At that very moment.
Xiao Chen had once again fallen into mortal peril.
Behind him.
Lay a mountain abyss ten thousand feet deep, dark and lightless, its bottom impossible to discern.
One wrong step.
And his life and cultivation would end.
Reduced to ash.
Since taking control of this body.
He had lost count of how many times misfortune had struck him.
So much so.
That now.
Somewhere deep down.
He had actually grown somewhat accustomed to it.
His ability to withstand pressure was strong as hell.
Sensing this extraordinary resilience within himself, a strength far beyond that of ordinary people, Xiao Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. Should he be grateful that setbacks also tempered and fortified the heart, or hate suffering and curse it for refusing to leave him alone?
His face savage and contorted, Xiao Chen squeezed out every last ounce of strength and raised the Dragon Slayer Divine Sword high into the sky.
A savage demonic might.
Suddenly swept outward.
Coalescing into nine black dragons.
That wheeled across the heavens.
The Dragon Slayer Sword held the Ancient Dragon Soul imprisoned within.
Once released.
It could devour heaven and slaughter earth.
Sweeping across the mortal world.
Although Xiao Chen still had no way to command the dragon soul, he could already borrow its demonic essence to conjure illusory manifestations of its various forms.
These conjured dragon soul manifestations.
Were hollow illusions.
With scarcely any real power to speak of.
Their visual and sensory impact.
Was nevertheless quite intimidating.
Enough to strike awe into all living beings.
Nine enormous dragon souls soared skyward, their vicious might surging as endless dark mist instantly spread, blotting out the sun and ravaging heaven and earth.
The ferocious dragons stretched across the sky.
Like nine enormous mountains.
Bearing down