"Roooaaar—!"
The golden dragon raised its head and roared, its dragon cry shaking the heavens and earth. Even the surrounding air currents shuddered violently from the force.
Spirit Master disciples too close clasped their ears in pain; those of weaker cultivation turned pale, staggering back several steps, barely able to remain standing.
"T-this… it actually summoned a dragon!"
"The Golden Iron Triangle is quite renowned in the Spirit Master world. This fusion ability of theirs—the golden dragon they summon is top-tier even among Spirit Douluo!"
"Then that Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao actually has this much potential? Hah—he couldn't even raise his own Martial Soul properly, yet dares call himself a 'Grandmaster'?"
"Lord Sword Wine is at Title-level strength. What is a golden dragon compared to that!"
"Lord Sword Wine will surely win—he'll cut down that golden dragon with a single sword strike!"
Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang, and the others were relaxed, even drinking as they watched.
They knew Li Zhexian.
If he didn't have absolute confidence, he would never speak so casually.
"We'll see how many sword strikes Brother Zhexian even needs!"
"He said he would heal Zhao Wuji? Debts should be settled, but honestly… Zhao Wuji looks beyond saving!"
"And then one punch to end Zhao Wuji? Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul is famous for its physical strength—Brother Zhexian is truly domineering!"
"This unfilial brat!" Yu Yuanzhen's anger surged until lightning sparked between his white beard and hair. Thunder gathered in his palm—he was about to smash the golden dragon apart in one blow.
"Brother Thunder, please don't be impulsive." Feng Bailong and Dugu Bo quickly stepped in to stop him.
Chen Xin also spoke calmly:
"Since Zhexian promised he wouldn't harm your son, he will not break his word. Just watch."
"Sigh…" Yu Yuanzhen let out a long sigh, the lightning fading from his hand.
"To think I raised such a disgrace… a stain on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
...
"Li Zhexian…"Yu Xiaogang struggled to control the golden dragon, speaking with difficulty:
"I hope… you will keep your word… and heal Zhao Wuji."
A faint light flickered from the treasure pouch at Li Zhexian's waist.
A jade bottle appeared in his hand.
It was the antidote Qian Renxue had given him back in the Slaughter City.
The jade bottle shattered silently.
Li Zhexian flicked his finger.
A jade-green pill shot out like a streak of light, piercing toward Zhao Wuji in the wheelchair.
Bang—!
BANG——!
The pill shattered Zhao Wuji's lips and teeth, but just before it could penetrate his skull, it abruptly halted.
It melted into medicinal liquid and flowed into his body.
"Hhh… hhrrgh…"
Zhao Wuji's eyes bulged, veins pulsing violently on his forehead.
Crisp popping sounds burst inside his body—fractured meridians rejoining.
Foul, toxic sludge seeped from his pores.
The poison's corrosive nature left his skin riddled with holes.
This, too, was intentional—Qian Renxue had designed it so.
She knew Li Zhexian would one day settle this karmic debt.
And healing Zhao Wuji…
Was not meant to be painless.
Crack… crack…
Zhao Wuji's teeth ground hard enough to almost shatter. The sound was sharp and chilling.
Slowly, he raised his head. One word at a time, dripping with hatred:
"Li… Zhe… XIAN!"
BOOM—BOOM——!
Terrifying Spirit Power erupted from his body.
After years paralyzed, tormented by poison, even a Spirit Sage body could barely withstand the sudden flood of restored Spirit Power.
But Zhao Wuji no longer cared.
He let the rampaging Spirit Power tear open his skin, spraying blood everywhere.
He heard the words Li Zhexian had spoken.
One punch.
Just one punch!
Years ago, he had nearly killed Li Zhexian!
Today—he could definitely endure one punch!
Seven Spirit Rings rose beneath him—the seventh black ring bursting with light.
Blood-stained golden fur burst from his skin.
Zhao Wuji's body expanded, transforming instantly into a five-meter giant bear.
Its beast eyes churned with bottomless hatred as it charged at Li Zhexian in the sky.
At the same time—
Yu Xiaogang and the others formed new hand seals.
The golden dragon roared and spread its wings—lunging in unison toward Li Zhexian.
Under countless tense gazes—
Li Zhexian raised the Qinglian Sword, casually pointing it toward the golden dragon—
and swept it down in a single, effortless stroke.
In that instant—
A beam of glazed sword light erupted, expanding in the wind, stretching past a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
The extreme sharpness swept across the battlefield.
Spectators were forced to shut their eyes, unable to look directly at it.
The sword light reached the dragon's head—
and met no resistance at all, slicing through its body like thin paper.
The golden dragon froze less than a meter before Li Zhexian.
It hung motionless in midair.
Its golden dragon pupils reflected the cold, handsome face of the young man.
The next moment—
Under the horrified gazes of everyone in the city—
The golden dragon split cleanly in two from skull to tail, its cut surface smooth as a mirror.
Its two halves slid apart at an angle and fell away.
Spirit Power gushed wildly from the severed sections.
"Pff—!"
On the ground—
Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Flender all vomited blood violently, blasted hundreds of meters backward, crashing through over a dozen banquet tables.
Meanwhile—
Zhao Wuji, in his Martial Soul True Body, had already charged in.
A violent, bloody gale roared around him, filled with bottomless hatred, whipping Li Zhexian's clothes like storm winds.
"DIE FOR ME!" Zhao Wuji screamed hysterically.
His bear paw—wide like a millstone—crushed the air into thunder as it slammed toward Li Zhexian.
Li Zhexian did not dodge.
He met it head-on and threw a punch.
Within his meridians, four-colored spiritual light surged.
His flesh became pure, flawless—shining like glazed glass.
The Quadform Spirit Meridian Body—
Was now more like a Quadform Glazed Body.
Fist met paw.
SHRRK—!
The sound of flesh bursting exploded outward.
From the point of impact, a transparent shockwave erupted, blasting in all directions.
The giant bear's paw shattered from the fingertips upward.
Cracks raced across the arm, ripped through the shoulder and spine, then spread across the entire body—
The next moment—
His entire bear form exploded, flesh and blood spraying, bones crushed to dust—
Dissolving into drifting blood mist that scattered across the sky.
Li Zhexian stood silently in midair, white robes pristine.
The purifying aura of the Glazed Body instantly dissolved the blood mist into nothingness.
The entire city fell silent.
Everyone was struck dumb.
Countless eyes stared blankly at that white-robed figure in the sky.
Heaven Dou's citizens raised their heads, breath held, as if still trapped in a dream.
For years—
They had only heard the storytellers speak of "Lord Sword Wine's" legendary tales.
Vivid as they were—those tales still felt distant.
Until today—
When they finally witnessed Li Zhexian strike.
One sword—
to cleave the golden dragon.
One punch—
to annihilate Spirit Sage Zhao Wuji.
This was the young generation's unrivaled number one—
Lord Sword Wine, who ascended to Title at barely twenty?!
Feng Buyu and Huo Wushuang let out long breaths, still shaken. "With strength like Brother Zhexian's…"
"I don't think we'll ever dare fight him again."
At that moment—
Feng Buyu suddenly turned to Feng Xiaotian, who carried a long blade on his back.
"Brother Xiaotian, among all of us, only you have the guts to challenge Brother Zhexian!"
"Well? How about asking him for a spar later?"
Several teasing looks turned toward him.
Feng Xiaotian's face darkened instantly—like he'd smeared soot on himself.
He waved frantically:
"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"
Last time, these guys egged him on, and he'd actually drawn his blade at Li Zhexian on impulse.
He was absolutely not making that mistake a second time.
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