Chapter 316

The wound, scorched by raging flames, throbbed in pain as a trickle of blood slowly slid down his arm, leaving behind a long, winding red trail.

Blood gathered at his fingertips, congealing, when suddenly a gust of cold wind swept in, and the suspended crimson droplet slipped off, falling onto the gleaming blade below.

At the horizon, sword energy condensed, the ethereal sword glow scattering in the wind, resembling bolts of lightning crashing down.

The white light continuously coalesced, forming in the darkness a towering figure that, upon closer inspection, revealed itself to be a roaring dragon soaring through the sky.

That was the power of the Dragon Palace.

Compared to human cultivators, spirits possess unique talents in cultivation, born with spirit energy and spiritual energy that they can harness.

Each spirit clan’s bloodline differs, resulting in distinct powers.

At this moment, Lin Xun’s spiritual consciousness surged, and the dragon clan’s spirit energy fully unleashed.

With dragon blood infused into his sword, his battle intent reached its peak.

Liu Xiuyuan hadn’t given much thought to the lowly Golden Core disciple, casually casting the Thunderfire Spell.

Yet to his surprise, the sword light came crashing down, cutting through the spell entirely and quickly rebounding towards him.

“Tsk, troublesome.”

Cursing inwardly, the young man hastily withdrew his strength and leapt backward into the air.

The vexing sword energy danced like a thousand silver serpents.

Blinded by the dazzling white light, he had no time to counterattack and could only evade nimbly.

In mere moments, a sudden gust of wind swept by, and his cheek and arm felt as if they had been bitten by sharp fangs, burning with pain.

He raised his hand to brush the wounds, realizing the sword energy had cut his skin, drawing streams of blood.

“Damn it, how could this kid’s spirit energy be so strong?”

Frustration flared within Liu Xiuyuan.

When he looked at Lin Xun again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

“Do you think… this will be enough to defeat me?”

As his words fell, the surrounding lightning intensified, gathering into a vast current that stretched like flowing ribbons.

He laughed loudly, the poison-ravaged side of his face twisting grotesquely.

With a wave of his right hand, the lightning surged toward Lin Xun.

“Just a lowly spirit cultivator, and you think you have any real power? If you want to beat me, go bring the royal family of the Dragon Palace here!”

His tone was mocking, but his intent to kill was undeniable.

To his astonishment, the young sword cultivator standing in the yellow sands raised his sword once more.

The unstoppable collision of lightning and sword energy erupted with a deafening blast—

His entire attack was dissipated, layer upon layer neutralized by the sword energy.

What was happening?

Shouldn’t that brat have been blasted to pieces?

“Sorry!”

He Zhizhou, lying on the ground like a limp pancake, hissed through the pain, grinning as he shouted, “He’s part of the Dragon Palace’s royal family!”

Liu Xiuyuan: …

Liu Xiuyuan muttered a curse under his breath.

From what he had observed, that youth had always been quiet and unassuming, rarely speaking more than a few words.

When he talked to the bandits, his face would even flush red with nerves.

And now—he was royalty from the Dragon Palace?!

Lin Xun’s spirit bloodline had been fully awakened.

His entire being was consumed by battle, leaving no room for hesitation or idle words.

Gripping his sword tightly, he launched an assault on the dunes.

Dragon roars echoed from the horizon, and wherever the dragon’s shadow passed, sandstorms raged.

In the midst of flashing blades and swords, the two clashed at such speeds that the howling winds were left trailing behind.

Lu Wanxing watched in a daze, her scalp tingling.

Eventually, her eyes couldn’t keep up, and all she could see were flashes of fierce white light.

The shadow of the dragon, following Lin Xun’s movements, became increasingly distinct, transforming from an initial translucent glow to a clear and solid outline.

At the instant, the sword and talisman collided.

Lu Wanxing held her breath, hearing the frantic pounding of her heart.

Amidst the dense, sky-filling web of lightning, the fully-formed giant dragon raised its head with a resounding roar.

Sword light then poured down like rain, each ray taking the form of a sword, piercing deeply into the web of lightning with the force of a gale.

Zing!

The first sword light tore through the sky’s net, bringing dazzling brightness to the dark desert.

Zing zing!

More and more white light pierced through the electric current.

The dragon’s massive form trembled violently, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing cry.

Lin Xun gritted his teeth, forcing down the boiling liquid rising in his throat.

His dark eyes shone with unprecedented resolve.

This strike—!

The web, sprawling in all directions, confined the raging dragon, but cracks spread like a shattered mirror across the once-unbreakable electric current.

The cracks grew larger and more numerous.

In an instant, the dragon raised its ghostly white tail, formed from sword light, and swept it forcefully towards the lightning—

“Liu Xiuyuan’s formation…”

He Zhizhou grinned, coughing up blood, but unable to hide the laughter in his voice.

“It’s broken!”

The formation shattered like a broken mirror, the lightning scattering like fragments.

Liu Xiuyuan was blasted away by the sword energy, tumbling down the sand dunes in disarray.

Lin Xun had fought desperately, sustaining severe injuries himself.

The sword in his hand could no longer withstand the immense spiritual energy and shattered in an instant.

“Are you okay?!”

Lu Wanxing rushed over, terrified, ignoring the possibility that Liu Xiuyuan might attack again at any moment.

When she saw Lin Xun covered in blood, she was shocked, “Don’t panic! I’ve got healing medicine in my storage pouch, I—”

Before she could finish, her body suddenly froze.