'm exhausted, I can still wipe out the rest of your fish. You are doomed to defeat," Ying Fusu shouted.

"Then try cutting another one!"

A sound came from the school of fish, and Ying Fusu leaped up with his sword and thrust it upwards.

He saw a dragonfish, which then leaped upwards as well.

Like a fish leaping over the Dragon Gate, where one fish succeeds while countless others perish, a dragonfish struggles upwards, its body then displaying a transformative and evolving posture.

If Ying Fusu had witnessed this in real life, he would have applauded and marveled at the wonders of creation and evolution of all living things. But in the present moment, he felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

His leaping figure did not fall; instead, with a sweep of his left hand, as if aided by the wind and waves, he leaped high once more.

This method of leaping up by taking advantage of the wind and waves is clearly different from his leaping assassination.

Ying Fusu leaped to the same height and slashed down with his sword, his serious expression now completely blank.

Like leaping up, his sword strike was a step too slow and had no effect whatsoever.

As the Tai'a sword struck, a giant nine-petaled flower appeared, and it withstood the blow.