"This junior, Xiao Mo, will protect Bai Ruxue through her tribulation with the heart of a sage!"
Xiao Mo's voice echoed across heaven and earth.
As his words fell, the last wisp of the Confucian sage's remnant soul withdrew its gaze and looked toward the sky. His eyes were unfathomably deep. "It seems this is all Heaven's will."
The Confucian sage's remnant soul scattered with the wind.
The heart of a sage within Xiao Mo also gradually disappeared, transforming into a clear, ink-colored breeze.
Like a blade, the breeze severed the chains binding Bai Ruxue, then gathered into an Ink Dragon and shot into the clouds.
"Boom!"
The Ink Dragon crashed into the sky. A thunderous roar rang out between heaven and earth.
Then came the sound of something shattering like glass.
It was as if the Ink Dragon had smashed something to pieces.
"Roar!" The dragon's cry shook heaven and earth!
The cry came from the highest heavens—from the dragon fortune that had been tightly sealed away for ten thousand years.
The dragon fortune poured down like a raging torrent, surging madly toward Bai Ruxue.
Bai Ruxue, who had been utterly exhausted, felt her strength and Spiritual Energy rapidly return. Even the wounds on her body seemed to hurt less.
The human sages' manifestations, formed from thunder, all turned their gazes away from the sky and looked back at Bai Ruxue.
Their forms gradually faded, then gathered in the air to become a plain, ancient sword.
How could Xiao Mo not recognize this sword?
It was the Dragon Slaying Sword forged by the human sages.
Although this Dragon Slaying Sword had been formed from thunder, its power to suppress the dragon race was no weaker than that of the original.
Without the slightest pause,
the Dragon Slaying Sword streaked