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The moment Xuan Zi's headless corpse fell from the sky and the Taotie phantom collapsed with a boom,
Niu Tian finally came to his senses.
His lips trembled slightly as a faint voice drifted from his throat:
"Th-this... what kind of monster is this?"
"Even in the God Realm, I have never heard of a god possessing such a powerful Dragon Clan bloodline..."
His gaze remained fixed on Long Zhanye, as though he wanted to find an answer within that body that could explain everything.
But Long Zhanye had already expended over eighty percent of both his Soul Power and spiritual power.
His body swayed atop the scorched earth. His vision was blurred and wavering like a reflection disturbed by rippling water, while his consciousness drifted between haziness and clarity.
The Luchen Blade and Asura Demon Sword in his first pair of arms were planted into the scorched ground beneath him like crutches.
The blade and sword had sunk into the earth, supporting his body as it nearly toppled over.
His breathing was rapid and ragged. His legs trembled faintly, and his knees were nearly touching the ground.
Di Tian, meanwhile, had also fallen into deep doubt. His gaze remained fixed on the crimson-gold blade in Long Zhanye's hand.
The dark-red dragon patterns on the blade continued to enlarge, sharpen, and burn themselves into his pupils.
He remembered something. He remembered the past. He had seen this blade before—
Dragon Clan Law Blade!!!
It had been forged from the Dragon God's horn, a divine artifact used to enforce the laws of the Dragon Clan. Even the great Dragon Kings of the former Divine Dragon Domain had been subject to it.
But how could it be in his hands?
Di Tian's pupils