Facing the countless attacks raining down around her, Zi Yan did not move an inch. She merely shouted:
"Dragon Emperor Sword!"
In an instant, streams of incomparably pure Ancient Void Dragon Clan Dragon Emperor Bloodline seeped from Zi Yan's right palm, condensing into a longsword in her hand.
The sword was identical in shape to the Dragon Emperor Sword in my hand. Yet it was not golden, but suffused with rich purple light, forming a dazzling violet-gold hue.
"What a powerful Dragon Emperor Sword!"
My eyes widened. It was the same secret technique, but when Zi Yan used it, the aura of the Dragon Emperor Sword in her hand was tenfold—perhaps even a hundredfold—stronger than mine.
The difference between them was simply enormous. One was like a crudely made trinket from a street stall, while the other was a treasure sword forged through countless temperings. They were worlds apart.
"Whoosh!"
Zi Yan suddenly moved. As the Dragon Emperor Sword swept out, everyone's vision was instantly flooded with violet-gold. At that moment, it seemed as though no other color existed in the entire world.
The sword rose, then fell!
Desperate screams rang out in an instant. When I could see clearly again, the encirclement formed by the four Rank 8 Void Ancient Dragons from Southern Dragon Island had already been shattered by Zi Yan's slash.
One of them died on the spot, his human body rapidly transforming into a massive Ancient Void Dragon as he plummeted straight toward the ground. Xuan Mo and another Ancient Void Dragon were also seriously injured.
The Southern Dragon King was in the worst condition. A massive wound had been cleaved across his chest, nearly splitting him diagonally in two. Countless streams of thick, crimson Dragon Blood gushed from the wound. Who knew how many pounds