Top Grade Pure Beauty CEO-Chapter 717 - Dragon Blood Secret Technique

Chapter 717: Chapter 717: Dragon Blood Secret Technique Chapter 717: Chapter 717: Dragon Blood Secret Technique The display of power by Li Xiaoyao astonished everyone.

There were many legends of Li Xiaoyao, but the fact that he was currently fighting Long Zaitian at the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm and gaining the upper hand still surprised everyone greatly.

Long Zaitian, at the Cultivation Level of Spirit Condensation, was at a disadvantage under Li Xiaoyao’s hands, which was unbelievable unless witnessed with one’s own eyes.

“Although I’m not sure where this power comes from, surely even you can’t exert this power without limits.” The Thunder Commanding Art definitely couldn’t be cast without limit; the stronger the martial arts or spells, the more Spiritual Power they would consume—that was common knowledge that everyone knew.

“Is that so?” Li Xiaoyao’s lips curled up in a cold smile, “Then I must disappoint you.”

With those words, Li Xiaoyao pointed his sword to the sky, and countless Heavenly Thunders almost shattered the sky, raining down on Long Zaitian with dense ferocity.

“How is this possible!” Long Zaitian couldn’t believe it as he raised his head to look at the sky, filled with dense, terrifying thunderbolts.

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Li Xiaoyao continuously cast spells without a break, his vigorous energy shattering Long Zaitian’s understanding of cultivators.

Despite his astonishment, Long Zaitian’s reaction was still very fast.

He stomped fiercely on the ground, and like a streak of light, Long Zaitian dashed out from his original position.

“Boom!”

The Heavenly Thunders struck down, the earth trembled, and strong winds howled, turning the vast ground into ruins in a blink of an eye.

The clan members watching this scene were filled with both amazement and fear, rendered speechless.

Could this destructive power really be caused by a human?

Wasn’t this a bit too terrifying?

Hovering in the sky and summoning thunder with a wave of his hand, as if he were the Thunder God himself.

His cold features, though not uttering a word, held undisguised arrogance and domineering spirit in those eyes.

Long Zaitian felt rage and embarrassment in his heart, too much embarrassment.

In less than a minute, he had been driven to such an embarrassing state, while Li Xiaoyao’s clothes remained untouched by even a speck of dust.

“Quite fast,” Li Xiaoyao said, seemingly surprised, yet his words dripped with sarcasm, angering Long Zaitian who had just again narrowly escaped the thunderbolts.

“Just repeating the same move?” Long Zaitian cursed loudly, Li Xiaoyao’s Thunder Commanding Art was indeed strong and difficult to contend with in a short amount of time. It was akin to a Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator summoning a spell that even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator had to avoid, and all without much effort on his part.

This was somewhat similar to the mages of Hui Country, who only needed a magic wand and an incantation to channel or summon a formidable force.

“Provocation tactic, eh?” Li Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow in disdain, withdrew his hand from the Thunder Commanding Art and his sword-carrying hand descended, the chaotic and violent thunderclouds in the sky vanishing instantly.

“You might be secretly pleased in your heart, but to me, there are many ways to deal with you. The Thunder Commanding Art is just one of the simpler ones,” his calm voice echoed from high above, spreading across the entire square.

Long Zaitian’s expression darkened, having felt humiliated in just one short minute, but that didn’t matter. Without using the Thunder Commanding Art, Li Xiaoyao didn’t pose much of a threat to him.

If he had continued using the Thunder Commanding Art, perhaps he wouldn’t have been able to kill him, but Li Xiaoyao definitely wouldn’t be able to kill him either, though it would have left him in a sorry state.

After all, he’s just a youngster, unable to withstand provocation.

Long Zaitian was secretly proud of his own deep cunning, feeling as though he had gained a great advantage.

Li Xiaoyao, light as a swallow, slowly descended from the sky and landed in front of Long Zaitian.

One was tall and straight as a spear, the other was dressed in ragged clothes, hair disheveled.

“I’ve heard that your physical cultivation level is very strong, so I’ll accompany you in a bit of fun,” said Long Zaitian, who believed Li Xiaoyao was susceptible to taunting and thus narrowed the scope of the clash.

While Li Xiaoyao’s spells were powerful, and his martial skills were certainly not weak, if it came to a contest of those aspects, Long Zaitian wasn’t confident that he could gain the upper hand. But if it was a mere comparison of physical strength, he was quite confident since the physical cultivation level of an Innate cultivator should pose no problem for dealing with a junior like Li Xiaoyao.

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All of this stemmed from Long Zaitian’s fixed mindset about how cultivators train.

A normal cultivator, no matter how talented, and even if they began cultivation from the womb, would have limited achievements in thirty years’ time.

Indeed, Li Xiaoyao’s cultivation speed had shattered his stereotype of a cultivator’s training pace, but he firmly believed that even if Li Xiaoyao had been cultivating his body for twenty-eight years without a break, at most he would have reached the pinnacle of Houtian, and definitely not stepped into the Innate realm.

However, Long Zaitian overlooked one thing: Li Xiaoyao could never be viewed with the conventional thinking of a normal person.

His existence was, in itself, abnormal.

Upon hearing his words, Li Xiaoyao looked at him with a very odd expression and asked, “Are you sure you want to compete in physical strength with me?”

“Scared?” Long Zaitian actually thought Li Xiaoyao was scared and immediately burst into laughter, “If you’re scared, kneel and kowtow, perhaps I might spare your life.”

“You’re really confident, huh,” said Li Xiaoyao as he twisted his neck slightly, eliciting a series of cracking sounds. He slightly bent his palm and beckoned, “Come on, let me see what the Clan Leader of the Long Family is capable of.”

“Such an arrogant lad,” Long Zaitian said in a deep voice. He then vibrated his fists forcefully, and the already tattered clothing on his upper body immediately disintegrated into scraps, revealing a bronze-colored skin.

The eight-pack on his abdomen was clearly visible, the muscles across his body well defined, each packed with strength beyond compare, hard as rock.

“Dragon Blood Secret Technique!” Long Zaitian shouted lowly as he repeatedly slapped his body. His hands moved so fast they became a blur of countless shadows, and the thudding sound of his palms striking his flesh was constant.

As Long Zaitian’s hands slapped his body, a crimson mist started to rise to the surface of his skin, conjuring a layer of sanguineous fog, adding an aura of blood and slaughter.

Li Xiaoyao watched his actions with some surprise. This must be one of the Long Family’s secret techniques for rapidly improving cultivation.

Suddenly, the swirling mist around Long Zaitian’s body was absorbed back into his flesh, his bronze skin took on a faint blood-red glow, and his eyes turned red as well, truly a bizarre sight.

Indeed, very strong.

Li Xiaoyao inwardly sighed at that aura.

The current Long Zaitian, several times stronger than before, was still not taken seriously by Li Xiaoyao.

Compared to his own Golden Body and martial body cultivation techniques, the Long Family’s secret technique was so rudimentary it barely caught his eye.

“Kid, I’ll make you understand the miserable fate of provoking the Long Family!” Having used the Dragon Blood Secret Technique, Long Zaitian’s strength surged drastically, and in this state of furious increase, he had the illusion that all it would take was one punch to blast Li Xiaoyao into blood and bones.