Free Web NovelChapter 407: Chapter 390: The Dragon Emperor’s Might
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Purple Cloud Fairy of the Flower Fairy Sect also threw out the Ziwei Flower in her hand. In an instant, a colossal Ziwei Array appeared between heaven and earth, directly trapping the Golden Dragon as it prepared to dodge.
The other Great Perfection Cultivators acted in perfect concert, striking at the same moment. They intended to annihilate the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon King in a single blow.
Mo Chen sighed. ’Even a Giant Dragon that could be called perfect can’t be invincible forever. A single opening is all the Human Cultivators need to seize their chance.’
’Perhaps the unpredictable nature of the Celestial Dao, and the dreamlike, illusory path to immortality, is the greatest punishment for Human Cultivators.’
The Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon clearly realized it could no longer withstand such an attack. In its prime, how could these ants have possibly harmed it? But the pride of the Dragon Race would not allow it to fall into human hands.
A brilliant golden light erupted from the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon King’s body.
"Not good! It’s going to self-destruct its Inner Core!"
This was the predicament Human Cultivators faced. They could kill a Giant Dragon, but it was incredibly difficult to stop it from self-destructing its Inner Core.
But just then, the explosive golden light from the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon King suddenly dimmed. Everyone was overjoyed and simultaneously strengthened the Magic in their hands. The Golden Dragon King’s life must have run out; it didn’t even have the strength left to self-destruct.
RUMBLE...
The exploding light of Elemental Power formed an Annihilation Burst that detonated in mid-air.
The eyes of Hei Wuchang and the others burned with excitement. Very few things could excite them to this degree anymore, but a Golden Dragon King was more than enough.
When the Elemental Power dissipated, everyone was stunned. A middle-aged man had appeared in front of the Golden Dragon. The Golden Dragon King nuzzled the man with its head, its eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
The middle-aged man struck in that same instant. He moved without a sound, yet his every motion seemed to move heaven and earth along with him. He appeared before Hei Wuchang in a flash and threw a punch.
Hei Wuchang’s Ghost Claw immediately ignited with black energy and lashed out. But that ordinary-looking punch shattered his Ghost Claw directly. All Hei Wuchang could feel was the fury of a Giant Dragon.
BOOM...
In an instant, the middle-aged man’s figure reappeared before Ziwei Fairy. He threw another deadly punch. Ziwei Fairy’s body flickered and she instantly dodged, but the punch seemed to tear through space itself and still struck her.
The entire sequence of events happened in the blink of an eye. The dozen or so Great Perfection Cultivators present were all sent flying almost simultaneously.
Mo Chen sighed. ’So this is a legendary master from the Dragon Race. They disappeared for hundreds of years, and now one has reappeared. Is this a coincidence, or is there a reason for it?’
"Dragon Race!" Hei Wuchang ground out the two words through clenched teeth, his heart filled with absolute terror. The Dragon Race and the Demon Race hadn’t been seen for a very, very long time. It was widely believed they had been wiped out or had found the path to ascension. Otherwise, Human Cultivators wouldn’t have dared to barge into the Dragon Cave so recklessly. Who would have thought they would actually encounter the Dragon Race here?
The moment the Dragon Race member attacked, the power was earth-shattering. Among all the people present, not a single one dared to make a move.
The middle-aged man stroked the Golden Dragon King’s horn and performed a Dragon Race rite. "Go. Find your final resting place. May your noble soul return to the Other Shore of rebirth."
The Golden Dragon King let out a roar, and its massive body transformed into a streak of golden light, rushing into the Dragon Cave. No one else dared to block its path. The Dragon Race was the Imperial Family among Giant Dragons, and this particular member was clearly in his prime.
"Human Cultivators, my Dragon Race has returned. Those who offend our Dragon Power will be shown no mercy!"
"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"
Feeling the killing intent radiating from the middle-aged man, Hei Wuchang and the others attacked almost instantly. At a time like this, the Great Perfection masters held nothing back, unleashing their ultimate techniques. The heavens shook and the earth trembled. Hei Wuchang actually transformed into a colossal Demon Form, his massive Ghost Claw swiping at the middle-aged man.
A sneer touched the corner of Tu Mu’s mouth. He threw a punch, and the sky itself seemed to cave in. In that instant, half of Hei Wuchang’s body was swallowed by the void.
Liuu Rufeng’s Ten Thousand Swords Light arrived, but it struck Tu Mu’s body like raindrops.
AROOOOO~~~~
A dragon’s roar blasted out. Liuu Rufeng’s body suddenly froze, and blood instantly poured from all seven of his orifices.
Dragon Sound Brainwashing!
A Great Perfection master had been killed by the sheer force of the sound.
Seeing that the situation had turned dire, the others immediately scattered and fled. The smile on Tu Mu’s face was chillingly cold as streaks of golden light tore across the sky.
Ziwei Fairy materialized from the void, her Sea of Heart pierced through.
One by one, the other Great Perfection Cultivators materialized from the void, completely unable to escape.
Mo Chen’s expression was solemn. ’To be able to witness the legendary Dragon Battle Qi before I die... I suppose it’s not a total loss.’
Humans have Elemental Power in their bodies; the Dragon Race has Dragon Power. This creates a huge, Innate difference. The Dragon Race can match even the most powerful Demon Kings. They possess tyrannical talent, invincible potential, transcendent wisdom... and an incredibly long lifespan.
’Today, I finally witnessed it for myself.’
Not a single person on the scene was spared; all of them were annihilated. The cultivators secretly watching the battlefield from a distance were also stunned by this scene.
’Who is this person? He can tame a Giant Dragon and slaughter Great Perfection Cultivators as easily as taking something out of his pocket.’
SWOOSH. The middle-aged man landed in front of Mo Chen.
Mo Chen was fearless, yet he still felt an immense pressure that penetrated deep into his soul. ’This Tu Mu’s status within the Dragon Race must be anything but low.’
"What does the Dragon Race want?" As a Human Cultivator, Mo Chen still asked this foolish question.
Tu Mu glanced at the Dragon Cave. "There are some things that must be done, but not what you’re thinking. That little friend went inside too?"
"Yes. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first," Mo Chen said, blowing a smoke ring.
Tu Mu shook his head slightly. "The Celestial Dao has its own calculus. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Besides, I cannot kill him."
Mo Chen stared gravely at Tu Mu, this member of the Dragon Race whom he had just met. "You... cannot kill him?"
Tu Mu smiled. "Humans are always deluded by the world’s illusions. He carries the Celestial Dao with him. He cannot be killed."
Mo Chen was shocked. He was the only one who understood the principle behind "cannot be killed." A being on Tu Mu’s level was likely beyond his comprehension. But the closer one gets to the Celestial Dao, the more constrained one is by the Power of Laws. Any form of defiance could trigger a Celestial Tribulation. Mo Chen only understood this in theory; he couldn’t truly experience it.
There was something about Wang Meng that was in harmony with the Celestial Dao—or perhaps, he even represented it. This was why Mo Chen had always had a strange feeling about him. It was the intuition of a Great Perfection Cultivator on the verge of death, an insight that surpassed his own power.
"Perhaps we will meet again."
Tu Mu smiled faintly, his body flickered, and he vanished without a trace. Mo Chen’s pupils contracted. ’That wasn’t the Shrinking Earth into Inches magic,’ he marveled inwardly. ’He probably tore through space directly. The Dragon Race’s tyrannical bodies and infinite power are truly astounding.’
At this point, Mo Chen understood. Tu Mu probably hadn’t come for the Dragon Tomb. The Dragon Race tended to follow the Way; he had likely been passing by and simply couldn’t stand to watch any longer. But this news was still enough to shake the world. The Dragon Race, unseen for a thousand years, had reappeared. This revelation was enough to cause a tremor throughout the Star Alliance.
And then Mo Chen realized something else, something even more important!
A crucial factor that he had overlooked this entire time!
Wang Meng!
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