Sword Aura to the Heavens-Chapter 413 - 408: That’s Your Limit, Not Mine

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Around the steps, countless gazes were fixed on the battlefield.

"Junior Brother's Purple Extreme Heaven-shaking Technique has reached such a level already." Someone in the air on both sides talked and laughed.

The Purple Extreme Heaven-shaking Technique, even at the White Jade Academy, remains one of the highest-level Martial Arts Techniques and is extremely difficult to master. At this moment, it erupted with astounding power in Qin Baiyu's hands.

Li Fan was surrounded by the golden Demon Dragon's body, but under that enormous Hand Seal, it seemed as if he were buried. The giant seal was like a star, and under the True Martial Dao, it felt as if a starry sky was pressing down, even a True Dragon would have to bow down.

Yet, even under such terrifying attack techniques, Li Fan still held his head high, the golden Demon Dragon's body radiating bright golden light, as if burning with divine golden fire.

That strand of golden divine light emanated from his body, releasing outward. The sky filled with golden divine light transformed into Dragon Shadows, and a resonant dragon roar erupted from his body, echoing between heaven and earth, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The splendid scene before them shook the hearts of the cultivators watching the battle. The countless Dragon Shadows overlapped, merging into the body of the golden giant dragon, transforming into an indomitable Demon God.

The golden Demon Dragon's body also burst out with golden flame light, the whole body seemingly burning. The giant claws clawed downward from above, striking the great starry Hand Seal that was suppressing it. A violent wave of energy swept out, causing countless cracks to appear in the descending Hand Seal, which subsequently exploded with a bang.

"What a domineering attack." The hearts of the onlookers pounded; Qin Baiyu's overbearing attack was actually forcibly shattered by Li Fan. Both of their martial arts accomplishments could be described as terrifying.

"Could he truly be a Demon Dragon?" Someone even had an odd thought; the Great Li World remembered no forces with such Martial Arts attack techniques.

"Dong."

A loud, ground-shaking sound rang out, as if it landed on everyone's heart. Li Fan continued to move upwards, shrouded in the golden Demon Dragon, resembling Fatian Xiangdi, capable of shaking gods and immortals.

The earth thundered, like a giant thunderclap, as the sky above the steps changed, a heavy sound oppressive to the extreme. Even the surrounding heaven and earth and the colossal plaza behind Li Fan were all shrouded in terrifying oppressiveness.

But it seemed as though no one present felt anything. Their gazes were all fixed unwaveringly ahead at the battlefield, watching the emergence of the enormous purple War God dharma form.

Qin Baiyu's body floated within the dharma form, his eyes gleaming with strands of purple lightning, extraordinarily strange, but giving an incredibly strong sense of impact. Qin Baiyu originally was a refined gentleman, unimaginable that he had achieved such terrifying accomplishments in martial arts.

"Is this truly a battle of the True Intent Initial Realm?" A cultivator sighed; the scene before them resembled a battle of Seventh Realm Martial Arts Great Practitioners.

The sky was filled with purple divine thunder like swords, thundering down and constantly bombarding the golden giant dragon's body. The towering purple Divine General dharma form stretched out its massive hand, purple divine thunder brewing between its hands, incubating incredibly terrifying destructive power.

The giant hand suddenly clenched, and all-consuming destructive Thunder Light rampaged. The fist contained extreme destructive power, and Qin Baiyu's purple pupils glanced downward, the purple dharma's double fists simultaneously launched downwards, those two fists seemingly transformed into two stars at this moment, surrounded by endless destructive Thunder Light, tearing through everything.

Rays of purple destructive brilliance pierced through the space, as if the sky was about to shatter.

Li Fan, shrouded by the Demon Dragon, shot golden divine light from his eyes. It seemed a True Dragon's phantom appeared in his pupils. His body charged upwards, and the golden giant dragon rushed forward as well. In an instant, countless golden claws appeared, the gigantic golden claws intending to tear this part of the sky, colliding with the descending double fists.

Countless golden claws tore towards the sky above, while Li Fan's body stepped out of the Demon Dragon, bathing in golden divine fire, like a stream of light shooting towards Qin Baiyu.

Li Fan believed that perhaps on the path of martial arts cultivation, he wasn't as perfect as Qin Baiyu, after all, martial arts were not his main discipline, but his physical body and strength were no less than any Martial Arts practitioner.

A dull sound rang out as that golden stream of light appeared before the dharma form. Li Fan struck with his physical body, the Sky Splitting Claw landing on the dharma form, instantly creating golden cracks, tearing it apart. His attack continued forward, aiming at Qin Baiyu's true form.

Naturally, Qin Baiyu did not retreat. He raised his hand forward, running the Purple Extreme Heaven-shaking Technique, infusing power into his arm, colliding with Li Fan's Sky Splitting Claw.

Golden and purple light raged, transforming into strands of flowing light rushing outward, explosive sounds rang out, and everyone saw a figure being blasted away.

"Boom..."

After Qin Baiyu was blasted away, the wave of energy swept towards the surrounding heaven and earth, impacting the crowd watching.

When everything dissipated, they found Li Fan's figure still standing there, not taking a single step back.

Qin Baiyu coughed lightly, straightened his bent body, and looked down at Li Fan.

He was defeated.

The violent air currents between heaven and earth dispersed, but the people didn't seem to care, their gazes still fixed on Li Fan.

No wonder he dared to question the White Jade Dao. In the martial battle, he defeated Qin Baiyu, and this one battle was enough to gain him worldwide fame.

Earlier, all the prodigies who came to seek the Dao hadn't won a single victory. Qi Zhanyun from Qi Tian Pavilion was crushed by Qin Baiyu in martial competition.

Shen Jing stared at Li Fan, his eyes troubled. Li Fan's strength to him was also an unspoken insult.

Previously, he was extremely arrogant in front of Li Fan.

However, the other party did not even put him in their eyes.

"In this Great Li World, there are still many top-tier cultivators unknown to others. With such martial arts talent, he will certainly have a place in the entire Great Li," Ye Yunke chuckled lightly.

"But, to reach the pinnacle of White Jade..."

It seems, it's still somewhat insufficient.

"Junior Brother Qin actually lost." A hint of surprise appeared on An Zhiyao's extraordinarily beautiful face, while Xiao Lv stood beside her in thought. Was Li Fan's visit to White Jade Academy to inquire Dao? Or to make his name known?

"Your martial arts foundation surpasses mine, losing to you is not unjust." Qin Baiyu looked down at Li Fan, remarking, during the confrontation, he naturally felt it.

"Thank you for letting me win." Li Fan responded.

"However, this is ultimately the White Jade Academy, even if you can defeat me, you still won't be able to ascend. This battle alone is enough to make your name famous throughout Great Li, there's no need to continue upwards." Qin Baiyu advised, not out of arrogance, but in clear knowledge that he was merely the first among many.

Although Li Fan defeated him, he didn't win by much.

The crowd agreed upon hearing this, even as Li Fan had exhibited considerable strength in this battle, Qin Baiyu was just the first of many. How might he ascend the pinnacle of White Jade?

Li Fan simply smiled effortlessly and continued to step upwards, the breeze stirring his ornate garment, his sharply defined features exuding pride and confidence.

"The earlier battle was merely your limit, but not mine."

"Martial arts cultivation is my weaker aspect."

Li Fan spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the ears of the crowd, eliciting astonished expressions from many.

Martial arts, is his weaker aspect?

Qi Zhanyun: "?"

Shen Jing was similarly astonished, his pupils dilated as he looked up at the silhouette on the stairs, his expression growing increasingly dark and unsightly.

If martial arts cultivation is Li Fan's weaker aspect, then what is Shen Jing? Defeated by a single strike, utterly disgraced.

He refused to believe it!

It must be Li Fan's boast.

"Nonsense." Liu Qingwu also didn't believe it; Li Fan already left them with an impression of arrogance, speaking boastful words seemed natural.

If martial arts is his weaker aspect, then he must be stronger in Daoist skills and Qi refinement?

His martial arts reached this level, how could he possibly be stronger?

Just earlier, it was said that if only this, Li Fan couldn't ascend the pinnacle of White Jade, yet now he claims this is not his limit.

So, how strong is his limit?

Ye Yunke's interest grew higher, he's very much looking forward to it.

Around them, the cultivators of White Jade Academy gazed in astonishment at Li Fan, watching him continue his steps upwards, Qin Baiyu at the top of the stairs fell silent for a moment, then bowed towards the direction where Li Fan stood, saying: "In that case, I shall step back."

Having said that, his figure flickered, departing from the stairs, he had been defeated, this was no longer his battlefield.

Li Fan continued step by step upwards, his gaze fixed on the towering Divine Hall.

After witnessing Qin Baiyu's combat power, Li Fan understood that only by martial arts could he not go up, after all, this is White Jade Academy.

A figure appeared on the upper stairs, quietly standing there, taking Qin Baiyu's place.

Sword Saint List's sixth, Taibai Sword's closed-door disciple, White Jade Academy's Sword Dao prodigy, defeated Shen Jing with one sword.

Guan Shanyue, now stood quietly, like a sword planted there.