Chapter 589: . Good, now it's starting to get a little interesting

Book 589. Splendid, this is starting to get somewhat interesting.

“Boom!”

Within the boundlessly vast white expanse. Lin—

Two silhouettes were engaged in a fierce, chaotic clash.

To be precise, the frantic desperation belonged solely to one side.

Aonon Turing’s green hair whipped wildly, the emerald runes spanning his form burning to a brilliant zenith.

His battle intent soared to the heavens, expending raw energy as if it were of no consequence.

The singular green energy he commanded struck through the void, manifesting weight, sickness, light, heat, cold, and tremors.

A kaleidoscopic array of bizarre attributes bloomed in succession.

Countless offensive methods materialized endlessly; Lu Sheng could even faintly discern the traces of his own Stellar Path within a few of the techniques.

“Magnificent,”

Lu Sheng, watching from the periphery, murmured a soft sigh of admiration.

One had to admit that Aonon Turing’s talent remained terrifyingly absolute—an Immortal-grade transcendent physique, once the most illustrious prodigy of the hundred great star zones.

It was no empty reputation.

The green essence he wielded was likely a formidable power of law capable of simulation and replication.

This caused Lu Sheng to involuntarily recall a certain superhero from a comic book in his past life.

The same emerald radiance, relying entirely upon imagination to elevate one's own combat prowess.

It bore a striking resemblance to Aonon Turing.

Yet, even though Aonon Turing had pushed his martial arts expertise to its absolute peak,

Before Hai Jidao, it remained utterly insufficient.

Hai Jidao had not even exerted a fraction of his true might, merely sweeping the skeletal longblade in his hand with casual grace, cleaving out arc after arc of saber-light heavy with the ash of decay and withered despair.

He effortlessly parried Aonon Turing’s flamboyant and intricate onslaught.

“That will suffice.”

Suddenly, Hai Jidao spoke in a soft, low cadence.

A solitary ash-white beam of saber-light tore through the sky of green fire, halting abruptly right above Aonon Turing’s brow.

Aonon Turing froze instantly upon the spot.

Subsequently, the green runic arrays upon his skin dimmed rapidly, one after another.

He appeared somewhat dejected, withdrawing from the fray with a bitter smile.

“The chasm between us is too vast.”

Aonon Turing spoke with a trace of unreconciled frustration, “I cannot even draw near to you.”

“In the future, you will.”

Hai Jidao replied indifferently, then added, “In truth, you might attempt to discard a portion of your superfluous forms, and instead delve deeply into those profound techniques that left the gravest impression upon you.

Your combat efficacy should achieve a far more pronounced ascension.”

“I do indeed harbor such an intention.”

Aonon Turing nodded in thoughtful contemplation; it was evident that this clash with Hai Jidao had yielded significant insights for him.

“Can you discern which branch of law he commands?”

Lu Sheng could not help but inquire.

Beside him, Aonon Turing also raised his gaze in curious anticipation.

Hai Jidao had once mentioned that an Immortal-grade transcendent lifeform’s physique was naturally endowed with at least one manifestation of the power of law.

The strength Aonon Turing wielded was clearly the physical realization of the law within his flesh.

He himself was exceedingly curious as to what manner of law he possessed.

Faced with the query, Hai Jidao pondered for a brief moment before responding, “Many powers of the law side possess intricate characteristics, incapable of being described by mere, simple vocabulary.

I can vaguely perceive what Aonon’s law resembles, but I apologize, for I cannot define it with absolute precision.”

“Then, is it powerful?”

Aonon Turing pressed eagerly.

Hai Jidao glanced at him, his voice level, “Laws are the cornerstones upon which the universe operates; no single law is weak.

The strength of a law resides in the depth to which you master and develop it; it has naught to do with the law itself.”

Though in his heart, Hai Jidao felt nothing but disdain for his own rhetoric.

Laws naturally possessed variances in strength, and the disparity was as vast as heaven and earth.

Just like the Thunder Law that Lu Sheng commanded—it was an exceptionally dominant manifestation of law, possessing a natural, crushing superiority over Aonon Turing’s green elemental law.

However, it was impossible for him to utter such words to Aonon Turing, lest it utterly shatter the youth’s martial heart.

Furthermore, his words were not entirely false; the exact same law, when wielded by different hands, did indeed manifest differences in destructive might that were as night and day.

It relied principally upon the individual; the law itself was indeed secondary.

“Then, compared to the law you command, Lord Hai Jidao? Which is superior?”

Aonon Turing pressed further.

Yet Hai Jidao did not even deign to acknowledge him.

Shifting his gaze toward Lu Sheng, Hai Jidao looked upon him and said, “Shall we begin?”

“We may.”

Lu Sheng nodded, and forthwith walked with Hai Jidao toward the center of the expanse.

The entirety of the training chamber was forged from a species of super-alloy.

Its structural integrity was sufficient to withstand the energy assaults of a thirteenth-stage martial arts powerhouse, and it possessed a memory function.

Even if subjected to destruction, it could restore itself.

This variety of super-alloy was extraordinarily exorbitant in price, typically reserved for strategic-grade starships, yet now it served merely as the walls of a training room.

The primary material, which would in all likelihood never be reclaimed.

This alone spoke volumes of Star Governor Mokodo’s grand, lavish hand.

Lu Sheng and Hai Jidao stood facing one another.

Lu Sheng’s mind was racing with rapid calculations.

He was primarily weighing which methods he should deploy in the coming bout against Hai Jidao.

This was no duel to the death; spiritual attacks were strictly out of the question.

The Blade of Seven Emotions, which already fused two forces of emotional laws, could effortlessly harvest the life of a level-thirteen general-class beast.

...

If he were to unleash it, Hai Jidao would likely perish instantly.

The Glacial Blazing Sun was off-limits as well.

That particular technique was even more preposterous than the Blade of Seven Emotions.

Its destructive power was enough to obliterate a planet; once unleashed, the entire starship would cease to exist.

"If I keep these two trump cards tucked away, that should just about do it."

Lu Sheng thought to himself, and having made his decision, he lifted his gaze to look at Hai Jidao before him, saying, "I am ready."

Hai Jidao nodded, just about to speak.

Suddenly, he heard Lu Sheng append another remark: "In the battle ahead, Master Hai Jidao, please be absolutely careful.

If you find yourself unmatched, you may call a halt at any time."

"Ha—"

Hai Jidao froze, and then almost let out a sharp laugh.

As the chief instructor of this special training, he was being told to be careful by Lu Sheng, a mere student. Was this a joke—

Wait!

Hai Jidao suddenly shuddered, as if a sudden memory had jolted him.

He had almost forgotten.

Lu Sheng was someone who had actually slain two level-thirteen general-class beasts.

He was not like Aonong Turing.

He was not merely a super-aberrant genius of transcendent talent.

He was a genuine powerhouse, through and through, possessing level-thirteen combat capability!

In an instant, Hai Jidao’s entire aura underwent a drastic transformation.

The leisurely, casual demeanor he had shown while mentoring Aonong Turing vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented gravity and a battle intent that was rapidly coalescing bit by bit.

"Very well."

Lu Sheng saw Hai Jidao shift to a two-handed grip on his blade, light gathering within his eyes.

A faint, satisfied smile appeared on Lu Sheng's face.

He nodded and said, "Now, this is getting a little interesting."

With that, Lu Sheng took a soft step forward.

In the duration of this single step.

His eyes turned to ash-gray.

His black hair transformed into a brilliant white-gold.

Divine patterns quietly emerged across his body.

With this single step.

It was as though Lu Sheng had completed a perfect metamorphosis from a mere mortal into a deity of the starry cosmos.

The entire cultivation chamber grew brilliantly illuminated, as if countless rising suns had abruptly materialized.

Saya was dressed in a tailored, vintage formal suit.

His hair had been meticulously trimmed, and his entire appearance had been finely groomed.

He had finally recovered some of the vanished splendor of the eldest young master of the Lairsas family.

Yet at this moment, his brows were tightly knit, and he paced back and forth within the room, appearing somewhat anxious and uneasy.