Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

Chapter 268 Human-Dragon Form, One-Handed Block of a Two-Meter Lightsaber!

The blood mist still lingered in the air, carrying a sweet, metallic smell, and slowly settled on the ruins of the basalt arena.

There were no screams.

Because the person who speaks out has become a molecule.

The area around the training ground was eerily silent.

Tens of thousands of disciples remained craning their necks to watch, but their eyes had changed from initial fervent anticipation to frozen terror.

Lin Tian, ​​ranked among the top ten of the true disciples, is a level 25 Spirit Master.

That's it...gone?

Before it could even unleash a proper skill animation, it was blasted into dust by the sheer wind pressure of that punch.

"Glug."

In the crowd, the sound of someone swallowing saliva was amplified infinitely in the quiet square.

Seeing that no one dared to speak, Lu Sheng sighed, seemingly bored with this one-sided situation.

He put his hands back in his pockets and glanced at the group of disciples who were already stiff with fear.

"Weren't you shouting pretty loudly just now? Who said they wanted to be the first to challenge me? Come out here."

As far as the eye could see, the crowd receded as if the tide were going out.

Those core disciples who were just shouting "The True Dragon is a joke" now wished they could bury their heads in their crotches, their whole bodies trembling as if they were breakdancing.

Scared.

I'm genuinely scared.

This isn't a friendly exchange; it's a massacre!

"Lu Sheng! You...you've gone too far!"

Finally, someone couldn't withstand the suffocating pressure and broke down screaming.

A young man dressed in a white robe and carrying a long sword stepped out from the crowd.

His face was deathly pale, but his eyes burned with a furious rage called "despair".

The third-ranked disciple is Wang Jian.

"We're all from the same sect! It was just a friendly spar, and you actually tried to kill me?!" Wang Jian pointed at Lu Sheng, his finger trembling. "This is demonic behavior! Do you even respect the rules of Ascension Island?!"

"rule?"

Lu Sheng looked as if he had heard a joke, and an exaggerated smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his finger and pointed to the grand hall shrouded in clouds high in the sky.

"Old Li said, no mercy. That's the rule for today."

Lu Sheng took a step forward, his shoes making a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound as they stepped on the gravel.

"Besides, don't talk to me about camaraderie. If that palm strike had landed, I'd be a pile of minced meat right now. Would you stand up and accuse Lin Tian of going too far then?"

Wang Jian was speechless, his face turning a deep liver color.

"The law of the jungle prevails; that's the truth of this shitty world."

Lu Sheng's aura began to rise, becoming an even more violent and blatant killing intent than before.

"Since you think I'm ruthless, then show me what you're capable of and kill me, otherwise..."

Lu Sheng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his gaze sweeping over Wang Jian and the other disciples behind him, each possessing an equally powerful aura.

"Don't blame me for crushing you so-called 'prodigies' one by one."

"Arrogant!!"

Wang Jian laughed in anger, and suddenly drew his long sword from behind him, the clear sound of the sword ringing out throughout the entire arena.

"Fellow disciples! This boy has already fallen into demonic possession! If we let him establish his authority today, where will we have a place on Ascending Immortal Island in the future?!"

Wang Jian turned around and roared at the top-tier disciples behind him, "Zhao Feng! Sun Lie! Stop hiding! If you don't want to kneel like dogs in front of him in the future, come at me with me!"

Two powerful auras surged into the sky from the crowd.

A burly man wielding a giant shield and a red-haired youth engulfed in flames emerged with grim faces.

The fourth in line of true teachings is Zhao Feng.

The fifth true disciple is Sun Lie.

The three stood in a triangular formation, exchanged glances, and saw the resolute determination in each other's eyes.

I can't beat him in a one-on-one fight.

Then let's gang up on them!

"All core disciples, heed my command!" Wang Jian raised his longsword high, his spiritual pressure surging. "Form the 'Three Talents Demon-Slaying Formation'! Today, we will cleanse the sect of its filth!"

"yes!!!"

Under the pressure of life and death, the originally fearful crowd was instead aroused with a ferocious fighting spirit like cornered beasts.

Swish swish!

Hundreds of core disciples with strength of level 15 or above leaped into the arena and stood in specific positions. Each of them summoned a spiritual weapon, and the spiritual energy resonated, causing a chilling aura to soar into the sky.

Looking at the massive formation that had formed in an instant, Lu Sheng not only did not stop it, but instead raised an eyebrow with interest.

"That's more like it."

He twisted his neck, making a popping sound like popping beans.

"It saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

On the training ground, the weather changed dramatically.

With hundreds of core disciples as the foundation and three top disciples as the eyes, the "Three Talents Demon-Slaying Formation" was formed instantly.

A massive amount of spiritual energy gathered together and condensed in the air into a giant lightsaber that was two hundred meters long. The blade was surrounded by the dual blessing of raging fire and thick earth, and the pressure it emitted even caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

This power is already very close to the strike of a high-level spiritual master (level 30)!

"Lu Sheng! Prepare to die!!"

Wang Jian roared and swung his long sword down fiercely.

Boom—!

As if he had heard the command, the giant lightsaber in the air slammed down towards the tiny black figure in the center of the arena with a devastating force!

This attack blocked all escape routes.

There's no way to avoid it!

Tens of thousands of disciples watching held their breath, and many even closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the carnage that was about to unfold.

however.

Lu Sheng, who was at the eye of the storm, simply raised his head slowly.

He looked at the lightsaber, powerful enough to flatten a mountain, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

next second.

hold head high--!!!

An ancient, desolate, yet extremely domineering dragon roar suddenly erupted from Lu Sheng's body without warning!

It wasn't a sound simulated by a spiritual source, but a roar originating from the depths of one's bloodline!

"Human-Dragon Form...Activate!"

Click click click!

With a sickening cracking sound, Lu Sheng's originally slender body instantly grew to 2.5 meters tall.

Fine, dark gold dragon scales covered his entire body like a tide, with complex patterns of laws flowing across each scale.

On either side of his forehead, two prominent dragon horns pierced his skin and spiraled upwards.

The hands that originally belonged to humans have been transformed into ferocious dragon claws capable of tearing through steel.

boom!

The giant lightsaber slammed into Lu Sheng.

There was no bloodshed as expected.

There were no screams as expected.

Only a deafening clang of metal rang out, making everyone present feel a sharp pain in their eardrums.

clang--!

Sparks flew everywhere, and smoke filled the sky.

When the smoke cleared, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Lu Sheng remained standing in place, his feet sinking half a foot into the ground. He simply used his left arm, covered in dragon scales, to hold the two-hundred-meter-long light sword horizontally above his head.

Unharmed!

Not even a scratch was broken on its dark gold scales!

P.S.: Let me explain why I haven't been updating as much lately. First, it's been too cold, my hands are freezing, and my family is a bit poor—we don't have air conditioning, we only have coal briquettes. Second, I'm thinking of starting a new book. The theme is a post-apocalyptic fantasy where the protagonist gains a Shadow Power System. Just imagining the protagonist wielding an atomic sword to slay hordes of nuclear-exploded zombies sounds pretty good. Of course, there will be a harem, which you all love. I'll create the ultimate overpowered protagonist story that you all enjoy. What do you guys think? Otherwise, my family will really be starving. I advise all you aspiring novelists: you might not make any money, but you'll get a lot of criticism. People with bad tempers can easily get depressed from all the criticism...