The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1333 585: Struggling Dragon

Because of the emergence of the [Past], people gradually realized that a Sub-Saint was not an ordinary Semi-Saint, but possibly at the level of the [Past], having forged their own path, and only lacking the Tribulation.

Moreover, with only four Saint Positions remaining, the resistance to the Sub-Saint position among the three thousand Semi-Saints had significantly diminished.

After consideration, more than two hundred Semi-Saints were willing to voluntarily enter the Vice Hall.

"The original Oath Agreement only concerned the Saint Positions, as for the Sub-Saint... you may do as you please." The Demon Lord stepped aside, yielding the space.

"Let's discuss it," said one of the Semi-Saints who chose the Sub-Saint position, "Even the Saint Position never let us fall, why should we decide life and death over the Sub-Saint position?"

"How about a single strike?" proposed the Semi-Saint with Yin Yang Qi swirling behind like a millstone.

"Alright!"

Immediately, the Zombie and the Heavenly Marquis stepped forward to clash palms.

In the Void, two kingdoms appeared, warring against each other, engaging in battle for tens of thousands of years in an instant, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, until the kingdom of the Heavenly Marquis was entirely annihilated.

"Impressive!" the Heavenly Marquis conceded, "To think you could transform the dissipated Strength of us both into corpse Qi and utilize it again."

With the naked eye, it was visible that the soldiers within the kingdom of the Heavenly Marquis had all turned into zombies.

"It's only a single strike; in a battle of life and death, I might not be a match for the Marquis." The Zombie was not entirely modest, as the outcome was indeed uncertain.

"Let me try," the Yin Yang Semi-Saint who proposed the single strike stepped forward.

The Zombie showed a solemn expression, for even though as a Semi-Saint close to the peak of cultivation, he was still restrained by the Yin Yang Semi-Saint.

Over two hundred Semi-Saints took turns to compete with each other.

The rest of the Semi-Saints spectated from the sidelines; everyone was a worthy opponent, learning much from each other.

"Heavenly Eye, aren't you going to try?" asked the Heavenly Book.

"To me, witnessing is more important than becoming," replied Heavenly Eye.

"This is a special era; if you can witness the birth of the 'Victor', you might surpass the Saint yourself."

"The power of the 'Victor' is vast, allowing me as the witness to emerge victorious, thereby protecting the world and its beings."

The Heavenly Book was astonished, not expecting Heavenly Eye to aspire to become the 'Victor'.

She deemed it impossible but did not voice it out, changing the topic: "Will the King of Black Fog die?"

"His injuries are severe, but not as severe as you think. The Old Ghost and the True Dragon are bound by the Oath Order, probing each other but unable to kill each other. They should eventually give up and return to continue vying for the Saint Positions."

The Heavenly Book appeared slightly melancholic: "The King of Black Fog has already made three people Saints; could it be that destiny truly controls everything?"

Heavenly Eye also remained silent.

The strong do not believe in fate, but faced with this result, who could help but doubt.

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"Destiny? An excuse for the weak! With my abilities, I can sail smoothly!" True Dragon threw a punch.

Like a human, like a god, like an immortal, like a demon, like a ghost, like a monster!

Resembling a ghost or god! Like a sovereign! A tyrant!

This punch stirred the vaguely visible Chaos Qi, sending Li Changzhou's bronze spear, aimed at the "Destiny Diagram—Those Who Oppose Me Perish," flying.

The battle spear wailed, and a fist seal appeared.

Not only Li Changzhou, but even the twelve Semi-Saints, the Old Ghost, and True Dragon himself were astonished, then followed by wild joy.

"Hahaha! King of Black Fog, I must thank you all for binding me with oaths and confining me with order, allowing me inadvertently to realize the Dragon Cultivation Truth!" True Dragon's aura approached a rampage.

"Holy Dragon Fist, no, my Law, Rising Dragon Fist—Long Jiu trapped in the Abyss, unable to exert, today will make heaven and earth change color, battling the Lord of Destiny in cosmic space!"

"Struggling Dragon, kill!"

True Dragon's Qi-Blood surged to a suffocating level, as if the accumulated Energy from long concealment was exploding at this moment.

The Chaos Qi was no longer vaguely apparent but genuinely appeared in strands, taking the form of azure flames.

"Human Saint is dead, and even if True Dragon is not around, what are you!" The power of Heavenly Punishment penetrated to the marrow, the immense pain rendering Li Changzhou's pale face somewhat frantic.

Twenty-two times [Mountain Flipping].

Li Changzhou ignored the previously deflected bronze spear, forming "Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique" fist seals with both hands.

"Annihilation Divine Light, kill!"

His fists released Infinite Light, like a sun held in the palm.

Boom!!!

One punch represented Heavenly Destiny, descending from the skies to mete out punishment upon the world;

One punch represented the Struggling Dragon, breaking free to slay destiny in the vast sky!

The two punches clashed, two kinds of Heavenly Will collided, two hearts touched, the Grand Dao was in chaos, the universe wailed.

"Kill!" The two went berserk with their punches.

Transformed into two streams of light, like Tai Chi tomes interconnected, neither leaving the other.

"Boom!" Li Changzhou was blasted into the Void.

After all, he was gravely wounded, while True Dragon, though restricted, realized his own Law.

"Puh!" True Dragon also spat blood, his complexion turning extremely grim.

In their exchange, Li Changzhou fused the Heavenly Punishment with Chaos Qi, punching repeatedly, that furious Strength even True Dragon's Physical Body couldn't withstand.

"King of Black Fog, today you will surely die!" True Dragon went berserk, "Oath Order, none of you, nor these injuries, can defeat me!"

"Struggling Dragon, kill again!"

The Heavenly Punishment had been drawn out by the Chaos Qi, Li Changzhou's Divine Sense radiated Divine Light.

"Even a flat road has its falls, what can a struggling dragon do? Your fate lies in my hands!"

He roared: "Resurrection!"

Flesh and blood returned, the Divine Tree struck by the Thunder restored through Healing.

"Kill!" Their auras roared violently, tearing into each other like ravenous tigers.

The Old Ghost drifted like a wisp of mist, but the twelve Semi-Saints blocked his path, both sides engaging in a cautious standoff, not making a move.

True Dragon's path was terrifyingly formidable, the more injured, the stronger he became; the greater the disadvantage, the more explosive his power.

Again and again, Li Changzhou had already [Mountain Flipped] twenty-five times, their Combat Power increased twenty-fivefold, even the Divine Body appeared to crack, yet True Dragon still endured, unleashing even greater Strength.