I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1421 - Chapter 1421 Chapter 697 Xiang Liu_2

Chapter 1421: Chapter 697: Xiang Liu_2 Chapter 1421: Chapter 697: Xiang Liu_2 For instance, Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, although rare, were still available at the Beast Taming Sect. With a sufficient price, one could not only obtain a research manual but also manage their survival without much difficulty.

Having such encounters, understanding, and learning, as long as one’s aptitude wasn’t too poor, they could mimic a Spirit Soul that wasn’t too far off the mark.

Of course, some were able to rely on reading and pictures to complete the Mimicry Technique of Soul Casting, but the Spirit Souls produced were somewhat rough.

The principle that drawing a dragon or tiger is difficult without knowing the bone structure is applicable here; things never truly seen, even if conjured up by imagination, are flawed and inferior.

Either form without spirit or skin without bone are merely supported by a surge of Spiritual Energy inside–an illusion; the Evil King Palace had many such joke incidents where a forcedly mimicked Azure Dragon was killed by a visualized earth wolf.

Many times, it’s not that the stronger the mimicry’s target, the stronger the Mimicry Technique becomes, but it depends on the understanding of the beast.

Living habits, temperament, innate abilities, evolution direction … the more one understands, the stronger the Spirit Soul from Mimicry will be.

However, Tong Zhenshan did not understand what was going on with Duan Siping’s Xiang Liu, Xiehe had no more Xiang Liu left.

A mythical beast that no longer exists, recorded only in bits and pieces in ancient texts–how had he managed to comprehend it!?

“And what’s the deal with that nine-headed serpent with a dragon’s brow and horns!?”

“And what does the dragon body and tail mean, is this damn thing a Xiang Liu or a nine-headed poison dragon?”

“Does this bizarre creation that he came up with really have fighting capability?”

Tong Zhenshan’s questions followed one after another, whereas Tong Zhenhai could only weakly respond, “Big brother, trust me, this old man’s Xiang Liu is absolutely genuine. The Evil King Palace’s research on the Mimicry Technique has long surpassed our understanding. Duan Longcheng’s Red-eyed Evil Dragon and Duan Siping’s Dragon-like Xiang Liu are both perfect fusions of various beast traits into a mythical fantasy!”

“Mythical fantasy, how fantastical?”

Listening to his younger brother endlessly boosting others’ morale, Tong Zhenshan flew into a rage, instantly activated his Divine Armor, gloom in his left hand, Sunburn in his right, and commanded, “Wuji Guards, follow the orders, scatter and skirmish, chop off all nine heads of this serpent!”

No sooner had he spoken than Tong Zhenshan led the charge, mixing gloom and Sunburn into a Primordial Void Energy, pushed forcefully from his chest, and exploded on the snake’s neck–an attack comparable to an Earth Level Spirit Art–directly blowing the dragon scales off and spewing a blood-like paste.

The severe injury to Xiang Liu greatly boosted the morale of the Wuji Guards, who, mastering the fusion technique, mimicked the Primordial Void Energy from all sides, bombarding the nine intertwined heads of Xiang Liu.

Dragon scales shattered, poison surged–the snake-like wrath of Xiang Liu could not recover the situation no matter how furious.

The Wuji Guards coordinated splendidly with clear division of tasks; those targeted by the snake’s heads swiftly retreated. If Xiang Liu extended its head in pursuit, the stretched necks became easy targets for others.

If the snake heads turned towards other targets, those originally pursued would counter-attack without probing, lifting a hand was a solo fusion technique, with spirit-enhancement, the weakest could reach the standard of an Earth Level Spirit Art.

Even Xiang Liu’s body, remade by a grandmaster, under such cyclic and dense attacks, all nine heads were injured, the most severe nearly severing.

Watching the progress of the battle, Tong Zhenshan burst out laughing, “What mythical fantasy creatures, when faced with our Wuji Guards, they still flounder. Ancient Evil God, how fierce can you be!?”

“This… big brother… something seems off.”

Tong Zhenhai, watching Xiang Liu being relentlessly attacked without the ability to fight back, had an ominous premonition.

Having fought against it previously, he naturally knew of the formidable strength of Duan Siping’s Xiang Liu’s Spirit Soul. The unicorn on the brow of its nine serpent-like heads harbored nine different properties of Divine Light, a force comparable to Earth Level Spirit Art, incredibly fierce–how could it be suppressed?

Unless it was intentional!

But in battle, who would deliberately let themselves be hurt? That’s illogical.

While it makes sense to pursue a defeated enemy with vigor, Tong Zhenshan saw nothing amiss, instead reassuring Tong Zhenhai, “Dozens of fusion attacks in succession; let alone a Mimicry-derived Xiang Liu, even if Longzhou’s ancient fierce god returned to land, it couldn’t withstand it, what’s wrong with that!?”

“Big brother speaks sensibly.”

Tong Zhenhai, looking at Xiang Liu being continuously besieged and raging helplessly, nodded.

The battle continued; perhaps the cumbersome body hindered agility, Xiang Liu’s fury grew. Its nine heads bellowing to the sky, the Wuji Guards could even see the oozing poison saliva from the torn mouthparts.

This monster was enraged; the Wuji Guards silently expanded the outer circle. Tactically, an angry enemy is the best enemy because their actions are easier to predict and their reason diminishes–just like beasts like Xiang Liu, their attack method is lunging and biting. Though fast, once their directional control–the neck–is hit, targeting accuracy is lost, and pulling back is to secure a better positioning area.

But in such a situation, the furious Xiang Liu probably couldn’t sense it, could it? All it wanted to do was recklessly lunge forward and bite them all to death.

The Wuji Guards exchanged a knowing smile, their silent tactical coordination so comforting.

But why hadn’t Xiang Liu followed them yet?

As the Wuji Guards increased their distance, they glanced back at Xiang Liu and were terrified.

Perhaps due to excessive fury, Xiang Liu’s nine heads had started to fight among themselves, biting each other fiercely.

Scales flew about and acid mist steamed, making the already scar-riddled nine heads even more miserable.

The head that was already severely damaged was bitten off completely and crashed heavily to the ground, struggling and roaring as blood splattered everywhere.

Then came the second, then the third…

“What’s going on, has it gone mad?”

Tong Zhenshan was baffled, but Tong Zhenhai seemed to suddenly realize something, his face turning ghostly pale.

“Big brother, we’ve lost…”

“What ‘lost’, what are you talking about!?”

“Big brother, look…”

Tong Zhenhai pointed, tearfully, at the freshly sprouted new single-horned snake heads where Xiang Liu’s nine severed heads had been, along with the rising cloud of bloody poisonous mist from the spots where the snake heads had fallen.

“Cut off one head, and another will appear, the blood is violently poisonous, not even the Human King could survive it. This is all recorded in the ancient texts, how could I have forgotten!”

Tong Zhenhai reproached himself, “Now with the poison cloud blotting out the sky and Xiang Liu unharmed, we have no chance of approaching the Spirit Realm Gate!”

“The command was mine; how can I blame you!”

Tong Zhenshan frowned, “So it was taking hits just to release this bloody mess, and those self-mutilations were because it found the Wuji Guards’ attack not fierce enough? Damn, we’ve really been underestimated!”

The battle started again, but this time Xiang Liu was no longer as furiously enraged as before, its nine heads leisurely entwined together, almost mocking despite being beastly faces.

“Truly a bunch of fools.”

Watching the battle above, Tang Luo could only helplessly press his forehead, thinking to himself.

Xiang Liu was a poison beast by nature, and the Wuji Guards, collaborating, had drawn out the strongest humans had to offer; winning now would indeed be miraculous.

Looking up at the sky darkened by the toxic cloud, Tang Luo helplessly shook his head, moved a few steps forward, and blocked the path of the main force from the Evil King Palace.

“Eight Treasure Kasaya?”

The leading Duan Longcheng looked at the newcomer and frowned, “This time, Evil King Palace only seeks the Spirit Realm and wishes no harm, I advise you not to mistake.”

Duan Longcheng did not recognize Tang Luo, as Tang Luo had never appeared in any of the friction, maneuvers, and finally peace negotiations between the Evil King Palace and the Longxi Alliance; even if he had heard of Tang Luo’s name, he couldn’t connect it with the person before him, only guessing it was some strong member of the Yun Family wearing Divine Armor.

If Tang Luo’s face weren’t so strikingly young, Duan Longcheng wouldn’t have bothered.

Mistaken again, Tang Luo simply introduced himself: “Longxi’s Tang Luo, I’ve met the Young Palace Master and all the esteemed seniors.”

He bowed slightly, his gesture lacking any real respect, but since they were enemy forces, such superficial courtesy was enough for an encounter in the wild.

Would they really expect Tang Luo to show the same heartfelt respect as the juniors from Evil King City?

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