"The [ Four Seasons Metamorphosing Sword Styles ] is a sword technique that had been inspired from the changing of the four seasons."
"Each forms are unique in their own way and only by applying one form after another, like the changing of seasons would one be able to apply it's full strength."
Deep inside a dark and scorching volcano, a cold voice resounded.
Dark, red and hot, that is the only way to describe the cave with river of lava flowing over the floor.
"Unexpectedly, you were able to took one of its form, the scorching summer form and transformed it into your own sabre technique."
"Impressive," the crimson haired man can't help but nodded to himself, "But the problem right now is that you had practised the technique without my permission."
Long Aotian's scream can be heard in the distance. His scream resounded through the dark cabe, enough to scare anyone who hear it..
In the middle of the pool of lava, his figure can be seen half submerged.
Bai Shenxiu stood by the riverbank with a book in his hand, ignoring the fact that his disciple is being tortured by the extreme heat of the volcanic pool.
"Have you learnt you mistake?" Bai Shenxiu asks as he closed the book.
"Screw you!" Long Aotian screamed from the middle of the lava pool.
Bai Shenxiu sighed. He reached out, his fingers pressing the invisible holographic screen.
The temperature within the sace immediately increased.
"Lacking in both discipline and character, has basically no patient. You are lucky that your pathetic excuse of a talent only allowed you to comprehend one form."
"The [ Four Seasons Metamorphosing Sword Styles ] is a technique that focuses on balance. But your techniques, be it your foundation or your entire character, it's chaotic. Given this fact alone, the fact that you haven't suffered from a Qi deviation when cultivating the sword style was already good enough."
"Just admit it, I'm your favourite." Long Aotian's laughter can be heard.
The corner of the Heaven's Guiding Emperor's lips twitched in annoyance.
He takes a deep breath.
"Balance, discipline and the firm of the heart. With these three principles, even the worst of talent can become a heaven defying expert. However, you despite all of your talent, lacks all three."
"What surprising is that only by balancing these three principles, one can finally comprehend the [ Four Seasons Metamorphosing Sword Styles ]."
"You lacked all three, but you were able to create a technique derived from one of the form."
"Such a shame, you have the talent, but lacks the the things needed to comprehend the full technique." Bai Shenxiu can't help but sighed.
Liu Yang can't help but laughed as he received the full strike from Bai Lin.
Yes! Yes! This is it!!
Bai Lin's sword descent like a raging sun in the scorching hot summer. His sword slash creates an arch light, crimson coloured light sweeping down upon Liu Yang's body.
A single strike, and the heat that his blade radiates wrapped the air around him.
Liu Yang can feel a searing pain as the blade slashed down across his chest diagonally, creating.
Blood flowed down, staining his robe as he staggered.
Feeling the familiar pain, Liu Yang's grin widened. His eyes gleamed in gold as golden rune flashes across his iris.
[ Heaven's Duplication ]
Wave of information assaulted Liu Yang's brain. His soul stirred as he felt the informations being forcefully imprinted into his soul
His grin widened. His fist shot forth.
Bai Lin's eyes turns even colder.
[ Four Seasons Metamorphosing Sword Styles - Radiant Spring ]
The sword thrusts forward, moving with of the elegance of a flowing river.
Liu Yang's eyes flashes in gold once more.
[ Heaven's Duplication ]
Another wave of information assaulted his mind.
The sword struck his chest, piercing through his flesh but stopped by his dense ribs.
However, Bai Lin did not stop there. His sword flashes in blue light. His sword intent shot right into Liu Yang's body.
Liu Yang's eyes flashes in gold as he forcefully used [ Heaven's Duplication ] for the second time.
A searing pain spread all over him as his opponent's sword intent rampaged inside his body, tearing through flesh and organs.
[ Four Seasons Metamorphosing Sword Styles - Freezing Winter ]
It is painful. Extremely painful. He can feel the freezing sword essence enveloping his body, freezing him over. Frostbites start covering his skin, patches of purple skin loss from sensation from the cold.
Despite this, Liu Yang gritted his teeth. Eyes flashing in gold.
[ Heaven's Duplication ]
At this point, his very soul feels like it would shatters at any point. Not to mention, his body had suffered from the drawbacks of forcefully circulating the [ Dragon Emperor's Claws ] just moments ago.
Although it is only the first form, his body is currently too weak to handle any other techniques invented by the Dragon Emperor.
Long Aotian surely is a monster. Knowing that he himself lacked the talents in other aspects, he focused on the paths that suits him the most.
And the path of externality, the body path was one of his best talent. The bloodline of a Divine Dragon coursed through his body, granting him the best constitution. In addition, the Divine Dragons are beings of pure yang, an element that suits males and those who embarks on the external path.
However the Dragon Emperor was also a simple minded fool.
All of his self invented techniques followed the same concept.
[ All schemes crumble before absolute strength ]
A simple but deadly ideology.
However this is where the problem lies.
In order to ultilise his techniques to the fullest potential, each techniques are required to be cultivated to a certain extent. Cultivating the [ Dragon Emperor's Body Arts ] as the foundation as it transforms his body into a dragon. Then cultivating the [ Dragon Emperor's Fist ] in order to increase the strength on his arms followed by the [ Dragon Emperor's Palm ], Dragon Emperor's [ Claws ] and [ Dragon Emperor's Sabre Arts ] to strengthen the foundation on his arms while the [ Dragon Emperor's Myriad Steps ] helps with the foundation on his lower body.
The problem right now is that his body is too weak. Too weak to handle circulating the [ Dragon Emperor's Claws ].
I shouldn't have used that technique.
Liu Yang bitterly thought as he was sent flying with a kick. He landed on the ground.
When he looked up, he sees the figure of Bai Lin in the air. Six swords hovering around him.
Bai Lin coldly looks down on him, his gaze showing disdain and utter disgust.
Why does he have to look so damn hot while floating like that? Liu Yang thought, chuckling to himself.
Is this what being a masochist feels like?
When he realised his thoughts, Liu Yang tilted his head to the back, laughing in mixed of mockery and amusement.
In the past, it was him making others
His laughter boomed inside the burning cave.
Bai Lin snorted. He swept his hand down.
Following his movement, the six swords descent.
Torrents of six different elements descent upon Liu Yang, creating a huge explosion.
Smokes covered the ground and Bai Lin watching from above remains indifferent.
With a wave of his hand, a pristine white sword floats to his side.
Grasping the sword, his gaze can't help but landed on the crimson crystal in his hand.
The fire spiritual stone, the spiritual treasure that had created this realm.
At the corner of his eyes, a flash glow of gold flashes.
A dragon opened it's maw, attempting to devour him.
It's not a dragon.
It's a sabre.
[ Dragon Emperor's Sabre Arts - Dragon's Descent ]
A sabre strike so powerful, it contains the essence of what makes one a dragon: a pride and arrogance.
Liu Yang's sabre descent, glowing in a golden light that formed the image of a dragon.
Bai Lin did not move.
His eyes locked on the descending blade, completely mesmerised.
With a swept of his sabre, Bai Lin was thrown away, landing on the ground.
Liu Yang landed on the ground. In his hand, he grasps the fire spiritual stone with amusement.
When his strike had sent him flying, Bai Lin had released his grasp on the stone, allowing him to catch it.
Liu Yang can't help but chuckled, "Getting this spiritual stone was quite challenging."
"Dragons are the embodiment of sovereignty. They are the sovereigns of the Dao their clan represented." Bai Lin's voice resounded.
"The blood of dragons, I disdained them."
Bai Lin stumbled out of the smoke, dragging his sword with him. His clothes are a mess, with his robe now torn to reveal his some parts of his snow like skin.
"Brother Bai, you've looked
His figure dashed forward, appearing right before Liu Yang.
[ Dragon Empress's Sword Arts - Descending Dragon ]
Bai Lin's sword slashed down.
Liu Yang was startled, raising his sword to blocked off his incoming sword strike.
Did this guy just copied my technique?!
Sabre and sword clashed, locked together in an undeniable tension.
But Liu Yang doesn't care for anything else, staring at the youth's black abyssal eyes.
Shocked and mesmerised.
Shocked that his technique was easily copied by him.
And mesmerised at those pair of dark eyes.
"There were once a sword technique that used one simple concept." Bai Lin coldly spoke, startling Liu Yang out of his stupor.
"All Schemes Crumble Before Absolute Strength."
"The Dragon's Sword Arts."
"A sword technique that doesn't have any worth. A sword technique that is mostly used by bandits and low ranking cultivators who doesn't have any access to techniques."
"However, there were once a sword genius who had practised this sword technique to it's peak, even transforming the technique into something more powerful than it's original forms."
"The sabre technique that you just used were clearly derived from that very same technique."
Bai Lin's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. But what unsettled him wasn't his voice, but the coldness of his breath as he spoke. His skin, from their close distance, he can clearly sense the coldness his body radiates.
In his mesmerised state, Liu Yang's gaze landed on Bai Lin's collarbone.
In that moment, Liu Yang can't help but feels his face heating up.
He didn't even notice Bai Lin's fist meeting his cheek.
The moment his opponent's fist landed on his cheek, his body was thrown and landed on the nearby wall head first.
What is wrong with me? Liu Yang stood up, confused with his own condition.
Liu Yang raised his sabre, delecting each of Bai Lin's incoming fists.
With his eyes glowing in gold, Liu Yang easily sees through all of Bai Lin's incoming moves.
However, Bai Lin's sword strikes have become a lot faster than before. Some of his strikes had landed on Liu Yang's body, leaving various cuts all over.
Before he knows it, his body is already covered in blood.
Despite the various injuries, Liu Yang laughed like a madman.
How long has it been?
Even in his previous life, the Dragon Emperor has never found any worthy opponent. Most of them are either too weak or too strong with thousands of years of cultivation ahead of him.
Except for his own master, the Heaven's Guiding Emperor and a few other disciples of the latter, not many can fought him in an equal battle with him.
Unexpectedly, his very incarnation has finally found a talent that could rivaled him.
Their blades clashed, their auras clashing against one another.
If others are too see such scene, they would undoubtedly be shocked. The surrounding fire spiritual Qi curled, moving in complete chaos.
[ Heaven's Grasps ], an ability of Liu Yang's Primordial Truth Pupils that grants him complete control over the surrounding laws and spiritual Qi of heavens and earth.
Using this powerful ability, the surrounding spiritual Qi became no different than a part of his own limbs. Completely under his control.
Unexpectedly, Bai Lin's control over the surrounding spiritual Qi can also rivaled his.
In fact, Bai Lin's control slightly surpassed him.
"It's time to end this." Bai Lin suddenly spoke.
In the next moment, Liu Yang's eyes widened as he sensed his bloodline suddenly being suppressed.
This power,
It can't be,
Four pairs of eyes looked down on him.
The manifestation four holy beasts, the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger and Black Tortoise manifest behind his opponent.
Sensing his bloodline being challenged, the bloodline manifestation of a Divine Dragon manifests behind Liu Yang, roaring in anger at the measly beasts that looked down on it's vessels.
Sadly, the bloodline manifestations of the four holy beasts simply looked down on the small manifestation of the Divine Dragon.
Before the four manifestations of the holy beasts, Liu Yang's Divine Dragon manifestation looks small in comparison.
The Divine Dragon bloodline manifestation was shattered causing Liu Yang to cough out a mouthful of blood.
Liu Yang's gaze met Bai Lin's cold eyes.
In the next moment, Liu Yang's eyes lost all of it's luster.
Liu Yang had been trapped inside an illusion.