Slaying the Dragon and Cutting Down the Peng

"Boom!"

A terrifying force descended from the sky, whipping Ning Xuanyuan's robes and sending his long hair flying. He looked up and saw a dragon's form hurtling toward him with a roar. Its terrifying demonic might seemed capable of crushing heaven and earth, and the void trembled.

Though Ao Mo, a dragon prince of the Demon Dragon Clan, was arrogant and overbearing, his strength was truly extraordinary. The Demon Dragon Clan had many dragon princes, and for him to stand out among them, his talent and strength were clearly both first-rate.

Unfortunately, the one he faced was Ning Xuanyuan.

Dazzling light bloomed around Ning Xuanyuan's body, brilliant beyond compare. An overwhelming presence surged straight into the ninth heaven, making him look like a young god of war, unrivaled under heaven.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing saber cry rang out, shaking the heavens. A straight line of light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, seemingly cleaving even the void in two. The light was unimaginably fast, like true lightning.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, Ao Mo's enormous dragon body suddenly stiffened. A bloody line had appeared across his massive dragon head.

The bloody line raced down his body. Then, with a bang, his body split straight down the middle. Astonishingly, he had been cut in two with a single saber strike!

Evil Emperor Inheritance, Sword-and-Saber Divine Art: One Saber Cuts Through the Void!

Everyone present stared with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. With a single saber strike, Ning Xuanyuan had slain Ao Mo on the spot, powerful as he was!

There was nothing fancy about it. Just one strike, one fatal strike!

Everyone froze, staring at the scene in disbelief. That was Ao Mo, a dragon prince of the Demon Dragon Clan! A great demon of the Life Palace Realm! Even among the younger generation across the Ancient Eight Domains, he was unquestionably a top expert.

"How is that possible?!"

Jian Wuya and Su Ting, who were watching from afar, narrowed their eyes to slits, their hearts trembling wildly.

They naturally knew how strong Ao Mo was. Both were confident they could defeat him one-on-one, but neither could possibly have done this.

"Sword-and-Saber Divine Art, that's..." Su Ting's face was filled with shock, his earlier composure gone. "He... he obtained the Primeval Inheritance!"

Beside him, Jian Wuya's face was just as pale, and the hands he held behind his back were trembling slightly. The Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm had existed for endless ages, and countless people had ventured in, one after another, yet none had ever found the inheritance.

And now, Ning Xuanyuan had obtained it.

"You're the only one left." Ning Xuanyuan's arm remained in the position of his saber strike as his icy gaze fell on Teng Yi.

Teng Yi was still poised in his dive, but he had forcibly stopped himself in midair. Looking at the demon dragon's corpse, split in two and fallen to the ground, he stared blankly.

What terrifying strength was this? And what a fearsome divine art!

Teng Yi's enormous demon peng body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a shiver rose from his heart.

"Ah!"

At last, the ferocity and killing intent in Teng Yi's eyes gave way to overwhelming fear. With a shriek, he beat his wings wildly, turned around, and fled into the distance with all his might.

Though he was slightly stronger than Ao Mo, the difference was limited. Ao Mo couldn't even withstand one of Ning Xuanyuan's saber strikes, so how much better could he fare?

Teng Yi had lost all will to fight. Ning Xuanyuan had scared the courage out of him, leaving him with only one thought: escape!

Unfortunately, his fate had been sealed the moment Ning Xuanyuan appeared.

Ning Xuanyuan raised his head and glanced at the void. Then endless saber intent surged into the sky, and countless streaks of saber light emerged from his body, shooting off in different directions. Almost instantly, an invisible saber intent sealed off and enveloped the space.

Even though Teng Yi was exceptionally fast, he was still caught within it.

He was fast, but Ning Xuanyuan's saber was faster!

"Kill!"

The icy word left Ning Xuanyuan's lips, and strands of saber intent transformed into streaks of saber light like lightning, darting swiftly through the void.

The demon peng shrieked as saber intent slashed through him, splitting his body open and drawing a shrill, desperate scream.

The sound of tearing flesh rang out without cease as saber intent hacked furiously at the demon peng's body, leaving him utterly unable to fight back.

"Thud!"

The saber light faded, and the demon peng's mangled corpse, too gruesome to look at, fell from midair. Blood dyed the earth red in an instant. A pungent stench of blood rushed at them, strong enough to make them gag.

The demon peng crown prince had fallen!

Qin Lang and Song You'er stared blankly at everything that had happened before them, their hearts pounding. They had thought they knew Ning Xuanyuan well, but only now did they realize that what they knew was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Ao Mo and Teng Yi were both experts at the Life Palace Realm. Yet before Ning Xuanyuan, they were like chickens and dogs made of clay, unable to withstand a single blow.

What terrifying combat strength was this? Just how strong had Ning Xuanyuan become?

"Your Highness!"

A voice suddenly rang out, and three figures shot over from the distance, landing beside Ning Xuanyuan. They were Chu Tian, Yan Chen, and Tai Yu.

"Your Highness, we arrived too late." The three landed, their faces all grim.

Ning Xuanyuan had previously told them there was no need to gather after entering the secret realm and that they could act freely. Thus, the three had gone their separate ways. Although they had received Qin Lang's spirit seal message, they had been too far away and had only just arrived.

"Qin Lang, are you two all right?" Chu Tian asked urgently, looking at Qin Lang and Song You'er. But he saw that Qin Lang's expression was strange, and Qin Lang pointed in a certain direction.

Chu Tian turned his head in confusion, and when he saw the two corpses on the ground in the distance, his expression froze.

"Those are...?" Yan Chen and Tai Yu also noticed the corpses, and their pupils contracted sharply.

Were those Ao Mo and Teng Yi?

They were dead? Who had killed them?

"Do you two have any other thoughts?" Ning Xuanyuan ignored Chu Tian and the other two, looking instead at Jian Wuya and Su Ting in the distance. His chilling gaze made them shudder.

"Your Highness, you misunderstand. We were merely passing through and had no other intentions," Su Ting said after exchanging a glance with Jian Wuya.

Both were proud and arrogant men, yet before Ning Xuanyuan, they dared not show the slightest trace of it. With Ao Mo and Teng Yi's fates plain before their eyes, how could they dare harbor any other thoughts?

As for the inheritance, both knew better than to mention a word of it. Who knew what Ning Xuanyuan was thinking? What if he killed them to silence them?

"Farewell." Without another word, Jian Wuya and Su Ting turned and sped away into the distance. There was a hint of disarray in their retreating figures.

Ning Xuanyuan watched Jian Wuya and Su Ting leave without stopping them. Neither of them had intervened in the earlier battle. They had not offended him, so Ning Xuanyuan did not make things difficult for them.

"Your Highness, if we let them leave, I'm afraid..." A glimmer of killing intent appeared in Chu Tian's eyes. He knew nothing of the inheritance, but Ao Mo and Teng Yi had died at Ning Xuanyuan's hands, after all. If word got out, there might be trouble.

"It's fine." Ning Xuanyuan dispersed the saber and sword in his hands and waved a hand.

Even if word got out, what of it?

The old man had once slaughtered a divine general of the Heavenly Demon Divine Court. What did those two amount to?

"Clean up. We're leaving."