Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 392 The Courageous Marquis Dies!

The wild joy and ferocity on the face of the Crimson-Blooded Marquis melted away like ice and snow, instantly replaced by boundless horror and bone-chilling cold.

He stared intently at Li Xijun's unharmed body, which shimmered with a dark golden luster, as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind!

He withstood my full-force attack unscathed? This—this is definitely not an ordinary body-refining technique! His physical body—his physical strength—

An uncontrollable thought surfaced in his mind that made his soul tremble: the other party's physical body had probably reached a terrifying level that he could not comprehend!

"Oh no!" The Crimson-Blooded Marquis instantly realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

He underestimated his opponent and put himself in an extremely dangerous situation.

Upon realizing this, he didn't hesitate. His spiritual power burned wildly as he prepared to use a secret technique to escape at any cost.

However, would Li Xijun give him that opportunity?

"Want to leave now? Too late!"

Li Xijun's icy voice, like the pronouncement of death, resounded in the ears of the valiant Marquis.

He deliberately ignored the opponent's attack, allowing the opponent to succeed, and then took the blow head-on. This was not only to test the strength of his Vajra Body, but also to lure the snake out of its hole and finish the job in one fell swoop!

"Clang!"

"Buzz!"

He deliberately released the Nine Heavens Punishment Blade, which was wrapped in destructive lightning, and the Night Emperor Sword Embryo, which devoured light. The blade and sword suddenly transformed into two astonishing rainbows, one purple and one black, which flew out of his hand and hovered above Thousand Island Lake as if they had a life of their own.

The sounds of swords clashing and whistling echoed through the sky, purple lightning intertwined with the aura of death, as if at that moment, a second and third sun rose simultaneously in the heavens, vying with the real sun for brilliance and oppressing all living beings!

"No!" The Crimson-Blooded Marquis was terrified and desperately activated his escape technique, transforming his body into a crimson dragon shadow, about to tear through space and flee.

But Li Xijun was faster.

Without giving the Crimson Marquis a chance to escape, his palm, which contained the indestructible power of Vajra, seemed to have broken through the shackles of space, and arrived first after being delayed, firmly grasping the arm of the Crimson Marquis who was trying to retreat!

"Snap!"

The sickening cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The arm of the Crimson-Blooded Marquis was as fragile as a withered branch under Li Xijun's five fingers.

"Lord of the Crimson Heart!" Li Xijun's gaze was like lightning, locked onto the other's face twisted with pain and fear, his voice carrying a chilling killing intent, "Did you enjoy that attack just now?"

"Now—it's my turn!"

He grabbed the Red-Blooded Marquis's arm and pulled hard, forcefully pulling him back from his escape.

At the same time, he slowly raised his empty right fist.

A completely different, yet equally chilling, terrifying aura began to awaken within Li Xijun's body.

It was no longer the vastness of the stars, the destruction of thunder, or the cycle of life and death, but an unparalleled imperial will that ruled over the eight wastelands and reigned supreme over the world!

"You've coveted the throne of Great Xia for many years, and you must have long dreamed of obtaining the imperial family's 'Emperor's Dragon Fist,' right?"

Li Xijun's voice, like a celestial decree, echoed between heaven and earth: "Today, I will let you witness with your own eyes the martial art that you have been longing for but could not obtain—the martial art transformed from one of the five great divine skills, the 'Eight Desolate Dragon Control True Chapter'."

"Emperor's Dragon Fist!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a roar erupted—!!!

A dragon's roar, seemingly from the primordial chaos and imbued with supreme authority, resounded from within Li Xijun's body.

The magnificent imperial dragon aura erupted like a golden volcano, soaring into the sky and transforming into a golden sea of ​​light that swept across the entire world and spread in all directions!

Within the sea of ​​light, one could vaguely see the magnificent spectacle of a prosperous age, with all people paying homage, officials bowing their heads, the country at peace, and the mountains and rivers forever secure. An absolute authority and domineering will that made all things bow down, all living beings submit, and even the laws of heaven and earth retreat, enveloped the entire world!

"Heavens—the Emperor's Dragon Fist? When did he successfully master it?"

In the distance, a well-known and experienced master of Dharma images screamed in disbelief and horror.

"And this aura—it's the perfect embodiment of true meaning!"

"How is this possible? He only acquired this unique skill a short time ago, yet he's already cultivated it to the point of perfect understanding!"

Another expert from a prestigious family turned pale, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"This—this is simply a monster born to be an emperor, born for this martial art!"

Everyone was stunned by the sudden, perfect-level true meaning of the Emperor Dragon Fist.

This ultimate technique, representing the highest lineage of the Great Xia royal family, displayed an even purer and more domineering power in Li Xijun's hands than it had in the hands of previous Xia emperors!

Crimson-Blooded Marquis was held tightly by Li Xijun, feeling up close the vast, majestic, and soul-shaking imperial dragon aura. His eyes were filled with extreme fear and resentment.

He struggled frantically, his spiritual power erupting uncontrollably as he tried to break free from the hand that seemed to be forged from divine metal.

"Get out of my way!" he roared, gathering all his remaining strength and throwing out his left fist. A shrunken but more solid crimson dragon lunged at Li Xijun, baring its fangs and claws in a final, desperate struggle. However, in the face of the perfected "Emperor Dragon Fist," all resistance seemed so pale and powerless!

Li Xijun's gaze was calm, carrying a hint of imperial indifference and judgment. His right fist, which was imbued with boundless imperial dragon energy and the will to rule the world, finally unleashed the "Second Form: Reigning Supreme!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a suppressive force that seemed to originate from humanity and the very source of order!

The crimson dragon that the Crimson Marquis had desperately unleashed with his fist was instantly melted and dissolved into nothingness, just like ice and snow under the sun, before it could even utter a mournful cry.

The Crimson-Blooded Marquis watched helplessly as the golden fist energy, imbued with supreme authority, seemed to carry the entire land and the will of the people of the Great Xia Dynasty, ignoring all his defenses and the barriers of space, and solidly imprinted itself on his chest.

"No—!!!" He let out a final, desperate, and unwilling roar.

The next moment—

"boom!!!"

The dazzling imperial dragon energy, like billions of golden rays, erupted from the body of the Crimson Gallant Marquis.

His physical body shattered like broken porcelain under the supreme fist intent.

His Dharma image, the Crimson Dragon Emperor symbolizing power and ambition, let out a mournful cry before collapsing.

His primordial spirit didn't even have a chance to escape before it was completely crushed by the overwhelming imperial dragon aura and the will to rule the world, turning into the most primordial spiritual light and dissipating into the world!

A top-ranking figure on the Earthly Ranking, a Grandmaster of the Eighth Heaven, the once powerful and ambitious Marquis of Chidan, who coveted the throne, has died!

Li Xijun, with absolute power and the "Emperor Dragon Fist" he had always dreamed of, killed him with a single punch, annihilating both his body and soul!

The area around Qiandao Lake was deathly silent.

Only the swords and blades that floated high in the sky like a second or third sun, and the black-clad figure who slowly withdrew his fist, his imperial dragon aura not yet completely dissipated, were deeply imprinted in the souls of every bystander, unforgettable for eternity!