<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5281</h2>
A giant golden dragon roared, charging at the sword shadow that filled the space with cracks.
“Bang!”
This collision was more violent than any before.
The entire arena shook violently, and the light of the Soul Locking Formation dimmed instantly, revealing countless cracks.
A terrifying wave of energy spread outward. Even with the Soul Locking Formation blocking the impact, many cultivators in the arena were shocked, their blood surging and retreating dozens of steps.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and the scene on the arena finally came into clear view.
Zhao Jingfeng half-knelt on the ground, the Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand long broken into several pieces. He was covered in blood, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.
A deep wound on his chest, deep enough to see the bone, was the result of David’s “Tenglong Style.”
After that earth-shattering sh, he’d ultimately fallen short, defeated.
Everyone was now in a deathly silence.
No one spoke, their eyes wide with disbelief.
David, an eighth-rank Loose Immortal, had actually defeated a sixth-rank Earth Immortal?
Even if it was a narrow victory, it was still a victory.
David leaned on his Dragon ying Sword, his face equally pale, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, fixed his gaze on Zhao Jingfeng. He relied
solely on swordsmanship, unable to employ other means or force. David’s victory over Zhao Jingfeng was thanks to the swordsmanship Mo Chen had taught him.
Zhao Jingfeng watched David approach him, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.
He knew he had no power to resist.
“I… I surrender!”
Zhao Jingfeng shouted hoarsely, using hisst bit of strength.
He didn’t want to die. As long as he lived, he still had a chance for revenge.
David paused, looking at the defeated Zhao Jingfeng, aplex emotion shing in his eyes.
He slowly raised the Dragon ying Sword, as if wanting to do something, but ultimately restrained his killing intent.
After all, the opponent had already conceded defeat, and killing him in public would inevitably give rise to criticism. Just
as David twisted his wrist, preparing to sheath his sword, a sinister glint shed in Zhao Jingfeng’s eyes. He whipped
out a
short de imbued with deadly poison from his bosom, and with all his remaining spiritual energy, he thrust it into David’s back with lightning speed.
It all happened so quickly, so fast that no one could react.
“Be careful!”
Ling Xue, Mo Chen, and the others cried out in unison, their hearts leaping to their throats.
By the time David sensed the gust of wind behind him, it was toote.
He twisted his body desperately, trying to avoid the vitals, but the short de still pierced his left shoulder. A piercing pain, apanied by a numbness, instantly spread throughout his body.
“Puff!”
David spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled forward a few steps before steadying himself.
He slowly turned and gazed at Zhao Jingfeng, his eyes devoid of hesitation, only cold murderous intent.
“You’re courting death!”
David’s voice emanated from the Netherworld, chilling to the bone.
Seeing his sneak attack had seeded, Zhao Jingfeng’s face crackled with a sinister grin. “Hahaha! David, you didn’t expect that, did you? All’s fair in war! This is the reward for your naiveté!”
He assumed David had been poisoned and would surely die.
However, the next moment, his smile froze.
Suddenly, a brilliant golden light erupted from David’s body. A vast and overwhelming dragon power emanated from him, and the entire arena trembled under its pressure. A golden light
surged from the wound on his left shoulder, instantly purging the poison.
Unbeknownst to Zhao Jingfeng, David’s body was impervious to all poisons.
“The power of the divine dragon…”
David growled, the shadow of a dragon’s pupil appearing in his eyes. His aura steadily rose, and he even showed signs of breaking through to the realm of the Loose Immortal.