Chapter 886 - 392: Sword Array Defeats Fake Soul, Strength Shocks Everyone

But Li Chang’an and Cui Ling had already made their moves.

BOOM!

The auras of both men surged to their peaks as they clashed without holding anything back.

To the surprise of Zi Xia and the others, Li Chang’an vaguely held the upper hand in this collision. Furthermore, the aura he displayed at this moment was stronger than Cui Ling’s.

"Daoist Lin’s Fake Soul quality is actually higher than Daoist Cui’s?"

"It seems we have underestimated Daoist Lin."

"His Fake Soul quality is likely close to a True Soul. It’s a pity he had no predecessors to guide him during his Shattered Pill Formation."

Amidst their surprise, they felt a sense of regret, believing that his identity as a Loose Cultivator had limited Li Chang’an. If he had come from a Sect, he would most likely have formed a True Soul!

The Old Turtle remained silent. He simply kept his eyes fixed on Li Chang’an, muttering in his heart, "Did this kid really only form a Fake Soul? Given his personality, that shouldn’t be the case."

While he pondered, Li Chang’an and Cui Ling clashed several more times. Neither used any magic or additional treasures; they were purely competing with the foundation of their Magical Power.

RUMBLE...

Incessant booms echoed between heaven and earth as their Nascent Soul Magical Power surged vastly and violently. Everyone could tell that Li Chang’an held the upper hand with every collision. If this continued, Cui Ling was bound to lose!

"Daoist Cui should be about to use magic."

"The White Tiger Sect has accumulated profound heritage over ten thousand years; they have quite a few Celestial Grade Magics."

"In this regard, Daoist Lin is at a bit of a disadvantage..."

Although Li Chang’an’s Nascent Soul Magical Power was more vigorous, the crowd still felt Cui Ling had a higher chance of winning. After all, their backgrounds were fundamentally different.

At this moment, Cui Ling’s expression had turned exceedingly ugly. He had intended to rely on his deep Nascent Soul foundation to outright crush Li Chang’an, but the reality was the exact opposite.

Left with no other choice, he could only resort to magic.

"White Tiger Immortal-Sealing Seal!"

He formed incantation gestures with both hands, a fierce glint flashing through his eyes. Behind him, a White Tiger phantom let out an earth-shattering roar. It leaped forth, transforming into a massive white-gold Great Seal that blotted out the sky and sun, pressing down heavily upon Li Chang’an.

The power of this magic had surpassed the absolute limit of a Fake Soul and was sufficient to contend with a True Soul.

Li Chang’an’s expression was stern and cold; he neither dodged nor evaded. Sword Qi coiled around his body. He looked like an unsheathed Divine Sword, his Sword Intent piercing straight into the firmament.

"Go!"

The Sword Array took shape in an instant, transforming into a Cyan Gold Sword Light that crashed into the Great Seal.

BOOM!

The furious Nascent Soul Magical Power erupted, forming a terrifying storm that instantly swept across the heavens and the earth. The white-gold Great Seal shattered on the spot, while the sword light only dimmed slightly before shooting straight toward Cui Ling.

"How can this be?"

Cui Ling found this hard to accept. This White Tiger Immortal-Sealing Seal was already one of the strongest magics he had mastered. Even in the White Tiger Sect, with its ten-thousand-year legacy, this magic was formidable enough to be called a Sect’s Foundation Technique.

He had no time to overthink, for the sword light had already arrived right in front of him.

"Suppress!"

A streak of light flew out from Cui Ling’s Storage Pouch. In mid-air, it split into nine, transforming into nine dazzlingly brilliant white-gold shields that danced and spiraled around his body.

With a deafening crash, the nine shields were knocked flying simultaneously. Like nine meteorites falling from outer space, they smashed heavily into the earth below.

The sword light dissipated along with the impact.

However, before Cui Ling could even catch his breath, Li Chang’an had already unleashed several Sword Arrays. Sword Qi crisscrossed between heaven and earth, and the sword light was dazzling. The terrifying Sword Intent seemed capable of tearing apart the very firmament.

"Not good!"

Cui Ling’s face drastically changed, and he was forced to deploy more treasures to defend himself. After this, he could hardly find an opportunity to take the initiative and was almost entirely relegated to taking a passive beating.

If things continued like this, his defeat would only be a matter of time.

The scene unfolding before them truly exceeded the expectations of the Cyan Dragon True Monarch and the others. None of them had anticipated that Li Chang’an would possess such astonishing accomplishments in the Sword Dao.

The reason the sword light’s power was so alarming wasn’t just because the Sword Array was formidable, but even more so because Li Chang’an’s own Sword Intent was tyrannical. If it were a Cultivator who didn’t understand the Sword Dao, even if they cast the same magic, they would never be able to unleash such might.

"Daoist Lin’s Sword Intent is truly pure. He can definitely be called the number one Sword Cultivator of our two nations."

"Could it be that he has an Innate Sword Bone?"

"Even if it isn’t an Innate Sword Bone, it must be some kind of Spirit Body related to the Sword Dao. We truly underestimated him before. Relying on this mastery of the Sword Dao, he is more than qualified to battle a True Soul!"

The expressions of Cyan Dragon True Monarch and the rest grew somewhat solemn. As True Soul Cultivators, although they verbally referred to Fake Soul Cultivators as fellow Daoists, they always harbored a sense of superiority in their hearts. After all, once a battle broke out, they could easily suppress and beat down Fake Soul Cultivators.

But Li Chang’an’s strength was too astounding; it was enough to make them treat him as an equal and earn their genuine respect.

Zi Xia True Monarch sighed softly. "Back when Daoist Lin visited the Purple Mist Sect, I should have recruited him into my sect at all costs."

"I am also feeling somewhat regretful. When Daoist Lin sought the Tier Four Refining Inheritance from me, I shouldn’t have made things so excessively difficult for him," Qi Jiuyang sighed as well.

Back then, Li Chang’an had approached the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty to seek their Tier Four Refining Inheritance. Qi Jiuyang had laid out a three-hundred-year condition for him, demanding that he must protect Great Qi for three hundred years in exchange for the inheritance.

The reason he was so harsh was that Qi Jiuyang felt Great Qi didn’t lack Fake Souls. As long as there was faith, new Fake Souls could be created at any time.

However, the strength Li Chang’an was displaying at this moment meant he could already be treated as a True Soul Cultivator.

"Everyone, prepare to intervene. We cannot allow Daoist Lin to destroy Daoist Cui’s physical body."

"Agreed."

Everyone was clear that there was no point in continuing this battle. Cui Ling was undoubtedly going to lose!

They spoke up one after another, sending Sound Transmissions to the two combatants.

"Daoist Cui, concede. You have no chance of winning this battle."

"Daoist Lin, Daoist Cui is, after all, a Righteous Nascent Soul. If he concedes and offers you an apology, could you end this battle?"

Li Chang’an had no objections to this. There were too many people watching this fight. Even if he destroyed Cui Ling’s physical body, it wouldn’t be convenient for him to use the Three Treasures of Soul Destruction. These three treasures had to be used in secret as much as possible; they couldn’t be exposed to outsiders too prematurely.

But Cui Ling refused to bow his head.

"Why should I concede?" he roared furiously, his bloodshot eyes glaring as if they would spew fire. "If I want to leave, he can’t keep me here. The victor of this battle remains undecided!"