Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 666 - 361 Break the Dragon

Chapter 666: 361 Break the Dragon

Before their eyes, the fist thrown by the young man in white transformed into a dazzling, diamond-like light that sprayed forth in an erratic display, eventually shaping into a silver-gleaming white dragon in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The white dragon ascended to the heavens, its dragon chant shaking the sky!

The Rising Dragon Fist shot straight towards Fang Zhixing, its immense fist power seemingly carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth.

"White Dragon! You are of the Imperial Family!"

Fang Zhixing’s gaze flashed, instantly discerning the young man’s background, realizing he indeed had the Imperial Bloodline.

Moreover, the young man’s every move was ferociously fierce, surpassing even Prince Chi’an in strength without falling short anywhere.

Take the "Rising Dragon Fist" for example, the fist skill’s finesse and its terrifying power made the Python Emperor Fist unworthy even to carry its shoes.

"This person must be a direct descendant of the Imperial Family!"

Fang Zhixing’s mind stirred, his lips faintly curling into a smile, his fighting spirit boiling.

Suddenly, he revealed his Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Dharma Form.

"Hmph! A mere trifle, you dare flaunt your minor skills before me, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

Fang Zhixing was undaunted, his whole body radiating golden light as he swooped down.

His Divine Majesty was unsurpassable!

Take my palm!

Boom!

The silver white dragon trembled all over, as if it had slammed into an iron plate, completely unable to shake the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Dharma Form.

The Rising Dragon Fist immediately shattered!

It was suppressed on the spot!

The young man in white grunted, watching in shock as his right fist suddenly burst open.

Blood streamed from the broken wrist!

"So unyielding?"

The young man in white’s face was full of disbelief as he was slapped flying by a palm, dropping into the sea like a broken kite.

Sploosh~

The surface of the sea exploded!

The young man plummeted to the sea bottom, only halting after descending more than a hundred meters.

"Wow!"

He coughed out a large mouthful of blood, quickly staining the seawater red, his complexion turning pale.

"So strong!"

The young man in white had a grim expression as he swam upwards, breaking the surface shortly after.

He shook his bloodied and mangled right wrist.

The destroyed right hand regrew before his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it was as good as new.

Fang Zhixing stood with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering, as if a divine Buddha had descended, and from his lofty position, he said, "Will you continue fighting?"

The young man in white was about to move again when he suddenly caught a glimpse, out of the corner of his eye, of his own blood stealthily flying towards Fang Zhixing.

"Bloodthirsty?" his eyes narrowed slightly, a bad premonition emerging as he couldn’t help but clap and sigh, "Impressive, defeating you is quite difficult!"

Fang Zhixing knew the other still had cards to play and didn’t stint his praise: "You’re also very impressive, a fist that shatters all methods, I have never seen anyone cultivate a fist skill to such a pure realm."

The young man in white chuckled, responding, "Let’s stop here for today, I’ll fight you again tomorrow."

Fang Zhixing’s lips slightly lifted, and he nodded, "As you wish."

The young man in white saluted and turned to fly back to the giant ship, disappearing into the cabin with a flash.

Fang Zhixing’s face was contemplative for a moment, only moving when the giant ship approached, gracefully descending to the Second Layer.

Almost simultaneously, numerous strands of Divine Soul Perception quickly retracted from his body.

The battle just now had attracted the attention of countless masters.

Fang Zhixing was unconcerned as he walked straight to his room.

As he arrived at the door, he ran into the old Master Mo Shouju.

"Master, greetings."

Fang Zhixing gave a respectful bow.

He showed high reverence for this legendary Confucianism figure whose influence spanned two dynasties.

Mo Shouju stroked his beard, his tone gentle as he smiled and asked, "Fang, why were you fighting with a high-ranking member of the Imperial Family so early in the morning?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "It was just a casual spar, I didn’t know he was from the Imperial Family at first."

Mo Shouju continued, "That person is not simple, he seems to have used the ’Destructive Dragon Fist,’ a ferocious attack designed to overpower."

Such a powerful counter!

Indeed, the young man in white had shattered the Tai Chi Pattern with a single punch.

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows, surprised, "Different Imperial Family members cultivate different Divine Skills?"

Prince Chu, Prince Hailiu, Prince Chi’an!

Each high-ranking member of the Imperial Family encountered by Fang Zhixing used remarkably different Martial Arts.

It hardly seemed like they belonged to the same Cultivation Series!

Mo Shouju chuckled and explained, "Imperial authority is supreme, with a clear hierarchy.

Lower-ranking members of the Imperial Bloodline can only cultivate lower-level Divine Skills.

For example, a Vassal King cultivates the ’Python Emperor Fist,’ its power merely sufficient to govern a province."

On the other hand, a Prince has the right to choose the Divine Skill that best suits him, creating his own style and sweeping across all opponents.

Then there’s the most essential direct descendants of the Imperial Family; they cultivate the most profound ’Nine Dragon True Emperor Diagram.’"

Fang Zhixing exclaimed, curious, "What’s so mystical about this technique?"

Mo Shouju elaborated carefully, "The dragon has nine sons, each one different. It’s said that the Nine Dragon True Emperor Diagram seals the souls of nine Divine Dragons and records the nine great Divine Dragon Dharma Forms.

Direct descendants of the Imperial Family can awaken their ’Lifebound Dragon’ by meditating on the Nine Dragon True Emperor Diagram, thus obtaining a Cultivation Series perfectly suited to themselves, unlocking infinite potential and boundless growth opportunities.

The person who fought you, his Lifebound Dragon is ’Destructive Dragon,’ immensely powerful and getting stronger when facing stronger opponents."

Fang Zhixing quickly understood and exclaimed, "No wonder the Imperial Family is so rich in heritage; even a single aspect is enough to shock the world."

Mo Shouju paused for a moment and then cautioned, "Once a direct descendant of the Imperial Family enters the Returning to Truth Realm, they naturally awaken a variety of Divine Skills, one of which is extremely terrifying and known as ’Destructive Dragon Breath.’

This ’Destructive Dragon Breath’ is also varied, with effects differing from person to person, but regardless of the type, its power is fearsomely unmatched, capable of killing a Returning to Truth Realm master of the same tier."

"Dragon Breath..."

Fang Zhixing felt a chill in his heart, suddenly enlightened.

The white-clad young man had indeed given him an intermittent sense of danger.