Azure Blood Suppresses Clear Sky Yang

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After a brief clash, the sky where dark red and shattered gold intertwined looked like an overturned dye vat.

Of the hundred blood dragons, fewer than forty remained. Their bodies were riddled with melted golden holes, and beneath their shattered scales flowed viscous blood plasma and evaporating steam.

Deep in the firmament, within that blazing golden domain, most of the countless Yang Thunder Serpents had also been devoured and annihilated, their thinning light like a candle guttering in the wind.

Yet that sinking aura of the blood abyss quietly spread just as the battle reached its fiercest.

Like Maggots on Bone, the dark red, almost black deathly pressure silently soaked into the edge of the pure golden thunder domain.

The enormous dragon corpses that had earlier been pierced through by golden serpents exploded with a boom as they fell.

Filthy blood plasma, shattered golden fragments, deathly water-chill eroded to nothing... these remains did not dissipate. Instead, they turned into an even murkier, heavier gray-red blood mist, rising like a plague into the sparse gaps between the Thunder Serpents above.

The infiltration was complete.

A sudden warning blared in Tang Feng's heart.

The instant he keenly sensed the lower layer of the thunder domain being tainted by filthy blood and deathly stillness, he moved to drive the golden thunder to strangle it.

But it was too late.

The forty remaining blood dragons below let out silent shrieks at the same time.

From the inside out, their bodies suddenly lit with dark red annihilation patterns—that was the sign that the Seven Kill Sky Interception brands planted by Shen Tianjun had been ignited.

The forty blood dragons no longer tangled with the golden serpents. Instead, they abruptly abandoned all defense, like forty dark red spears soaked in filthy blood, tearing through the thinning thunder net and dragging their broken bodies as they charged viciously toward Tang Feng, who hovered at the center of the thunderstorm vortex.

The Yang Thunder golden serpents intercepted them madly.

They melted through dragon bellies, tore apart scales, and blasted claws to pieces. Seventeen blood dragons were still reduced to exploding Blood Rain and minced flesh on the way.

But the remaining twenty-three broken bodies, wrapped in filthy blood chill and the last charge of lives burned away by the Seven Kill Sky Interception brands, rammed brutally into the core of that pure golden thunder.

Sizzle—! Bang, bang!

Like a red-hot branding iron stabbing into ice water, the instant the twenty-three filthy-blood remains struck Tang Feng's body-protecting golden thunder, the filthy blood and water vapor immediately boiled and vaporized.

The decaying force capable of corroding through the sea abyss clashed violently with the body-protecting pure yang golden thunder erupted from the Clear Sky Nine Yang Force.

The golden thunder was like a red-hot iron block thrown into a pool of cold water. Its light dimmed sharply at a visible speed, while the filthy blood evaporated into a viscous dark red toxic mist that clung stubbornly to the surface of the golden thunder and madly corroded inward.

Tang Feng grunted, only feeling his mighty protective astral energy being forcibly stripped away by ice-cold filth coming from twenty-three directions.

It was not a hard clash of energy, but the decay of life essence.

He did his utmost to squeeze out the power fed back by his Ninth Soul Skill, stabilizing the golden thunder.

But this was the exact moment Shen Tianjun had been waiting for.

Beneath the dark-gold vortex, deep within the sea of blood.

Shen Tianjun suddenly raised the Azure Sea Tide Sword that hung at his side.

The final three blood dragon phantoms lying dormant deep within the blood abyss erupted soundlessly. The three black shadows were far faster than all the previous ones.

They were like three judge's brushes dipped in deadly poison, stabbing precisely toward the golden thunder barrier that was struggling to hold and had already been corroded by the filthy-blood toxic mist into twenty-three weak points.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three streams of Seven Kill Sky Interception power condensed to the extreme easily pierced the three dimmest points on the barrier.

The blood dragons turned into shadows and entered through his body.

Tang Feng's body abruptly arched, as though three invisible ice-cold blood awls with barbs had been driven viciously into his soul nest.

"Urgh—!"

An uncontrollable low growl of pain squeezed from his throat.

His vision instantly went black!

It was not the impact of energy, but the ice-cold strangulation of life entangled by toxic blood, cold water, and Seven Kill death energy.

The Soul Core's circulation abruptly slowed. The True Yang Force, Clear Sky Yang Force, and Solar Force that had obeyed him like his own arm now seemed like frozen meridians, stuttering and snapping in an instant.

It was this split second of lost control.

Screech!

The body-protecting golden thunder collapsed with a boom the instant it lost its internal support.

The remaining dozen or so broken blood dragon bodies were no longer obstructed. Carrying the last of their ferocity after being nearly burned away by the golden thunder, they bit viciously through his arms, thighs, chest, and abdomen!

Filthy blood sprayed everywhere! His golden body was broken!

The dark-gold thunderstorm vortex covering the firmament was like water losing its source. It let out an unwilling wail, then broke apart amid its rolling, collapsed, and turned into golden serpent lightning fires that scattered across the sky and fell, scorching the charred earth.

The Yang Thunder magic domain spanning two hundred meters vanished like smoke.

Splash!

Tang Feng's figure was like a bird with broken wings, plummeting straight down from nearly a hundred meters in the air and smashing heavily into the scorched-earth pit below that had already turned into a huge glassy lake. Turbid, filthy water mixed with glass shards exploded upward with a boom.

The Clear Sky Hammer flew from his hand and buried itself at an angle in the molten ground dozens of meters away, its head scorched black and dim.

The rippling water was muddy.

Tang Feng struggled up from the shards of glass and filthy water. The dark-gold fitted outfit on his upper body had been torn almost to strips, exposing vast dark-red blotches beneath his skin, stained by baleful blood, and hideous holes pierced through by flood-dragon fangs.

More foul blood seeped out along his tattered trouser legs.

He stared fixedly at Shen Tianjun as he slowly stepped to the edge of the pit, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably as blood and filth mixed with muddy water spilled down.

Shen Tianjun stood at the pit's edge, the Azure Sea Tide Sword hovering at his side, droplets falling from the sword tip and spreading dark spots across the scorched earth.

The Abyss-Eroding Blood Sea around him silently drew back, leaving only the stillness of charred air after the calamity.

"Thanks for the match." The two words were flat, like stones sinking into a deep pool.

Tang Feng suddenly swept his sleeve, no longer looking at anyone in the arena. He scooped up Tang Potian, and golden light exploded, rolling up mud, water, and shattered stone.

Holding his beloved son, he shot into the sky like a dazzling golden shuttle tearing through the gloomy curtain of rain, vanishing in an instant at the end of the lead-gray horizon.

All that remained was the lingering trace of violent pressure that had not yet fully dispersed, belonging to a Titled Douluo, and the frozen, grave expressions of everyone on the Martial Arts Viewing Platform by the pit.

The bloody stench surging up from the muddy water in the pit lingered in the damp air and refused to disperse.

Shen Tianjun's figure swayed slightly, and in one step he was already at Xiong Mao Er's side.

Xiong Mao Er lay collapsed in the recliner. Seeing him arrive, he pulled his mouth into a grin, only to tug at the wound on his chest, baring his teeth as he sucked in a breath. "Dad... nice one... beat that old bastard... into a sorry mess... You... you okay?"

His voice came in broken bursts, mixed with flecks of blood.

Shen Tianjun bent and extended his fingers. A gentle, peaceful stream of Azure Blood Force silently flowed into his beloved son's ruined chest cavity, smoothing out his chaotic breathing.

"Nothing serious," he said, his voice carrying a trace of low hoarseness after the fierce battle. "It merely cost me some effort. That man... won't be jumping around again without a few months of quiet recuperation."

Nourished by his father's Soul Power, Xiong Mao Er managed to catch his breath and chuckled. "Don't worry, Dad... my Torso Bone Soul Skill... greatly strengthens the resilience of my Internal Organs and meridians... raises my resistance quite a lot... And Eleven fed me an Ancient Dust Pill, so I'm much better."

"Tang Feng... didn't truly mean to take my life either... He only wanted to injure me badly and force us into chaos... Heh... In the end..."

He turned his head with difficulty and looked toward the horizon where Tang Feng had vanished. "Dad gave him... a taste of his own medicine... Must've been hard to swallow."

Chen Chen landed beside them in a single step, dusted the flecks of mud from his sleeve, and curled his lips slightly. "Great-Uncle's defeat of Tang Feng this time is just enough to dampen the Clear Sky Sect's arrogant flames."

"It will also let them know that even with three Titled Douluo holding the fort, before our Chen Clan, this is still not a place where they can act however they please."

He cast his gaze toward the farther northern sky. "The key now depends on the negotiations over in Heaven Dou City."

Shen Tianjun stood at the edge of the Martial Arts Viewing Platform, his abyss-like figure reflected on the muddy water's surface, silently gazing at the distant sky where leaden clouds hung low.

After that came the polite exchanges between the people of Lankai City and them.