Fu Tianluo’s heart shook as he clutched the compass.
Crack… crack…
Sanskrit runes surfaced on the golden disk, automatically shifting into full defense mode.
Du Longyang’s strike had nearly shattered his inscription shield!
But that wasn’t what shocked him most.
What truly stunned him was the Dao Intent contained in that attack!
“How could you possibly comprehend Dao Intent?!”
“Impossible!”
Fu Tianluo’s pupils contracted. For the first time, he lost his composure.
Dao Intent…
That was a higher-tier power.
High Martial power.
In a Mid Martial world, unless someone was an absolute heaven-defying genius, comprehending Dao Intent was impossible.
Yet soon, his racing heart calmed.
He was, after all, the lord of a supreme Mid Martial world—he quickly regained his cool.
“One-in-ten-thousand chance… and you grabbed it. No wonder this world hasn’t reached supreme Mid Martial yet you’ve already stepped into Spirit Severing.”
“That’s talent for you…”
Fu Tianluo sighed.
He had destroyed countless worlds and met countless monstrous geniuses.
Some had even touched the edges of Dao Intent at Nascent Soul.
In the end, they all died by his hand.
Today, he would kill another Dao Intent possessor.
“So what if you have Dao Intent? It’s ranked by nine grades. In a world of this level, eighth or ninth at best—the boost is negligible!”
Fu Tianluo rolled his neck, killing intent rising.
He could no longer hold back.
Du Longyang’s face was grave.
He stared calmly at Fu Tianluo, who had blocked his strongest strike.
He had never expected one spear thrust to finish the fight.
Rumble!
Fifth-Grade Sequence Dao Intent — Valor!
Under its augmentation,
Du Longyang’s aura blazed like fire.
His spear swept through the air, rippling space itself.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Dozens of thrusts in succession—all slamming into the same point on Fu Tianluo’s compass shield.
BOOM!
Terrifying force detonated from that single spot.
“Eighth or ninth grade?”
Du Longyang smirked.
Bang!
The spear excelled at penetration.
All that power focused on one point erupted outward.
BOOM!
The air caved inward.
Fu Tianluo’s body was hurled into the Vast Sea, the entire ocean surface depressed like a giant bowl.
“My bad—my Dao Intent is Fifth-Grade Sequence.”
Du Longyang’s black robes whipped in the wind. He turned his head slightly, spear in one hand.
From the sea,
Fu Tianluo shot skyward.
Shock intensified!
Fifth-Grade?!
How could it be Fifth-Grade?!
A Mid Martial world producing Dao Intent was already absurd—Fifth-Grade?!
What kind of heaven-defying genius was this?!
He began to sense something deeply wrong with this world.
“He must die!”
Jealousy burned in Fu Tianluo’s heart.
He had been Spirit Severing for years and only barely touched the edge of Dao Intent—and that was thanks to the Venerable One’s gift.
Yet this guy comprehended it the moment he broke through?!
BOOM!
“Die!”
Fu Tianluo’s eyes turned ice-cold.
The metal compass rang like a bell.
It melted into liquid, flowing over his body and hardening into golden armor.
The once-refined youth transformed into a war general forged for slaughter.
He flung his hand.
Runes lashed the void, forming cold chains.
Du Longyang shifted sideways. Dao Intent rippled outward as he thrust without hesitation.
BOOM!
The clash detonated.
Their battle raged across the Vast Sea.
This time, Fu Tianluo fought with full killing intent.
Every move was lethal.
Ye Shoudao’s wounds had healed; the hole in his chest closed completely.
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Infant Transformation regeneration was terrifying.
“A wild Yin Spirit…”
“With Young Lord Lu’s power, he must have known. He let him in… as a sparring partner?”
Ye Shoudao had the same realization as Du Longyang.
Normal, gradual breakthrough took far too long.
Young Lord Lu had chosen this brutal method to force their growth.
Ye Shoudao raised his blade.
He glanced at the finger-sized hole still piercing it and grinned savagely.
BOOM!
Fifth-Grade Sequence — Heartless Blade Intent!
Slash!
His blade intent threatened to cleave the sea in two.
Kill!
With one arm, robes flapping, he leapt skyward and charged Fu Tianluo without fear.
So what if he was outmatched?!
Only between life and death lay great fortune!
To seek life through death—that was the true heart of a blade master!
Rip!
Du Longyang was sent flying.
Ye Shoudao’s blade descended like a cliff.
Fu Tianluo, clad in golden splendor, raised his arm.
Runes stacked into a shield.
Ye Shoudao’s full-power strike slammed into it—explosion shaking the heavens.
He hacked like a madman, again and again.
Fu Tianluo’s scalp tingled.
With a flick, overwhelming force sent Ye Shoudao flying.
“Dao Intent again?! How is there more Dao Intent? Is it cabbage?!”
“A mere Infant Transformation comprehending Dao Intent?!”
Fu Tianluo trembled.
Bang!
Ye Shoudao crashed into the sea, sending up a wave hundreds of meters high.
Du Longyang roared, spear like a dragon, attacking once more!
He couldn’t spare attention for Ye Shoudao’s injuries.
But he knew—Ye Shoudao understood this Fu Tianluo was Young Lord Lu’s gift.
A wild tool to help them shatter their shackles!
BOOM!
Ye Shoudao burst from the water, soaked, single arm gripping his blade, charging again like a lunatic.
His blade intent fused perfectly with his will.
Even when Fu Tianluo caved in his chest, he kept coming.
“Again!”
He roared.
Drew his blade—water severed, a cliff of ocean!
He closed in—BOOM!
Golden shockwaves.
Ye Shoudao coughed blood.
Du Longyang shouted, thrusting spear after spear to cover him!
Jealousy in Fu Tianluo’s eyes turned tangible.
Du Longyang having Dao Intent was one thing—he could accept that from a Spirit Severing.
But this one-armed swordsman too?!
A measly Infant Transformation?!
Far away,
Prince Tianxu and the Empress watched Ye Shoudao fight like a mad dog.
Their eyes flickered.
They understood.
He fought for breakthrough!
They had been stuck at Infant Transformation too long.
Normal cultivation might never free them.
Now a real Yin Spirit stood before them—a living whetstone.
Even if they died, the fortune between life and death was limitless!
Prince Tianxu couldn’t sit still.
He flicked sword after sword.
They grew massive mid-flight.
The Empress roared, red robes billowing.
Silver needles erupted from her back like a pear-blossom storm.
Both unleashed their own Dao Intents!
With Dao Intent amplification, their attacks actually made Fu Tianluo wary.
His face twisted.
“Dao Intent… again…”
“Has Dao Intent become this common?!”
His mind nearly exploded.
Ye Shoudao having it was shocking enough.
Now this half-dead swordsman in the sky too?!
Was this not a normal Mid Martial world but a High Martial one?!
Things only seen in High Martial were casual here?!
“Opportunity! Massive opportunity!”
A flash of inspiration.
He realized why Ye Shoudao, Prince Tianxu, and the others all had Dao Intent.
This world must have an easy way to comprehend it!
His heart raced uncontrollably.
His attacks grew fiercer.
Ye Shoudao was drenched in blood, his remaining arm shaking.
Yin Spirit was too strong—an entirely different tier.
But he refused to give up.
Immense pressure tasted like the edge of death.
He would transform in the abyss—ascend to the extreme!
Du Longyang kept attacking, covering the three while steadily mastering his new power.
“You court death!”
When Fu Tianluo sensed Du Longyang growing more proficient—actually beginning to match him—
He realized they were using him as a sparring dummy!
“You dare?!”
These natives dared treat him like training equipment?!
So what if they had Dao Intent?
He was late-stage Spirit Severing!
Even suppressed by twenty percent, late-stage was late-stage!
His compass spun wildly and shot into the sky.
It expanded—becoming a massive blazing sun.
Buzz…
As it spun,
Du Longyang’s expression changed drastically.
A small compass projection appeared above his head, dropping inscription chains.
It sealed and drained his power!
Ye Shoudao, Prince Tianxu, and the Empress were instantly suppressed—their strength falling into deathly stillness.
Fu Tianluo laughed.
The giant compass hovered above him.
“This compass was personally bestowed by the Venerable One of the High Martial Buddha Realm—a quasi-saint artifact! You have Dao Intent? I have a treasure!”
He sneered.
The compass sealed them, siphoning their strength to empower him.
He would only grow stronger.
They would only weaken.
On the sea,
a gentle breeze blew.
Zhulong stood atop the Red Dragon, face tilted toward the sky.
The Red Dragon trembled.
It was only Nascent Soul level—now caught in this tier of battle, it quaked in fear.
Du Longyang roared in fury.
The compass projection above him threatened to lock away all his power.
Quasi-saint artifact?
Du Longyang knew—from the ascetic’s words—that above first-grade spirit tools came saint-tier.
Quasi-saint was the terrifying realm between top first-grade and true saint-tier.
Perhaps only Young Lord Lu’s combined Phoenix Feather Swords could compare!
Du Longyang couldn’t break free.
He was furious.
Powerless.
Dao Intent was strong, but without sufficient force behind it, it was meaningless.
Ye Shoudao’s face flushed red as he tried to draw his blade.
Even sealed, he drew anyway.
Pfft!
The backlash exploded inside him.
His body began to crack!
Fu Tianluo sneered, unconcerned.
Playtime over.
So what if they had Dao Intent?
Countless geniuses with Dao Intent had died by his hand!
Suddenly he sensed something and looked down at the sea.
The four sealed by his quasi-saint artifact were no threat.
Yet a faint feeling of danger prickled him.
On the mirror-like sea, the girl stood, robes fluttering.
Her slender, snow-white neck arched upward.
Fu Tianluo, wrapped in golden armor, smiled at Zhulong.
“Pretty girl, behave. After I destroy this world, I’ll take you home.”
He had destroyed many worlds and abducted many stunning women.
Zhulong stood quietly, long lashes trembling.
His words made her frown.
“Now it’s just you. Why struggle?”
Fu Tianluo walked through the air.
Giant compass above, golden armor clanging.
Buzz…
He vanished—teleporting.
Reappearing only three meters from Zhulong.
ROAR!
The Red Dragon bellowed!
Scales bristled as it spewed scorching flame.
Fu Tianluo tilted his head, flicked a finger.
Immense force blasted the dragon away, white waves towering.
“Now it’s quiet.”
“No one left to disturb our little romance.”
He smiled elegantly at Zhulong.
But a low dragon roar sounded again.
The Red Dragon—stubborn as ever—came charging back.
Fu Tianluo’s smile froze.
Face-slapped too fast.
He flicked again, harder.
Scales exploded off the Red Dragon as it was sent flying once more.
Yet moments later—
Red flames burning, it crawled back again.
Like an unkillable cockroach!
“This cursed world—even a worm dares defy me…”
Fu Tianluo’s face twisted.
He raised his hand.
Golden runes formed a disk before his palm.
Energy swelled.
BOOM!
A beam of pure destruction shot toward the Red Dragon.
Where it passed, seawater evaporated instantly.
Fu Tianluo’s eyes were cold.
This strike would kill it.
No matter how tenacious—no life could survive absolute suppression!
Hm?
His pupils shrank.
The serene girl had somehow stepped directly into the beam’s path.
Wind from the attack whipped her hair wildly.
She raised a delicate fist.
And punched the beam.
“This woman seeks death?”
BANG!
Her tiny fist struck the beam and swung downward.
The energy blast slammed into the seabed.
The entire ocean floor detonated.
Seawater boiled; shockwaves thundered endlessly.
A ring of water pillars shot hundreds of meters into the sky like a cataclysmic storm.
Zhulong stood calmly on the surface.
Wisps of smoke rose from her tender fist.
Fu Tianluo was slightly surprised.
She had blocked his attack.
This girl… was no ordinary person.
Zhulong raised her head, long lashes trembling as she “looked” at him.
Silence.
Only rain-like droplets falling back into the sea.
Fu Tianluo’s brow arched playfully.
Then—
Zhulong moved.
She pointed at the battered but defiant Red Dragon.
Her voice rang clear as pearls on jade:
“This dragon is my little brother.”
…Huh?
Fu Tianluo blinked.
Her eyelids lifted.
The moment Zhulong opened her eyes—
Fu Tianluo felt a bone-deep chill.
An instinctive reaction to mortal danger.
His mind reeled at the absurdity.
This girl… posed a threat to him?!
But then he understood.
Left eye pitch black, right eye blinding white.
Black and white—like yin and yang grinding against each other.
This… was a divine ability!
Fu Tianluo nearly cursed.
With a thought,
his quasi-saint compass unleashed endless runes, wrapping him into a golden sphere of absolute defense.
---
Origin Lake, Heart Island.
Lu Ping’an leaned back in his Thousand-Bladed Chair.
Lines danced in his eyes as he watched the battle over the Vast Sea.
The instant Zhulong opened her eyes,
he chuckled.
“Using a spirit artifact against a girl? What kind of man are you?”
He murmured.
Then reached toward the Spiritual Pressure Chessboard.
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On the sea,
Fu Tianluo exhaled inside his rune sphere.
Zhulong’s divine ability had startled him—he had instinctively triggered the compass’s ultimate defense.
Against an unknown ability, he took no chances.
Suddenly—
A massive spiritual energy palm appeared out of nowhere in the sky.
It seized the compass.
Crack… crack…
Under overwhelming brute force, the runes shattered.
The entire compass was ripped away, vanishing across the horizon in a flash…
The protective runes collapsed.
Fu Tianluo, now exposed, found himself staring straight into Zhulong’s open black-and-white eyes.
He stood there, stunned.
…Where the hell was his compass?!
