Chapter 296: Void Realm Methods (1/2)

It was still a dragon made of sword energy, but this time it looked like a real heavenly dragon, claws and all, rather than a manifestation of qi. Dragon roars ripped through the sky, churning the sword ocean into a mad froth.

“Well met!!” Brandishing a giant, black iron staff, Beicang Qiong leaped high into the air and threw himself at the incoming dragon like a cannonball.

Bam!

Clonk!

He hurtled backward through the air, knocking into the light barrier of the sparring area and sliding down like a hunk of battered meat. The battered meat squirmed and regained human shape, returning to an upright position.

“Among the six of us, Beicang Qiong is the strongest physically and possesses the greatest brute strength.” The Deaf Prince smacked his lips. “However, he can’t even take one hit from senior brother Lu. Tsk, the top youth sovereign exceeds his reputation!”

“Freaking hell, he’s strong!” Beicang Qiong breathed out deeply. “Again!”

He rotated the staff into a black vortex and lunged at Lu Yun.

Wham!

The vast sword ocean around Lu Yun reared into another great wave to give way to a giant fish that transformed into a great peng bird after barreling out of the water. It unfurled its wings and took flight.

Peng of Kun! Soaring forty-five thousand kilometers into the sky!

Boom!

Clonk!

Again, Beicang Qiong ended up plastered on the barrier, but this time, Lu Yun didn’t give him time to recover. The sword ocean boiled as countless cerulean dragons rushed out and pounced on him.

“Holy!” Beicang Qiong shrieked. Not yet recovered from his flattened state, he bounced up from the ground and fled on two-dimensional legs. However, Lu Yun’s dragons were much faster. They caught up in an instant and flung his flat body into the air.

Terrified howls and wails rang through the courtyard as Beicang Qiong bounced up and down in torment. All of the spectators and the peerless immortal serving him looked away, wincing too hard to keep watching. However, Lu Yun stayed well within the limits of propriety and bore no trace of killing intent. He only made the scion experience what it was like to toe the fine line between life and death, tempering both his will and body.

Roughly an hour later, Lu Yun sheathed his sword and stood at the heart of the arena, while Beicang Qiong lay panting on the ground, his limbs extended and prone like a starfish.

“Need more convincing?” Lu Yun walked up to him, picking up the staff and sticking it firmly into the ground.