"Zhang Xing's Divine Soul is at least 130,000 feet long, right?"
Many sky-prides flew into the air and looked at the god-like Zhang Xing.
At the same time, Xiu Wujian's expression turned cold. He didn't have time to think and instantly raised his four arms.
Four rays of bloody light shot toward the Super Divine Dragon.
If he didn't change his move and still attacked Zhang Xing on the ground, the Super Divine Dragon would very likely destroy his Dao of Asura. Even if he didn't die, he would become a cripple.
And Zhang Xing might die.
He didn't want to die together.
There was a loud rumble!
The four bloody maces collided with the Super Divine Dragon.
In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky. Five extremely violent auras instantly exploded.
The figures of the Eight kept flickering, on the verge of collapse.
Zhang Xing's mirror clone was also dim, but its aura was majestic. The huge fist shadow was in a stalemate with the four bloody maces.
In front of the fist shadow was the Super Divine Dragon's head.
The dragon head opened its mouth and endless dragon aura kept attacking the four bloody maces.
Xiu Wujian's face was grave and pale, and the veins on his forehead were popping.
His posture was exactly the same as the Eight, as if he was in a stalemate with Zhang Xing.
He was the Eight, and the Eight was him!
That was all of his Divine Soul power. If his soul couldn't move, how could his body move?
However, Zhang Xing was different. His mirror clone had the same combat power as the main body. It was a single entity.
Although it didn't have a true Divine Soul, Zhang Xing still had a 200,000 feet Divine Soul.
That was his advantage.
However, it had to be said that Xiu Wujian's Dao of Asura was several times stronger than Yellow Python's Dao of Sand.
Zhang Xing also saw Xiu Wujian as a rare opponent.
If his current opponent was the Yellow Python, Zhang Xing's 130,000 feet divine soul would be able to instantly kill the Yellow Python with just a single strike of the Dragon Fist Fusion.
However, Zhang Xing's mirror clone couldn't last for too long. He hadn't calculated the specific time.
But for Zhang Xing, as long as he could hold on for a breath of time, it would be enough.
Zhang Xing's line of sight shifted from the air to Xiu Wujian.
He smirked and said, "Xiu Wujian, you've lost!"
"Hmph!
Don't waste your breath … the outcome hasn't been decided yet! "
Zhang Xing was relaxed, but Xiu Wujian gritted his teeth and spoke.
He thought that Zhang Xing was going to use a distraction tactic to affect the situation in the air.
He subconsciously glanced at Zhang Xing.
What he saw stunned him for a moment. At the same time, an intense chill filled his entire body.
This was because not only was Zhang Xing looking at him with a smile, but he was also holding a ball of light that made his scalp go numb.
Inside the transparent ball of light was a small world. Countless Lightning Dao Intents were wreaking havoc inside, and it seemed like it would explode in the next second.
"This … you …"
Xiu Wujian was shocked speechless.
This scene also caused everyone to turn pale with fright.
"How is this possible?"
"Zhang Xing, he …"
Everyone kept looking between Zhang Xing and his mirror clone.
"He cultivated a clone technique that has the same combat power as the main body?"
No one dared to believe their eyes.
"Do you think the outcome has not been decided yet?"
Zhang Xing's palm moved slightly.
The ball of lightning instantly flashed above Xiu Wujian's head.
"Whoosh!"
Feeling the fatal danger, Xiu Wujian's hair stood on end, and his face turned even paler.
He did not doubt that Zhang Xing was lying to him. As long as Zhang Xing moved his Divine Will, he would be blasted into nothingness by the lightning.
Everyone else present also did not doubt Zhang Xing's ability.
Especially the older generation of Shura Sect.
"Stop!"
"Zhang Xing, you win!"
"Let's talk this out!"
A few of Xiu Wujian's direct elders hurriedly shouted.
"Zhang Xing, stop!"
Suddenly, a figure flashed in the sky. A middle-aged man with no facial hair and a strange appearance appeared beside Xiu Wujian.
"Senior Brother Wuxiang!"
Seeing this person, Xiu Wujian's eyes lit up, and he looked a little excited.
"Xiu Wuxiang!"
"Xiu Wuxiang, third on the prodigy roll!"
The mysterious and elusive Xiu Wuxiang had finally appeared in front of everyone.
If not for his Junior Brother, Xiu Wuxiang of the One Demon, Two Demons, and Three Asuras would not have appeared.
The battle between the three of them was not here, nor was it in the Fourth Heaven.
Fighting for first place in the Fourth Heaven was meaningless.
Those who were qualified to watch the battle would be disappointed.
Because the three of them had met once before the battle and only said one sentence, "Let's meet again in the Fifth Heaven!"
They were all people with lofty aspirations and knew that winning or losing a battle did not mean anything.
If the heart had the Dao, the Dao would be everywhere!
The three of them were peerless geniuses in the Fourth Heaven, rarely seen in ten thousand years.
They had a deep understanding of the Dao and were open-minded. Their understanding of the Dao had reached a new height.
Only by seeking the Dao in the Fifth Heaven could they grow.
Only by encountering more powerful opponents could they become stronger.
Xiu Wuxiang's interest in Zhang Xing was piqued.
He had used the Great Light Dao to defeat Xiu Wujian's Sword Dao. Now, he had used this clone technique to defeat the Dao of Asura.
Zhang Xing's trump cards were endless. His spirit seemed to have room for improvement. His fist technique contained Dragon Qi, the Dao of Lightning, the Dao of Wind, and the Heaven Piercing Halberd …
"Junior Brother, admit defeat. There's no need to care about winning or losing. We cultivators go against the heavens. I'm afraid we'll be defeated by the Heavenly Dao for the rest of our lives.
Winning or losing in a martial arts competition is too small and meaningless. "
As soon as Xiu Wuxiang finished speaking, all the prodigies, spectators, elders, and sect masters listened attentively, trying to comprehend the deeper meaning in his words.
"That makes sense. Only a wise person can say something so eye-catching. I'm impressed!
I'm impressed! "
"Senior Brother Xiu Wuxiang knows the Dao well. His view is indeed a thousand times better than ours!"
"Martial Nephew Xiu Wuxiang seems to have comprehended the profound meaning of the Fifth Heaven. He can advance at any time!"
“.....”
"Zhang Xing, I admit defeat!"
Xiu Wujian listened to his Senior Brother's teachings and admitted defeat without hesitation.
If not for his Senior Brother's words, he would have even thought of risking his life.
He had invited Zhang Xing here in a contemptuous manner. No, it was not an invitation. It was more appropriate to call him here.
Everyone understood what he meant. They also wanted to have some fun during the Prodigy Competition and see how the so-called Human King of the Human Race was humiliated.
But now, Xiu Wujian had lifted a rock and smashed it on his own feet. He had raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.
If not for Senior Brother Xiu Wuxiang, he would have wanted to die.
No matter how profound Senior Brother Xiu Wuxiang's words were, and whether he had really seen through it or not, he would step down when there was a way out.
Just as Xiu Wujian finished speaking, his body suddenly became light.
The lightning ball above his head disappeared, and Zhang Xing's clone in the sky also dissipated.
Xiu Wujian glanced at Zhang Xing in confusion. 'Why did he stop so quickly?
He didn't even mock me? '
He was not the only one who found it strange. Xiu Wuxiang also looked at the sky in confusion.
Although he could not see anything, he vaguely felt that Zhang Xing's clone technique seemed to have some flaws!