The Creation Sky Monolith is about to descend.
It’s inevitable that the prodigies of every race will compete, and with the battle between Bohan Bai of the Heavenly Spirit Race and Gavin Ji, the grand curtain is slowly rising!
On the Imperial Dragon Arena.
Bohan Bai’s attacks were ferocious, every punch seeming powerful enough to shatter a mountain. Gavin Ji, meanwhile, was on the defensive. The wide sword in his hands looked impossibly heavy, yet in his grasp it was lighter than a feather.
He was retreating, but also searching for a chance to strike back.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of exchanges had passed. Bohan Bai’s relentless assault not only failed to slow down, it grew fiercer, almost endless—so much so that many Human spectators began to worry for Gavin Ji, knowing that constant defense would eventually lead to defeat.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the purple spirit-patterns on Bohan Bai’s body lit up, bursting forth with clusters of mysterious purple light. These beams quickly gathered, forming a nine-petaled purple lotus above his head.
With that, Bohan Bai’s attack style changed completely.
He suddenly retreated, forming hand seals with both hands, a sacred smile on his face. In that moment, he looked just like an enlightened old monk.
The next moment—
Bohan Bai formed a fist with his hand seals and struck toward Gavin Ji.
This attack looked like a purple lotus, yet also like a fist imprint—neither quite lotus nor quite fist!
"That’s the Heavenly Spirit Race’s innate divine art!"
Someone who understood shouted in surprise.
On the other side, after Bohan Bai launched this move, Gavin Ji’s expression grew extremely serious. He raised his wide sword with his right hand, while his left hand swiftly formed sword seals. Instantly, a black thunder pool appeared above his head, rumbling with thunder.
"That’s the Ji Clan’s Immortal-grade sword art, Thunder Nine Slashes!"
Another spectator cried out in astonishment.
But in the ninth-level private box, when he saw Gavin Ji summon the thunder pool, his eyes flashed with surprise—because he sensed the aura of the Thunder Hell Astral Canon within it. Although not pure, he was certain that Gavin’s Thunder Nine Slashes was closely connected to the Thunder Hell Astral Canon.
It’s said the Ji Clan were founding contributors to the Central Empire, and while the previous dynasty wasn’t weak overall, it collapsed so quickly that there must have been collaborators on the inside—and those insiders must have held high positions.
Most likely, the Ji Clan was the insider.
The purple lotus fist imprint exploded in midair, turning into dozens of fist-sized purple lotuses. These lotuses then formed a mysterious array, completely enveloping Gavin Ji.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Just then, the thunder pool above Gavin Ji’s head erupted, blasting him with nine bolts of divine lightning in a row. Yet he remained completely unharmed—if anything, his sword was now coated in a layer of thunder light.
"Kill!"
He charged forward with his sword, taking the initiative and rushing into the purple lotus array.
"Boom boom boom!"
A series of energy collisions followed—the purple lotus array was ripped apart, and Gavin Ji burst out, charging at Bohan Bai. At the same time, the thunder pool above his head roared again, sending down lightning with each strike, boosting his aura even further.
"Bang bang bang!"
Bohan Bai wasn’t afraid at all. He formed seals and attacked, meeting Gavin Ji in midair. Their collision sent out earth-shaking booms, and for a moment, even the Imperial Dragon Arena’s grand array struggled to withstand the shockwaves. The arena’s officials had no choice but to send out several ninth-tier War Generals to stabilize the formation.