After swallowing Lu Zhenyang, the astral wind dragon became even more demonic. It spun back and forth in the arena, and every gust of astral wind was like an invincible steel knife, constantly slicing through the air. The air was filled with the sound of bones breaking.
After a few breaths, the astral wind around Li Zhihuan gradually dissipated, revealing his slightly young but incomparably heroic bearing.
The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile. With a wave of his right hand, the raging astral wind dragon turned around from the other end of the arena. It transformed into a small tornado and stopped in the palm of his hand.
"Lu Zhenyang from the Spiritual Mountain?" Li Zhihuan weighed the tornado in his hand with disdain. "That's all you got."
I don't know how terrifying that tornado is, but I can sense from the piercingly cold wind that it emitted that it's definitely not a power that anyone can resist with their flesh and blood.
Even a Yang God wouldn't be able to survive under this kind of power.
A bit of black light rose from the bottom of the tornado, like a goldfish caught in a whirlpool. It shook its body in an attempt to struggle, but how could such a small body be a match for the whirlpool?
Its struggle was just a form of unwillingness before its death.
Lu Chengyi had just reunited with his son, and then he saw his son's life in danger. The blood on his face instantly disappeared.
After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He took two steps forward and activated his True Essence.
He ignored the rules of the Heavenly Grand Ritual and didn't care whether he was a match for Li Zhihuan or not. He pretended to save Lu Zhenyang from Li Zhihuan.
He used the power of a Heavenly Master to compete with a Yang God Celestial Master …
This kind of behavior can only be described as stupid.
But looking at his movements, my heart revealed a trace of unbearable.
Perhaps it was because it involved the Lu family, but I couldn't help but remember that when Lu Zi 'an tried to kill me, my father was the same as Lu Chengyi. For the sake of his child, he didn't hesitate to raise his hoe high and stand opposite a Heavenly Master …
That's how fatherly love is in the world. It's like my father's love for me and Wang Kun's love for little Wang Li.
The Lu family should all die, but in my heart, they shouldn't die like this.
The Allheaven Competition has its own rules. As Officer Wang has invited me to help him, I can't break the rules. So, even though I can't bear it, I can only sigh from afar.
Wang Can seemed to read my mind. He chuckled and said, "Why are you sighing?
Lu Zhenyang's death is a good thing for us. "
Hearing that, I smiled wryly and shook my head.
Lu Zhenyang's death is indeed a good thing for me.
However, I didn't sigh for him. I only sighed because of Lu Chengyi's love for him.
I didn't know what to say to Officer Wang, so I kept quiet and looked at the arena.
I didn't stop Lu Chengyi, but someone else did.
Just as Lu Chengyi was about to make a move, Lu Chengping, who was at the side, extended his hand and grabbed his arm, and loudly advised, "Big brother, the battle between the Yang God Heavenly Master is no longer something we can control.
For the sake of the clan … Let's just wait. If Zhenyang fails, we still have to ensure that we win the remaining two matches. "
"Clan …" Lu Chengyi muttered. He clenched his fist and prepared it several times, but in the end, he didn't make a move.
Seeing that Lu Chengyi had calmed down, Lu Chengping heaved a sigh of relief. He turned to Li Zhihuan and cupped his hands in salute. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly froze and his eyes shone.
I hastily turned to look at Li Zhihuan.
I saw that the black light that had disappeared from the tornado had reappeared. It flickered in the boundless True Essence. In just a few breaths, it was as bright as a fireball.
The disdainful expression on Li Zhihuan's face disappeared and he frowned. He immediately mobilized all the True Essence in his body and sent it into the tornado.
It was obvious that Lu Zhenyang didn't sit still and wait for his death.
The speed at which Li Zhihuan moved his True Essence was very fast, but the black light that Lu Zhenyang had turned into was even faster. Taking advantage of the time when Li Zhihuan was moving his True Essence, the black light went against the tornado and rushed towards Li Zhihuan's palm.
That kind of crazy energy dyed the entire tornado black.
Li Zhihuan looked exhausted, and the disdainful expression on his face was nowhere to be found.
Officer Wang got up from my side and cried out, "How could this be?"
Looking at his appearance, he was actually even more anxious than Li Zhihuan.
Of course, the result of the battle wouldn't go according to Officer Wang's wishes.
In fact, just as I had thought, Lu Zhenyang's strength wasn't inferior to Li Zhihuan's. Even if he had unexpectedly chosen to resist Li Zhihuan's True Essence tornado with his body, he could still break it with brute force.
Li Zhihuan screamed, and the tornado in his right hand instantly went out of control and escaped from his palm.
The black tornado spun faster and faster in the arena, and its volume became bigger and bigger. In just a few breaths, it had covered the entire arena.
Li Zhihuan shrank in place. He didn't care that Lu Zhenyang was about to escape. He just held his right hand and let Lu Zhenyang attack with all his strength.
The result of their battle would largely determine the fortune of their families for a hundred years. There was no room for mercy.
Li Zhihuan didn't want to show mercy when he chose to stop. The only possibility was that he didn't have any strength left.
The moment Lu Zhenyang got rid of the tornado, he had already destroyed his right hand.
The spinning tornado paused for a moment, then dispersed.
Lu Zhenyang's ugly, broken body appeared.
After the tornado dispersed, I finally saw Li Zhihuan's situation.
He was even more distressed than I had expected. There was no flesh on his right palm, and there was a hole the size of a baby's fist.
I was surprised by Lu Zhenyang's ruthlessness. However, Lu Zhenyang didn't care. He made a grabbing motion with his right hand, and the drifting astral wind gathered in his palm, turning into a long, black astral wind dragon.
With just a glance, I was inwardly shocked.
His astral wind dragon was many times stronger than the tornado Li Zhihuan had condensed with his True Essence.
The long dragon leaped up in the wind, almost blocking the sun in the sky, and the light in the entire venue became stagnant. Almost everyone could smell the thick smell of blood. Even though they were separated by the barrier of the arena, it still gave people a suffocating sense of pressure.
Lu Zhenyang stood under the blood dragon. His black cloak fluttered even though there was no wind. The black mask on his face was as dark as a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice.
He placed his hands behind his back, giving off a condescending aura. "Thirty-six grotto-heavens?
It's just so-so! "
Lu Zhenyang returned the words that Li Zhihuan had used to ridicule him with just a moment ago.
The difference was that he didn't mention Li Zhihuan's name. He didn't even mention Taishan grotto-heaven's name. It was as though he didn't care about it at all.
I looked at Lu Zhenyang's mighty aura, and my expression turned solemn.
The current Lu Zhenyang was completely different from before.
In the past, he was like a clown. He was cruel, extreme, and childish.
But now, with just a few words, he was extremely overbearing.
The spectators around the arena didn't dare to mock Lu Zhenyang anymore. They also didn't think that it was stupid for Lu Zhenyang to use his physical body to resist the astral energy tornado.
From the beginning to the end, Li Zhihuan didn't have the initiative in this battle. Even if he controlled Lu Zhenyang's life and death, it was just a facade that Lu Zhenyang had purposely shown weakness.
From the beginning, Lu Zhenyang had controlled the entire situation.
I looked at the spectators on the viewing platform. The way they looked at Lu Zhenyang was no longer mocking him. Instead, their eyes were filled with fear and joy. It was as though they were glad that they hadn't met this madman.
At this moment, Li Zhihuan's pale face finally regained some color. He should be using his True Yuan to recover from his injuries.
The two elders of the sect who accompanied him seemed to want to help him, but he stopped them.
Li Zhihuan slowly raised his head and stared at Lu Zhenyang with a sad smile. "What a good Lu Zhenyang from Spiritual Mountain!
I underestimated you just now. Summon your Celestial Master Yang Spirit. Let's have a fair and square competition! "
Fair and square?
I shook my head and smiled. As expected of a young genius from the Heavenly Abode … Jianghu was dangerous, especially in this arena where one's life was on the line. Who would fight you fair and square?
Moreover, he was facing Lu Zhenyang, who was as sinister as a viper. His style wasn't fair and square.
"Fair and square?"
Lu Zhenyang sneered disdainfully, just as I had expected. Apart from asking a question, he didn't even reply. He raised his withered right hand and gently waved it.
Without waiting for Li Zhihuan to react, the black dragon charged straight at him.
The astral wind dragon straightened its waist and streaked past Lu Zhenyang's ear. The entire movement seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Li Zhihuan.
It opened its mouth and swallowed him.
Even though Li Zhihuan had already fought with Lu Zhenyang, this madman, who didn't play by the rules, he still found it difficult to deal with him.
Before he was swallowed by the astral wind dragon, I clearly saw him forming hand seals. His speed was extremely fast, but he still wasn't able to dodge Lu Zhenyang's second surprise attack.
Li Zhihuan had just broken through to the late stage of Yang God Celestial Master, but the astral wind dragon was unstoppable in his hands.
Now, the dragon had fallen into the hands of the powerful Lu Zhenyang. When he used it, its power was many times stronger.
The dragon circled above the arena and let out a few faint roars, as if it was shouting something. Its disdain was even greater than Lu Zhenyang's.
After a few breaths, Lu Zhenyang gently put down his right hand that was suspended in the air. The astral wind dragon lowered its head and spat Li Zhihuan out.
At this moment, he had already fainted and fell to the ground like a broken sack.
At this moment, the result of the battle was very clear.
I originally thought that Lu Zhenyang would restrain himself a little, but I didn't expect that he would look around the stage and wave his hand. The Astral Wind Dragon actually circled around the stage and charged straight towards the viewing platform.
Even though there was the Heavenly Grand Ritual's barrier, the impact of this scene was extremely great. Even I couldn't help but change my expression. Some people even subconsciously summoned the Yang God Seal to block it.
In the end, the dragon didn't reach the viewing platform and instead collided with the barrier, turning into a resplendent light before dissipating.
Wang Can stood beside me with the Heavenly Master Seal with the words "Holy Spirit Guard" floating above his head. His expression was frighteningly grave.