Chapter 643

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Chapter 643: The First

No Heroic Spirit Principles are the same in the world – each heroic spirit has a unique reasoning, each mysterious in their own way.

When Bai Wei infused the sword with Heroic Spirit Principle, everyone’s eyes changed.

Then they both looked at Xia Longque at the same time, and their eyes clearly spelled out three big words.

—— Love triangle.

As a well-known heroic spirit in the public eye, many aspects of her heroic spirit identity were openly available for everyone to understand, with some information being true and some false. The details about her own Heroic Spirit Principle were also publicly disclosed.

For the dragon clan, perceiving and distinguishing the differences in Heroic Spirit Principle was not too difficult. As long as the soul power was strong enough, they could always perceive the differences. Xia Longque, being so close, exuded an amazing Heroic Spirit Principle, clearly similar to what Bai Wei possessed. If this still could not explain their overly intimate relationship, then the bloodline detection report would just be for amusement.

"It’s just a coincidence," Xia Longque tried to defend herself.

All the dragon lords rolled their eyes – speak, go on speaking, make up, keep on making up.

"It’s just a coincidence…" Xia Longque’s voice became lower and lower, she covered her slightly flushed face, threw up her hands in frustration, and said angrily, "What are you all looking at!"

Those next to her tacitly diverted their eyes.

"Oh, this…" Lu Yunchuan was stunned, "When did you intervene?"

"Well," Xia Longque was surprised by Bai Wei’s move, she didn’t know how to explain so she just playfully threw the question back, "Can you guess?"

Lu Yunchuan frowned, it was a good thing, but he felt a bit frustrated at being kept in the dark.

"Never mind, since you are from Jinling City, being discovered early to be your apostle is quite normal," Lu Yunchuan waved his hand, saying no more.

Creating apostles through the Heroic Spirit Principle is not very rare. Each heroic spirit can only create a limited number of apostles, and it weakens themselves to some extent. But the power given to others can also be taken back, and it doesn’t pass down through bloodlines. For heroic spirits, it’s like creating several avatars to carry their power, like an emperor commanding eunuchs to oversee the court, the eunuchs are actually the emperor’s dogs, and their legitimacy is based on the emperor’s will.

There is also a history of creating apostles with a Golden Bloodline. Apostles with a Golden Bloodline have eyes that turn gold, but in later generations, their pupils turn platinum because the mysterious power of gold is not inherited through bloodlines. It still affects the body and the Golden Power transforms the bloodline to easily incorporate the golden mystery.

Apostles are to some extent the personal bodyguards of heroic spirits and also everyone’s secret.

Lu Yunchuan also has apostles, but it’s the highest level of classified information that others don’t know about.

Xia Longque didn’t explain, but she understood that this was not a ‘true apostle’. To borrow the Heroic Spirit Principle, one has to pay a high price, at least, freedom will be lost. Yet many people still eagerly become followers under heroic spirits, some even have a ridiculous reason; they see becoming an apostle to a heroic spirit as joining their harem in most people’s eyes.

Xia Longque pressed her fingers against her chest, feeling her heart pounding fiercely, sensing a deep connection through their bloodlines.

She could stop it unilaterally because the Heroic Spirit Principle belonged to her and no one could take it away.

It would be impossible for anyone else to borrow it like this, but when it came to her master, she completely let go of control and granted requests freely.

Bai Wei directly used Xia Longque’s Heroic Spirit Principle without needing to pay any price, the highest level of bond, even able to borrow and use the Heroic Spirit Principle.

This was definitely an unexpected move, both sides were cheating.

Yuan Cheng kept leveling up until reaching maximum level; Bai Wei simply borrowed a complete set of divine equipment from the shop owner for free.

Moreover, this Heroic Spirit Principle had a greatly enhanced damage effect on dragons. A professional dragon slayer’s normal attacks turned into continuous hits with cleaving strikes, and guaranteed critical damage.

Bai Wei raised the Crouching Tiger Sword, reflecting the moonlight, advancing with a cold gleam, a strong intent to kill.

"Shall we go on?"

Yuan Cheng gazed at the radiant glow of the Heroic Spirit Principle shimmering on the blade, grasping the Abyssal Sea Trident in reverse.

"That’s fine."

He thought that this battle had reached a critical point, and both sides had played all their cards.

The legendary peak Dragon King, facing the young Martial Saint empowered by the Heroic Spirit Principle.

The thunderous roar descended, landing on the war spear. Yuan Cheng’s body lit up with dazzling thunder snakes, his eyes turning into bright white light. Moving lightly, his speed increased at least twice as he swept the war spear, shattering space, collapsing air, causing turbulent airflows in the vacuum to emit a piercing whistle. Then, entwining and swirling around the war spear, forming a vortex like a lightning storm.

Thunder struck down from the war spear.

Bai Wei gently raised his Crouching Tiger Sword to clash with the war spear, receiving all the thunder, skillfully sealing the flow of thunder, compressing it on the blade. With graceful movements, the white-clad figure twirled in the air, the blade spinning and releasing thunder.

Receiving the attack, counteracting.

After being struck, Yuan Cheng’s breath weakened slightly, but he was not greatly affected. He continued stepping forward vigorously, stomping on the river’s waves, lifting his weapon from the water, pushing and thrusting forward. Although he couldn’t use the Void Claw, this move completely replicated the power of the claw.

A spear pierced through the cascading water.

Bai Wei blocked with his sword, after three consecutive clashes, the tip of the sword reached the opponent’s shoulder, lightly grazing in an upward diagonal motion.

The dragon king’s invulnerable shell suddenly ripped apart, revealing cracks on its scales as if made of fragile paper in front of the mysterious dragon-slaying power. Blood splattered as the indestructible shell was wounded, causing even more blood to flow.

Yuan Cheng’s face was stained with blood, but he didn’t show any sign of pain, continuing to swing his war spear with the strength of a dragon. The attack changed from a horizontal sweep to a downward strike, forcefully slamming Bai Wei into the waters of Hongze Lake, leading to a stalemate in the battle.

Everyone held their breath, and fifteen seconds later, Bai Wei underwater opened his eyes and swung his sword.

The lake surface was split open underwater, creating a nearly ten-meter-wide chasm, resembling a cake cut in half and collapsing on both sides.

The sense of martial supremacy was vividly displayed in this strike.

Many spectators watched with great delight, feeling thrilled.

Lord Qiantang had a special interest in martial arts and delved into its study.

"Ordinary warriors usually hide their true skills when fighting, people in the Ming Country are reserved in nature, disciples sometimes surpass their masters, especially in martial arts. They fear revealing weaknesses, as it could lead to defeat. That’s why many fights lack excitement and satisfaction."

"He is different, his strength comes from killing, he shows no mercy. He is not afraid of others seeing his flaws. His martial skills are dominant and fierce, unheard of in many years."

Lord Chaohu looked impatient and said. Don’t talk to me about being handsome, can he win?

"It seems possible," said Lord Dongting. "The world’s martial arts can be categorized into useful and beautiful, some are useful but not beautiful like the diamond in Buddhism; some are beautiful but not practical like the yellow court in Daoism. The martial arts he just displayed are both beautiful and effective, majestic and without harming the essence. This young man seems to have not taken a breath until now, this breath is not to be wasted."

The powerful strike nearly made Yuan Cheng unable to hold onto his weapon.

Despite not losing his weapon, the blade’s intent grazed him, chilling his body as blood dripped from his hands.

Instead of creating distance to catch his breath, he chose to jump down without hesitation, prepared to fight to the end.

By channeling thunder into his body, activating his potential without regard for consequences, the dragon has a long lifespan, but it is not endless. Squandering life in this way is a gamble for a chance to survive, his power has once again exceeded its limit.

Bai Wei moved to meet the attack, the collision in mid-air stained the pristine white of his clothes with a touch of red. Although the wound was not severe, engaging in close combat always carries higher risks for both parties. The following clash might result in exchanging injuries.

Having reached this point, the upcoming battle is bound to become more intense and brutal.

Bai Wei’s every strike seems to hit just right, always bringing results accompanied by wounds and blood.

Yuan Cheng may look disheveled, but his momentum keeps rising, his strength surpassing before. Underneath his desperate appearance is a soaring fighting spirit.

Giving up careful calculations, turning into a more dangerous battle, every strike of the dragon slayer can create deeper wounds. So Yuan Cheng sheds more blood, sustains heavier injuries. Bai Wei, being human, cannot withstand fierce blows several times. If unable to avoid or block a move, he will be severely injured immediately. In the most dangerous encounter, Bai Wei almost cut Yuan Cheng’s waist, and almost had his own skull crushed by the latter, but both parties instinctively stopped, sparing each other’s lives.

Bai Wei naturally values his life, while Yuan Cheng doesn’t value his life, lacking the certainty to spare it.

Fortunately, the battlefield is a lake, avoiding complete destruction, but even so, Lake Hongze is struggling under the weight.

The battle is still shifting, the scales of victory tipping towards one side.

Another one hundred and eighty seconds passed, the clash already exceeding five hundred times.

Bai Wei’s war spear is cut in one strike, the weapon breaking instantly. The Crouching Tiger Sword twirls around, transitioning from right hand to left hand. Bai Wei’s movements are fluid, as if pulling the weapon out of flowing water, evading blocks, and thrusting the blade directly into the center of the black dragon’s chest.

Yuan Cheng’s body stiffens.

Bai Wei raised his hand, and the Crouching Tiger Sword pierced through him, the blade energy disappearing for dozens of miles, the weapon disappearing into the night.

Yuan Cheng’s chest was hollowed out, leaving nothing behind, the Black Dragon bleeding from all seven openings, despite fighting face to face, it was still the one to lose.

However, even as it was close to death, it still didn’t plan to give up easily.

Grabbing Bai Wei’s hands tightly with both hands, Yuan Cheng lifted his head, revealing a toothy smile, his teeth stained with fresh blood, the smile appearing terrifyingly sinister.

Its body was covered in bones, blood flowing endlessly, even a legendary peak dragon could not survive for more than five minutes, going from breathing heavily like a bull to breathing as light as silk.

Yet, as it neared death, its energy surpassed the heavens, its body reaching the limit at this moment, right before death, precisely the strongest peak of willpower.

Knowing its death was inevitable, it decided to summon all its cultivation to call down heavenly thunder, risking the extinction of its soul, seeking a swift and decisive death.

Thunderclouds roared above the sky, Yuan Cheng stared intently at Bai Wei, the purple lightning gathering into a vortex.

The Black Dragon’s energy was almost fading away completely, staring at Bai Wei as if silently conveying something.

Choose between dying here or cutting off both arms to escape… Make your choice!

Bai Wei, with a neutral expression, calmly said. It’s time to end this.

A colorful fierce tiger leaped out from the night, the Heroic Spirit Principle shining brilliantly on the Crouching Tiger Sword. With a swift returning strike, the head of the owl fell lightly.

The North Sea Dragon King’s arms were severed, his head flew up, and just before his head was tossed, his murky vision briefly cleared.

As if hearing the voice of a young child echoing, he seemed to see himself holding a young dragon and flipping through a book, teaching it to read and write, repeating the words over and over.

If a father brings up his child poorly, it’s the father’s fault…

If a father brings up his child poorly, it’s the father’s fault…

It closed its eyes, being led by the unblemished image of a child, walking hand in hand towards the unseen horizon.

Thud… The broken body fell into the water, blood gushing out, the Dragon King’s true form emerging after death, turning Hongze Lake into a large expanse of red.

Bai Wei stood on the Dragon King’s body, bent his arms and wiped off the bloodstains from the Crouching Tiger Sword.

"We won…"

"It’s really very simple."

"This is the first one."

He waited for a while.

Sure enough, a black dragon burst out of the water, with a deep roar echoing through Hongze, "Since you’re here, don’t be in a hurry to leave!"