Star Martial Soaring Cloud

Ling Cheng steadied himself in mid-air, pointed his left sword finger downwards, and a golden light condensed from the void, transforming into a huge golden bell that descended from the sky, steadily enveloping him!

"clang--!"

The two fire dragons crashed violently into the golden bell, producing a deafening roar.

The golden bell trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on its surface, yet it still steadily blocked the fatal blow.

"Metal-type divine power!" Mabekura Gen's pupils shrank sharply, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

Metal-based supernatural powers are traditionally associated with killing and warfare, so why would this kid use them for defense?

"The Three Powers Primordial Body! How is this possible?"

"Could it be the Four Symbols in Harmony?" Ling Cheng stepped out of the golden bell, a smug smile playing on his lips.

He raised his right hand, and a ball of emerald green spiritual light appeared in his palm—that was the aura of wood-type divine power, but this aura of wood element was clearly not very stable.

Mabe Kuramoto's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Metal, wood, water, and fire—all four elements come together!

This is the legendary Four Symbols Primordial Body, a darling of heaven and earth.

"Never mind, I'll perform for you another time." Ling Cheng put away the green light in his palm and sighed with feigned regret, "I'm afraid if you see too much, you won't be able to learn it."

"You—!" Mabekura Genji trembled violently with anger, but deep in his eyes, there was a trace of fear that even he himself was unaware of.

This young man is terrifying, not in terms of strength, but in terms of his terrifying potential.

He had only just entered the Dragon Gate Divine Realm, yet he had already mastered the divine powers of the four elements, and he used each one with consummate skill.

Given time, once he has fully stabilized his realm and mastered more advanced techniques...

Mabe Kuramoto dared not think any further; he had to eliminate this future threat right here.

"Senior brother, beat him up! Beat him hard! Hit his head!" Li Yu shouted hoarsely from below, gesturing wildly, wishing he could rush up and fight alongside him.

"Left, left! Oh dear, you didn't even hit it! Are you even capable?!" Zhang Lian stomped his feet anxiously, even more nervous than Ling Cheng who was fighting on the field.

Ling Cheng was forced to retreat step by step by Mabekura Gen's pillar of fire, falling from mid-air. He barely managed to regain his balance after his toes touched the ground lightly and he slid several feet away.

Li Yu clutched his forehead, looking utterly distraught: "How could you have been knocked down! It's so embarrassing! From now on, you're my junior brother. How can you act like a senior brother like this!"

Zhang Lian chimed in, "That's right! He can't even beat an old man, and he dares to call himself a senior brother? Let me do it!"

"You? You couldn't even catch one of the old man's fingers!" Li Yu rolled her eyes.

"That's still better than you!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing!" Li Yu suddenly changed her demeanor and shouted loudly at Ling Cheng, "Well done, Senior Brother! You truly are my Senior Brother! I thought Lu Yang was the most handsome before, but now you're just as handsome as him, Senior Brother!"

Zhang Lian quickly corrected himself, saying, "If you played any better, you'd be just as handsome as me!"

Li Yu slapped him on the back of the head: "Have you no shame?"

"What's the point of having a face? It can't put food on the table!"

Some people, just by being there, make you feel at ease.

In Zhang Lian and Li Yu's minds, their senior brother was undoubtedly this kind of person.

So the two of them were completely uninhibited, and their bickering went on and on, making Lin Yueyao, who was standing to the side, unable to help but laugh. Even Su Qinhe, who was usually aloof, had a slight smile on her lips.

The tense atmosphere that was originally on the verge of conflict was actually eased quite a bit by these two clowns.

Zhao Shuheng remained standing at the edge of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Xiao He's stone chamber.

The stone door remained tightly shut, and not a breath could be heard. He gripped the hem of his clothes even tighter.

In the arena, Ling Cheng and Mabe Kuramoto's entanglement continued.

Ling Cheng's swordsmanship is completely different from that of ordinary cultivators.

Legend has it that the sword techniques of Qingcheng Mountain were left behind by a sword immortal. Every sword move of this immortal contains a vibrant poetic meaning—not because of deliberate crafting, but because of his Dao: his sword is his poem; his poem is his sword.

Ling Cheng swung his sword, and the blade instantly burst into crimson-gold flames. He left a dazzling arc in mid-air and shouted, "Sunlight shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke!" — Fire-type divine power: Purple Smoke Burns the Heavens!

The sword light poured down like a waterfall of fire, igniting the space around Mabe Kuramoto. The scorching airwaves spread out like purple smoke, obscuring his vision and blocking all his escape routes.

Mabe Kuramoto snorted coldly and quickly waved his hands, forming a crimson barrier in front of him that steadily blocked the flames.

Ling Cheng's second sword followed immediately, its blade instantly shimmering with water, its momentum like a surging river, wave after wave. "A waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven!"—Water-based divine power: Milky Way Fall!

The sword light transformed into a massive curtain of water, descending from the sky with immense force, crushing towards Asabe Kuramoto.

This water curtain is no ordinary water; it is heavy water that has condensed the water essence of heaven and earth. A single drop weighs ten pounds, and the entire water curtain is comparable to a moving mountain.

Mabekura Gen formed hand seals, and his body surged with crimson spiritual light, condensing into a huge fire shield above his head.

"boom--!"

The water curtain slammed into the fire shield, causing it to tremble violently and crack with fine fissures. Mabekura was forced back by the immense impact, and even the void beneath his feet trembled slightly.

Ling Cheng's third sword strike followed immediately, its blade gleaming with golden light, like the blazing sun in the sky. "A golden goblet of fine wine costs ten thousand coins!"—Golden Goblet Slash, a metal-type divine power!

The sword light transformed into a golden arc, slicing through the sky like a crescent moon, carrying a sharpness capable of cutting through everything, aiming straight for Mabe Kuramoto's neck.

Mabe Kuramoto's expression changed drastically. He dodged to the side with all his might. The sword light grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow wound on his left arm. Blood instantly stained his dark red robe.

"Good! Good! Good!" He gritted his teeth and said "good" three times in a row, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

He couldn't remember when he was last injured; for decades, no one had ever been able to hurt him in the slightest.

But today, a novice not only hurt him, but also made him lose face!

Mabekura Gen held nothing back, his energy surging as he charged straight at Ling Cheng.

He had been immersed in the Dragon Gate Divine Realm for many years and possessed profound knowledge; Ling Cheng, on the other hand, had a variety of tricks up his sleeve and was agile and unpredictable. For a time, the two fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

"Senior brother is awesome!" Li Yu jumped high below, and the cheers were deafening.

"Well done! Well done! One more!" Zhang Lian cheered excitedly.

On another battlefield, Wang Xiao's battle with Fuquan Ying was far more difficult than he had imagined.

It wasn't because he was exhausted, nor because he was injured—his physical body was strong, and he had only suffered minor injuries when attacked by the two of them.

What truly troubled him was the elemental advantage.

All things in the universe are interconnected and mutually restraining; a mouse will flee at the sight of a cat—this is an immutable law of nature.

Wang Xiao did not condense supernatural powers, but instead integrated the eight elements of heaven and earth into his own body, using the power of the eight elements to continuously temper his physical body.

As his cultivation deepens and time passes, his physical body will only become stronger.

The eight elements of heaven and earth are omnipresent and ever-present. He cultivates while eating, while walking, and even while sleeping, his breathing subtly enhances his abilities.

He crushes everything with the strength of his physical body, emphasizing that great strength can subdue all techniques.

Unfortunately, Fuquan Ying specializes in water-based supernatural powers.

Water is all-encompassing and extremely gentle; this gentleness perfectly restrains Wang Xiao's fierceness.

Like a boulder crashing into the water, after the ripples subside, the water returns to its original state.

Every punch Wang Xiao threw felt like hitting cotton; the force was dissipated layer by layer, making it impossible for the punch to land.

This feeling of being unable to use his strength made him extremely frustrated.

If you are impatient and throw punches haphazardly, you will only exhaust yourself first and eventually lose.

To make matters worse, Fukusen Sakura clearly realized this from the very beginning.

As soon as she engaged Wang Xiao in combat, she unleashed a water-based divine power around them: "Water Release: Water Mist Mountain Smoke".

As soon as he finished speaking, smoke and clouds suddenly rose, and a thick white fog surged out from the void, completely enveloping Wang Xiao.

Fukusen Sakura's figure appeared and disappeared in the thick fog, as if she had merged into this white world, making it impossible to discern her location.

Wang Xiao's senses remained sharp. The dense fog had little obstruction to his vision. He could still "see" Fu Quanying's location, "hear" her breathing, and "sense" her energy fluctuations.

However, the thick fog completely negated his speed advantage.

His physical body was incredibly strong, and with the Seven Star Rain Steps added to his power, he was extremely fast.

Given the opportunity to get close, he has the ability to fight any cultivator at the Dragon Gate Consciousness Sea Realm.

Which cultivator who has stepped into the Dragon Gate Divine Realm is not a seasoned veteran? How could they easily grant your wish?

In the thick fog, Fukusen Sakura's movements became several degrees faster.

Every time she appears, she unleashes a water-based magical attack, then immediately disappears into the mist, never lingering in battle.

When Wang Xiao pursues, she retreats; when Wang Xiao stops, she harasses him.

She was like a cunning water snake, swimming in the mud, never giving Wang Xiao any chance to bite her.

The two were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand for the time being.

This stalemate tests the choices of both sides – one wrong step leads to another.

Fukusen Sakura was not in a hurry. She only needed to stall for time, wait for Wang Xiao to show a weakness, or wait for Mabe Kuramoto to deal with that little Taoist priest. Once the two of them joined forces, Wang Xiao would surely die.

If it were just a simple two-on-one battle, Wang Xiao wouldn't be in a hurry.

Because the dense fog did not block the flow of energy between heaven and earth—or rather, with Fukusen Sakura's current strength, she couldn't do that.

Her misty mountain scenery was ultimately just an illusion and a result of her movement techniques; it wasn't her true domain.

As long as the primordial energy of heaven and earth remains, Wang Xiao's primordial energy will not be depleted, and his combat power will always remain online.

Such a prolonged struggle posed no threat to him; Fukusen Sakura's idea of ​​wearing him down was pure fantasy.

However, the overall situation on Demon Island left Wang Xiao with no room for further delay.

He must break the deadlock as soon as possible, and this kind of combat talent that can break through in desperate situations is the most precious asset for cultivators.

Wang Xiao slowly closed his eyes—not to give up, but to focus on sensing: sensing the trajectory of Fuquan Ying's every attack, sensing the direction of her energy flow, sensing the hidden patterns in her supernatural powers.

Water can contain all things, indeed.

Conversely, water can also be contained by all things.

With a container, the shape of water is no longer determined by the water itself, but rather by the shape of the container.

Although Fuquan Ying is a cultivator of the Dragon Gate Divine Realm, there will eventually be a limit to her "water".

Therefore, as long as his "container" is large enough, it can completely contain this pool of "water".

At that time, it will be Fukusen Sakura herself who will be worried.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a calm and resolute determination.

Fuquan Ying suddenly appeared from the thick fog, and with a wave of her hands, a light blue aura transformed into several ice spikes, aiming straight for Wang Xiao's chest.

Wang Xiao did not dodge. He slowly stretched out his hands, a faint layer of divine power gathering in his palms, and reached out to meet the ice spikes—not by taking them head-on, but by covering them.

His divine power flowed like mercury, rapidly spreading along the surface of the ice spikes and enveloping them layer by layer.

Then, with a gentle flick, a guide, and a pull of his hands, the direction of those ice spikes suddenly reversed, turning their spearheads towards Fukusen Sakura herself!

"What's going on?" Fukusen Sakura exclaimed in surprise, quickly dodging to the side. The ice spikes grazed her cheek, leaving a shallow scratch on her human skin mask.

She stared at Wang Xiao, her eyes filled with disbelief.

This is the "container" method that Wang Xiao came up with—using someone else's strength against them, instead of using his own strength to fight against hers, he used her own strength to attack her.

In her desperation, Fukusen Sakura instinctively unleashed several more ice spikes.

Wang Xiao followed suit, using his divine power to cover, guide, and redirect the ice spikes, causing them to whistle towards Fuquan Ying.