Free Web NovelChapter 771: Chapter 312: Shenxiao·Dragon Transformation
He struggled to lift his head and looked at the figure bathed in golden lightning across the street.
His eyes were filled with ultimate horror, disbelief, and...
A trace of bone-deep fear!
Just one punch!
One punch!
Severely injured him, who was at the peak of Tier Three.
What... what kind of monster is this?!
Didn’t the intel say that only the combined forces of the Thunder God and Bail Huo could contend with the Will of a God?!
Him alone...
How could he be so powerful?!
At this moment, Fang Qingyu did not immediately pursue.
Because, in his eyes, these people were destined to die.
And just as he made his move.
An invisible wave descended unexpectedly.
Instantly shrouding the entire area in front of the nightclub, including the ten Martial Saints who had just snapped out of their shock and were ready to pounce, as well as the severely injured A Bao!
The timing of this force field’s appearance was extremely precise.
Just before Fang Qingyu made his move, preventing the destruction of an ordinary residential area from Fang Qingyu’s punch.
Who is it?!
A flash of doubt crossed Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils.
But this thought passed in an instant.
Right now!
The murderous intent was boiling like molten lava!
An isolated battlefield was just fine.
"Kill him——!!!"
On the other side, A Bao coughed up blood and let out a tragic howl.
The ten Tier Three Martial Saints covered by the force field, after their initial shock, suddenly erupted with a vicious killing intent!
They knew very well that the Thunder God was so ruthless and decisive that there was no room for negotiation.
It’s either you die, or I die!
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Ten towering columns of Qi Blood erupted like ten small volcanoes simultaneously.
From all directions!
Like a tightening web of slaughter in an instant.
They pounced fiercely towards the solitary golden figure in the center of the street.
Sealing off all of Fang Qingyu’s escape routes!
And the gravely wounded A Bao, his eyes flashed with a touch of desperate madness.
He slapped the ground hard. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
His body soared into the air.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest and the swirling Qi Blood, he clenched his five fingers like a knife!
The Qi Blood condensed into a sword aura dozens of meters long.
With the sharp momentum of splitting mountains and rivers!
Attacking second but arriving first.
Aimed at the vital spot on Fang Qingyu’s back.
He slashed down fiercely.
The full-scale attack of eleven Tier Three experts.
Among them, a peak Tier Three launched a desperate strike.
Power accumulated!
Momentum connected!
Enough to shatter any peak Tier Three in an instant.
And facing this destructive encirclement that could shred an ordinary peak Tier Three to pieces.
At the center of the force field.
Fang Qingyu leaned on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade, still unmoving.
Under the Thunder Mask.
In the depths of those melted gold vertical pupils, not only was there no panic.
Instead, there rose a touch of... almost cruel excitement.
Fang Qingyu slowly raised his left hand.
Five fingers spread open.
Aimed at the overwhelming, surging eleven destructive attacks.
And also at the thick, turbulent thunderclouds still spinning furiously above.
From his mouth, he uttered four syllables like the ancient dragon’s roar, heavy and majestic:
"Shenxiao..."
"Dragon Transformation!"
Boom——!!!
A dragon’s roar erupted without warning from Fang Qingyu’s body.
From the fingertips of his raised left hand.
Exploded fiercely.
Roar!!
A pillar of dragon-shaped light composed of golden Shenxiao Thunder, shot up from where Fang Qingyu stood.
Straight into the sky!
Rumble...
Above the force field, the thick thunderclouds that were isolated seemed to receive some kind of summons.
Instantly boiling, roaring, tumbling.
Countless thick golden electric snakes madly converged.
The clouds were ripped apart forcefully.
A terrifying giant dragon, a hundred meters long.
Composed of scorching golden Shenxiao Thunder like molten sun.
Dragon horns jagged, dragon eyes like two burning golden suns, dragon body interwoven with countless bolts of rampaging thunder.
The hundred-zhang Thunder Dragon.
Came roaring up with heavenly might.
Under the horrified and despairing eyes of A Bao and the ten Tier Three.
At the moment their attack was about to reach where Fang Qingyu had just been standing.
Eleven attacks capable of collapsing mountains.
Upon touching the dragon body.
Like ice snow thrown into boiling oil.
Instantly vaporized.
Without even causing a ripple!
At the same time.
A Bao and the ten Tier Three Martial Saints, enveloped in golden thunder.
Their faces turned as pale as gold paper in an instant.
Blood spurted wildly from his mouth.
His body was like a fallen leaf caught in a raging storm.
Uncontrollably flung backward through the air.
His eyes filled with extreme terror and disbelief.
"No——!!!"
Abao let out a desperate roar.
He watched helplessly as the golden thunder dragon.
Effortlessly swept away their besiegement.
Its eyes, like two golden suns, coldly fixated on all of them.
Then!
The colossal dragon’s body suddenly moved.
Carrying the overwhelming heavenly might that crushed everything.
Toward this group of insignificant beings, akin to ants.
It fiercely dove down!
Devouring!
"Roar!!!"
The dragon’s destructive roar became the only sound within the force field.
The moment the thunder dragon touched the ground.
Golden light instantly engulfed Abao and the ten Tier Three Martial Saints.
For a moment.
Only the extreme gold remained in the force field.
The ground, like fragile biscuits, was upheaved layer by layer.
The night club amidst the blinding golden light and destructive shock waves.
Collapsed inch by inch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Above the force field, the thick thunderclouds summoned seemed to be completely stirred.
Dozens of golden thunders as thick as barrels.
Violently tore through the clouds.
With perfect precision, bombarded beneath the ocean of destruction.
Adding the most ferocious beats to this symphony of world-annihilation.
...
Two minutes.
Long as two centuries.
The raging golden thunder within the force field finally began to dissipate slowly.
The suffocating destructive waves weakened like a retreating tide.
The night club.
Along with all surrounding buildings within a hundred-meter radius.
Shops, residential buildings, warehouses...
Now completely ruined by the ravaging golden thunder.
Within sight.
Only a charred deep pit over a hundred meters in diameter remained.
Its edges still dancing with countless delicate golden arcs.
The center of the pit.
Charred black.
Filled with a pungent smell of burning and a strong ozone scent.
The pit’s edge.
Where the Lingxiao Association’s convoy was originally parked.
Those valuable luxury cars, not even a single remnant left.
Including that so-called little fourteen, and the later Abao, and other Tiers whatever.
Not a complete corpse remained.
In the pit’s center.
Fang Qingyu’s figure stood quietly.
Leaning on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade, its edge deeply embedded in the ground beneath.
The phantom of Shun’s Dragon Craft entwined around his arms had disappeared.
The two majestic dragon horns atop his head, condensed from Shenxiao, were also hidden.
The golden thunder mask still covered his face.
The melted gold vertical pupils, through the mask’s eyeholes, calmly...
Gazed at the heavy clouds gradually dispersing above.
As if the terrifying battle against eleven, crushing eleven Tier Three elites in an instant.
Was merely a casual swipe of dust.
The pit’s edge.
A silhouette, unnoticed, silently stood there.
He wore an archaic styled black robe, his figure tall and slender.
His face youthful, yet bearing a sense of ancient sagacity.
Standing with hands behind.
Gazing calmly at the figure leaning on the blade and looking skyward at the pit’s bottom.
He looked at the charred ground at the pit’s base, at the completely vanished Lingxiao Association men, at the earth seemingly struck by a meteor.
He remained silent for a few seconds.
Then.
He slowly spoke.
His voice not loud.
Yet piercingly filled the pit’s burning odor.
Clearly echoed in Fang Qingyu’s ears:
"This time."
"You’ve gone too far."
At the pit’s bottom.
Fang Qingyu leaned on the blade, slowly withdrawing his gaze from the sky.
The melted gold vertical pupils, penetrating the thunder mask.
Calmly gazed at the black-robed silhouette at the pit’s edge.
Looking at the three glaring golden question marks floating above the opponent’s head.
His hand gripping the Dragon Sparrow Calamity-Slaying Blade handle tightened slightly.
Then.
The same calm voice.
Clearly resounded.
Carrying a trace of retort:
"Don’t you think."
"They went too far?"
