Borrowing the Power of a True Dragon

The entire world erupted in a deafening roar!

All the heavens trembled, and the celestial Heavenly Dao below were all awakened.

Even the divine realm sensed it; the appearance of the Nine Cauldrons caused panic among the giants of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The lower realm.

Ding Star Realm.

The heretic's body, tens of millions of feet tall, oppressed all the heavens.

Its vital energy was so strong that the universe trembled the moment it broke free.

"Is this the power of heretics?"

Wu Dade's expression was somewhat solemn as he said:

"You damn dog, I feel like even if I plucked all your fur off, it wouldn't make a difference."

The black dog's transformation technique could multiply its strength, even allowing it to gnaw off a finger bone of the heretic.

However, what has now escaped is the true form of the heretic.

Even in the past, they were terrifyingly powerful figures who could fight against the Ten Spirits.

Now that the big black dog has lost its Dao Fruit, even if it uses all its skills, it would be difficult to fight it.

Upon hearing this, the large black dog revealed an extremely disdainful look in its eyes, glancing contemptuously at the terrifying heretic, and said:

"Ignorant pet, what do you know? This little heretic is no match for me! I could kill it with a single swipe of this Emperor claw!"

"Before this Emperor, it is but an ant."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dade was completely stunned. Could it be that this damned dog had some terrifying trump card up its sleeve?

The big black dog continued:

"He's so weak, ridiculously weak!"

"For such a weakling to this Emperor raise a claw is an insult to it!"

As it spoke, it turned its head to look at Long Zixuan, its face radiating heroic spirit and righteous indignation:

"Here, this low-level being is perfect for you to practice on."

Wu Dade: "..."

He finally understood; this dead dog was a huge trap.

It's obvious he's chickened out, but he's pretending to be fearless.

Upon hearing this, Long Zixuan also looked at the heretic in the sky, his eyes filled with fear, only Fighting Spirit.

"Eternity ago, Kunpeng failed to kill you, but today... I will kill you in his place!"

He shouted!

Lingxiao Fighting Spirit!

Upon hearing this, the heretic burst into wild laughter, his disdain reaching its peak, and said:

Even if you return from the past, what difference does it make? In this life, you are nothing more than an ant that has not yet grown up!

"May you and that damned Kunpeng be forever banished to oblivion!"

As he spoke, the heretic raised his hand and pointed at Long Zixuan and the others.

With a single finger, stars vanished, and the heavens trembled!

Its power and influence were overwhelming.

Let alone Demon Lord or god lords, even a more powerful giant would probably be terrified at the sight of this finger.

However, at this moment, Long Zixuan took out a scale.

Its scales were the size of a palm, and its entire body seemed to be cast in pure gold, radiating an incomparably sacred aura.

"Let's leverage their strength!"

Long Zixuan murmured softly.

In an instant, the dragon scales merged into Long Zixuan's body.

At this moment, Long Zixuan's power erupted like a volcano.

He obtained the power of a dragon scale from a true dragon!

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, Long Zixuan was surrounded by terrifying phantom images of true dragons, and he raised his fist to kill the heretic.

Sensing Long Zixuan's power at that moment, the heretic was immediately taken aback.

"What?! There are actually dragon scales here?!"

"I underestimated you... However, an ant is still an ant; borrowed power is insignificant!"

The heretics have made their move.

In an instant, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

The Star River trembled, and an ancient horror was felt.

The power of both sides had reached an unknown level; with each strike, the stars in the sky seemed to shatter.

Without a doubt, this will be a war that World-Ending.

Now.

The Great Ruin Realm.

In Small Mountain Village.

Li Fan is cooking porridge for the kittens in the Small Courtyard.

He had just returned from the wheat field and picked some fresh wheat to try.

Right now, the kitten is playing in the yard.

She would sometimes Lower Vehicle, and sometimes play among the chickens... carefree and leisurely.

And at this moment.

Ripples spread out across the pond.

If someone were to stand by the pond, they would surely be astonished, for the clear, mirror-like surface of the water seemed to reflect the heavens themselves.

It was a scene of Long Zixuan battling the heretics.

"Those silly dragons, Master is cooking porridge, don't disturb his enjoyment."

Suddenly, the Old Mother Hen calmly raised her eyes, looked towards the pond, and said:

"And let's not let that little ant disrupt the order of the Yang Realm."

Upon hearing this, a sound seemed to emanate from the pond;

"Hmph... My dragon race knows what it's doing!"

"This little ant is just for Long Zixuan to practice on; it can't cause any trouble."

The entire world trembled, and a great battle shook the heavens.

Is this World-Ending war?

"Incredible, what kind of beings are waging this great battle?"

"I have a premonition of the end of the world..."

Countless stars, and almost all cultivators, were prostrating themselves in fear.

The shockwaves from that battle shook the heavens.

On the Ding Star Realm.

At this moment, just as Long Zixuan and the heretic had made contact and the battle had begun, suddenly, it seemed as if some kind of power enveloped the two of them.

In an instant, the heretic and Long Zixuan vanished.

I've entered a strange space, a strange world!

The great battle between the two sides could no longer affect the myriad realms of the Yang Realm world.

The sudden calm stunned all realms.

It was as if the monstrous fluctuations just now had never existed.

Outside the Great Ruin Realm, in the midst of the battlefield.

Seeing what had just happened in the blood-red mirror, everyone was extremely shocked.

A heretic was born, his ferocity overwhelming.

However, Long Zixuan defied the heavens and rose up to fight against the heretics.

This is absolutely astonishing.

But at the last moment, the battle vanished, its whereabouts unknown.

This left everyone stunned.

Where did the heretics go?

"Unbelievable. I thought this great battle would destroy everything..."

"Absolutely terrifying!"

Many powerful members of the Demon Race spoke up.

Where did they go...?

Tian Ling'er's big eyes were filled with curiosity, and she looked at Xin Ning with some nervousness, saying:

"Sister, it's this heretic... it devoured our great-grandfather's Origin Qi..."

"Can that Big Brother beat it? I want to avenge my great-grandfather!"

Tian Ling'er clenched her little fists.

But Xin Ning gently pressed her shoulder and said:

"Don't rush."

Xin Ning's eyes were filled with unprecedented composure as she said:

"No matter how powerful a heretic is... in this lifetime, they cannot stir up trouble!"

Nan Feng and the others nodded, their gazes unwavering even at this moment.

Because they all share a belief.

No matter how tragic the past may have been, in this life... there is hope.

"Excellent, excellent! I think we should continue with the rituals for these benefactors before us!"

At this moment, Qing Chen smiled and spoke:

"The beggar chicken owners are probably getting impatient."

Upon hearing this, Nan Feng, Ziling, and the others all looked towards Xue Mingcheng and the others!

The great battle here is not over yet.

"Brother Mingcheng... this blood-red mist... it seems to be dissipating?"

At that moment, Peng Tianxia asked a question with a nervous expression.

After the heretic and Long Zixuan disappeared, the crimson mist in this place... actually thinned out!

All the Demon Lord panicked; they were now being watched by the Heavenly Dao.

This crimson mist is their last line of defense; once it dissipates and the Heavenly Dao strikes down, they will immediately lose their Dao Fruit.

Even though they knew this protection came from heretics... they had no choice.

It's better to seek refuge with those who follow a different path than to have one's cultivation severed by the Heavenly Dao.

Xue Mingcheng laughed bitterly:

"Our Old Ancestor, heh heh, a heretic... It entered some unknown space, its connection to this world severed, therefore, the blood mist will dissipate..."

Xue Lushhan and others are all unwilling to submit to the Path;

"Are we... just going to sit here and wait to die?"

"Of course not..."

Xue Mingcheng's eyes were filled with despair and madness as he said:

"Break into this blood mist, become its slaves... and the Heavenly Dao will be powerless against us. Moreover, we might even achieve immortality! Hahahaha!"

After saying that, he suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled sharply!

The blood mist, mixed with an eerie gray fog, immediately entered the body.

At that moment, his body rapidly changed.

His skin had turned to stone, and his flesh and blood seemed to have turned into molten stone. His expression was ferocious and painful, but in an instant, it was filled with an eerie calm.

"This... Brother Mingcheng, are you still you??"

Ao Zhenhai asked in alarm.

However, Xue Mingcheng remained indifferent and did not answer, staring at the area where Nan Feng and the others were.

Like Spirit of Strangeness, he walked step by step toward Nan Feng and the others.

"We were born from the Netherworld Blood River, what do we have to fear from this blood mist... Heh heh."

At this moment, Xue Lushhan and Xue Mankong also made their move, actively drawing the blood mist into their bodies.

They became something like Xue Mingcheng.

"Brother Peng... what do you think?"

Ao Zhenhai asked, his voice trembling slightly.

He hesitated, became timid, and the changes he underwent after absorbing the blood-red mist were bizarre.

Peng Tianxia also stared intently at Xue Mingcheng and the other two, and said:

"Wait and see!"

At this moment, the three Demon Lords of the Blood Demon Race were already approaching Nan Feng and the others.

They exuded an eerie aura!

Even the Demon Race changed their expressions drastically when they sensed that aura.

The three Demon Lord seemed to have transformed into messengers of death and destruction.

They were as cold as stone, as if they were no longer living beings with flesh and blood, but had become silent puppets.

Their sole obsession is to destroy everything in this world!

"They... became beings akin to Spirit of Strangeness!"

Dugu Yuqing spoke solemnly.

The Spirit of Strangeness are extremely difficult to deal with; with their current strength... they are no match for them.

"Why be afraid? They're just Spirit of Strangeness. This humble monk will perform a ritual to help them pass on!"

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly spoke.

He stepped forward without fear, looking at the "Xue Mingcheng" rushing towards him, and suddenly pulled out a dark stick.

Fire poker!

"Demon, behold this monk's staff!"

Qing Chen swung his staff down at his head.

At this moment, the fire stick clearly burst forth with dazzling divine light, its power overwhelming, and it was accompanied by countless kinds of divine fire.

With a single strike, the heavens trembled and the Star River shook.

"Xue Mingcheng" was enveloped in a strange gray mist. He tried his best to resist, but the fire stick was unstoppable and swept across the sky without any obstruction.

The next moment, "Xue Mingcheng" completely disappeared.

He was... killed with a single blow!

Without a trace of life left, he was completely vaporized!

At this moment, everyone was shocked and looked at the stick in Qing Chen's hand with extreme fear!