The slaughter continued.
The Dragon Clan's supreme inherited Divine Artifact—the Dragon Clan Law Blade, forged from the Dragon God's horn and already sentient enough to take human form—let out a grief-stricken, indignant ring upon witnessing the Dragon God and the many Dragon Kings' miserable state. It disregarded everything and transformed into a heaven-shaking blade radiance, charging Lu Jun in a desperate attempt to save its creator.
Yet Lu Jun answered it with nothing more than a casual swing of his sword.
"Clang—"
A crisp shattering sound rang out. The Dragon Clan Law Blade, symbolizing the Dragon Clan's authority and power, was effortlessly severed by the Ice Abyss Sword.
The Blade Spirit wailed as more than half of its spiritual body scattered. A following palm strike from Lu Jun knocked it unconscious, and he casually flung it into the depths of the distant starry sky as though discarding useless trash.
The gap in strength was so vast that it inspired despair.
Those Dragon Kings and Divine Artifacts, each capable of ruling an entire starfield in the outside world, were as fragile as stray dogs by the roadside before Lu Jun, who was fighting at full strength.
As his kin, comrades, and Divine Artifacts fell and were destroyed one after another before his eyes, the dragon blood and mournful cries filling the starry sky became like an icy, bone-piercing spring. Instead, they briefly restored a trace of clarity to the Dragon God, whose reason had been devoured by madness.
He looked at Lu Jun, who held the Ice Abyss Sword with multicolored dragon blood still dripping from its tip. His eyes were filled with boundless pain, confusion, and fury.
"Wh... why?! Lu Jun! Why would you do this?! Slaughtering my people, massacring my comrades—is this the safeguard you promised?!"
"You broke your