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Boom!
The combined attack of the dragons landed on the mirror, making it shake a bit. Black energy then formed vortexes on its surface, sucking up the power into those abysses.
[This can’t be!]
The three pairs of huge draconic eyes shuddered in disbelief at the weird mirror. “Domain soul Imperial Mark, it can devour anything!”
“Even so, we unleashed our Draconic Waves, not something a mere Imperial Mark could absorb. Just how was that domain soul formed to be so tough and take it on?”
Hei Long cried out, staring at the black mirror with fear.
[The kid’s father is a monster as well, defying all logic.]
Whoosh~
Rumbling came from the mirror as black dragon claws emerged from the vortexes, shooting straight for the dragons in the sky.
Crack~
The dragons were still out of it, only waking up when there were five black claws on them. Those claws were hard as diamonds, making the dragon Emperors unable to break out of them.
“What the hell are these things? Agh…”
The black dragon claws pulled one dragon into the mirror. He howled just before his end came, followed by many other dragons.
The sky was filled with draconic howls one second, then eerie still the next, with the sun shining on the remaining three dragon Saints.
The dragons and Danqing Shen’s group gasped.
[What kind of Imperial Mark did Zhuo Fan make? How is it that insane? We barely get to hold our own against one, yet he finishes all of them like nothing.]
[This is the power of the pillar of the Luo clan!
Clap~
The dumbstruck humans and dragons snapped out at the sudden sound.
They found out the dragons had black claws on them as well, unable to break free.
They got to experience for themselves the terror of their fellow dragons. The claws were strong, stronger than them.
But they still couldn’t get why a human would have such a deadly Imperial Mark.
They didn’t have the time to make sense of any of it, stuck in a dire situation. Despite being Saints, these humans could actually kill them, especially now that the true monster was here.
The three dragons exchanged a glance and used all their power to fly around.
Clap~
The black dragon claws that foiled dragon Emperors stood no chance against the Saints, breaking down.
Despite that, they chose to flee with a flick of their tail instead of pursuing the fight.
[Curses, we screwed up badly! Just you wait until we’re back with a real army, then we’ll flatten you and rescue our people!]
“Leaving so soon? I’ll go stop them!” Sword Child sneered.
“Sword Child, stop. I’ll do it.” A shout reached him.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Fan flashed in the sky and the Heaven Devouring Wraith Mirror entered his body.
Looking at the parting dragons, he had a nasty smirk. He vanished from his spot and appeared before the trio.
“So fast!”
The dragons stammered from shock, “What skill was that to catch up to a dragon Saint’s speed?”
[Is he that monstrous? He won’t be easy to deal with!]
[But we’re not about to just keel over just because you stopped us! Humph, even the human Saints have trouble against us!]
The three demons shared a look and flicked their tails as they charged.
Fighting against an unknown like Zhuo Fan could lead to annihilation, but a sudden charge was not something a human could stop either.
The sudden display of power caused the sky to sport black cracks from the three waves of light, while the world around was devastated by a fierce storm.
Alas, they happened to meet not just anyone, but Zhuo Fan who inherited four Sovereign paths…
Raising his Qilin arm, Zhuo Fan stood calmly, giving off an eerie vibe as the unleashed storm had no effect on him.
Qilin Tyrant Fist!
He faced the mighty attacks with but a fist. It flashed scarlet for a moment, then it exploded like a volcano.
Boom!
The world around them shook under the deafening explosion, with the sky now replaced by a gigantic black hole. The dragons felt their heads overcome by a searing pain as blood flowed down their faces.
The huge bodies spun a dozen times before they could straighten and look at Zhuo Fan’s grin with fear.
[How is this possible?]
[He’s just a peak Emperor and blocked us with a punch. Just how…]
They recalled Sword Child.
[This guy is the freak’s father. Then he must be even worse. His son’s body is an abomination and so must the father!]
The dragons grew tense, their blood running cold.
[This is bad. We might not get out of this alive…]
The audience was bug-eyed. Just a punch stopped the three dragons.
[Steward Zhuo is even more of a monster now.]
“Damn it, why are we even further behind him?” Baili Jingtian gnashed his teeth.
Baili Yulei chuckled and shook his head.
Bali Yuyu entrusted him to look after Baili Jingtian. Now there was no point. Each time they broke through, Zhuo Fan would always stand the highest. It got so bad that it became a gulf between them.
[Now we can’t even touch him.]
[Yuyu, you can rest easy now, ha-ha-ha…]
Zhuo Fan did not finish the dragons, cupping his hands, “Dragon friends, it’s been ages.”
“You knew we’d come?”
“Word travels fastest in Gambling Town. News of wielding a dragon scale sacred weapon would one day reach the dragons and that would mean you’d come here.” “
“You mean this was all a trap?”
Bai Long gasped, “What are you? What do you want? What are you humans up to? Do you want the Sacred Mountains to wage war with us again?”
Zhuo Fan had a vague smile, “Seniors, we’re unrelated to the Sacred Mountains. I only wish to invite you over for a few days and talk.”
“Anything you wish to say, you can do it back in our Dragon Lands!” Bai Long shouted with unease.
Zhuo Fan sighed, “I see you don’t believe me. Sorry in advance for making it hard on you, elders. Shadow Bind!”
Zhuo Fan flashed next to them and three shadows shot from Zhuo Fan and wrapped around them, preventing them from moving…
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Where are the little sacred beasts and Ye Lin? They didnt even talk about them
Thanks for the chapter
thanxx 👑
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