Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques

Even though they were merely spectators, they felt an overwhelming fear deep within their souls.

Lu Changsheng, however, seemed completely indifferent to the reverberations around him.

His gaze remained fixed on Taoist Monarch Qingxuan.

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan appeared somewhat surprised.

It wasn't Xia Chengfeng, nor was it Zhao Yujian—rather, it was this Lu Changsheng who, among the three, seemed to be the strongest?

But, how could that be possible?

Though Qingxuan hailed from the Great Sun Immortal Sect, he had heard some rumors about Lu Changsheng.

He had been cultivating his Dao Foundation for just over a year, certainly less than two.

How strong could someone be in less than two years?

"Interesting."

"I originally thought Xia Chengfeng and Zhao Yujian brought you to this secret realm to broaden your horizons, but I didn't expect—you're the one truly hiding your strength."

"Still, you don't believe you can oppose me, do you?"

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan waved his hand.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Array flags flew out instantly.

Suddenly, the entire void was sealed.

And it wasn't merely the void being restricted.

Even if the void were to shatter, Lu Changsheng would still be trapped within the formation.

This secret realm was a large-scale one, unusual in that it contained spiritual energy.

Because of the presence of nature's spiritual energy, deploying various spells and array flags here posed no problems.

In fact, due to the weaker natural laws within the secret realm, the spells and formations cast by a Foundation Establishment Daoist Monarch carried terrifying power.

"Absolute Evil Array!"

"Even a peak-level Dao Foundation martial artist wielding four laws is doomed to die!"

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, not even bothering to use any magical treasures.

In his mind, there was no need.

Dealing with Dao Foundation martial artists was simply too easy.

After all, Dao Foundation martial artists lacked proficiency in formation arts.

Once caught in a formation, the only way out was brute force to break it.

But brute force requires power several times greater than the formation itself.

If one were a top-tier Foundation Establishment Daoist Monarch, proficient in formation arts, Taoist Monarch Qingxuan might hesitate to utilize his formation, fearing it could be countered.

Unfortunately, Lu Changsheng was merely a Dao Foundation martial artist.

In Qingxuan's eyes, martial artists were nothing more than brutes.

Unskilled in formation arts, reliant only on strength, they were laughably easy to deal with.

He didn't even need to personally act—his formation alone could easily slay a peak-level Dao Foundation.

At this moment, inside the formation.

Everyone could witness the swirling Evil Qi within the array.

Wherever the Evil Qi traversed, even top-tier Dao Foundations were left scrambling, their bodies collapsing under its relentless corrosion.

And yet, Lu Changsheng remained unmoved.

"Boom."

The next moment, his brain domain descended.

Lu Changsheng's brain domain materialized, unleashing a pressure as overwhelming as a mountain toppling down onto Taoist Monarch Qingxuan.

"Hm?"

"This pressure..."

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan abruptly lifted his head.

The smile on his face gradually froze.

He had witnessed the brain domains of Dao Foundation martial artists before.

But a mere brain domain exuding such formidable pressure and aura—this was something he had never encountered.

Even with four laws...

As that thought crossed his mind, Qingxuan's eyes widened.

What was he seeing?

Inside Lu Changsheng's brain domain, rays of light flickered ceaselessly.

Each ray represented one law.

One law, two laws, three laws, four laws, five laws, six laws!

A full six laws!

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan had encountered numerous top-tier Dao Foundations in his time.

He had seen Dao Foundations that mastered five laws.

However, a top-tier Dao Foundation mastering six laws—this, even for Qingxuan, was something he had only heard of in legends, never once witnessed personally.

But now, in this moment, Qingxuan saw it with his own eyes—a top-tier Dao Foundation wielding six laws!

"Six laws. How is this possible?"

For the first time, Taoist Monarch Qingxuan's composed and confident demeanor broke, replaced by a look of astonishment.

The revelation of six laws struck him deeply.

He didn't believe six laws were merely for show.

Among Dao Foundation martial artists, it was an accepted truth—the greater the number of laws, the stronger the individual.

Now, as Lu Changsheng's brain domain descended, just the six laws within it were enough to contend against Qingxuan's Absolute Evil Array.

The Evil Qi raged incessantly.

But Lu Changsheng stayed within his brain domain, with the six laws encircling him as shields—the Evil Qi simply could not penetrate the power of his six laws.

However, even Lu Changsheng's six laws were insufficient to shatter the Absolute Evil Array.

He had to resort to divine techniques.

"Fire."

Instantly, flames surged into a raging inferno.

The fire ignited across the entire brain domain.

"Divine Art, Flame Flow."

With a mere thought, Lu Changsheng unleashed his Flame Flow technique at the level of perfection.

The boundless flames gradually transformed into a magma-like force, obliterating everything in its path.

Even the Absolute Evil Array was no exception.

The Evil Qi was pervasive, yet under Flame Flow, the Evil Qi ignited, eventually burning into ashes.

"Crack."

In mere moments, cracks spread across the Absolute Evil Array—it could no longer withstand.

As even the Evil Qi combusted, the Absolute Evil Array naturally shattered.

"What?!"

"My Absolute Evil Array, broken so easily?"

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan's expression shifted dramatically once more.

He understood Lu Changsheng's six laws and powerful brain domain—this much, Qingxuan had grasped clearly.

Yet the divine technique Lu Changsheng executed—a composite technique apparently fusing three laws—why was its power so frighteningly overwhelming?

Normally, even composite techniques combining four laws would struggle to break through his Absolute Evil Array.

But Lu Changsheng's Flame Flow divine art had shattered it in one strike.

"This divine technique—is it perfected?"

Taoist Monarch Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Though his heart was shaken, his analytical prowess had not wavered, nor had his observational skills dulled.

He began to piece together the reason.