Spirit Douluo, One Blade, Instant Kill

An imagery of "ten thousand dragons being slaughtered" blanketed the eastern half of the sky.

The blade intent carried with it the wails of ten thousand dragons!

It was like a hell where dragon skeletons lay scattered and dragon blood flowed in rivers.

This was the Dragon-Slaying intent that the Holy Dragon King had forged during his prime, back when he held the Dragon-Slaying Blade to oversee the prayers and punishments of the Divine Dragon Realm, truly slaughtering millions of dragons and tens of thousands of god-level giant dragons.

Using it now against a demigod was like using a level-ten soul-guided missile to swat a mosquito.

Facing this imagery that filled the eastern sky, Qiangu Dongfeng and the Evil-Breaking Dragon Soul in his hand both faltered, four eyes widening in shock: This, this, this...

This isn't right, is it?!

The Holy Dragon King flicked out a semi-circle of amethyst blade light, the tip rising toward the heavens before slashing vertically downward.

This posture was the standard stance for an execution.

Di Guangming had practiced this motion tens of millions of times.

The ultimate light and ultimate holy dual attributes, having fallen from the level of laws, erupted with this single swing!

In an instant, the sea of blood and mountain of corpses from the "ten thousand dragons slaughtered" imagery was split down the middle by a platinum line, as if the scarlet sky had been sliced open.

Super God Skill—Dragon-Slaying Blade Art!

First Form, Vein-Severing!

What is Vein-Severing?

In this world, whether it be birds, beasts, mountains, or rivers, all possess the opportunity to evolve a dragon bloodline and the potential to become a true Sub-Dragon.

Even the wisps of righteous energy between heaven and earth have the chance to ascend and become an Evil-Breaking Divine Dragon.

The first form of the Dragon-Slaying Blade Art starts from this very point.

At the source, it severs the dragon bloodline of all living things and myriad creations, cutting off all ties so that they may never again have the slightest connection to the true Sub-Dragon race.

Although the Holy Dragon King had lost the super-artifact-level Dragon-Slaying Blade and no longer possessed his peak strength from his days as a God King, the Dragon-Slaying Blade Art still held supreme restraint over all dragon-kind!

The Indomitable Staff Technique, evolved over ten thousand years from the Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul, had finally met its fated nemesis today!

As the Holy Dragon King finished his execution stance, the new Dragon-Slaying Blade was sheathed with a practiced motion, as if he had merely performed a casual, ordinary attack.

Yet, the first form of the Dragon-Slaying Blade Art had already flown out, transforming into a streak of platinum light that descended.

Qiangu Dongfeng's heart shook violently; under this blade radiance, he felt as if his entire being were about to be split in two, and both his Coiling Dragon Staff and his four Soul Spirits let out mournful cries.

But as a generation of treacherous heroes, he knew that if he retreated today, his path as a Soul Master would be severed, the indomitable heart forged by his Indomitable Staff Technique would be ruined, and the Evil-Breaking Dragon Soul would no longer attach itself to his Martial Soul.

"Argh!" Qiangu Dongfeng gritted his teeth and continued to swing his half-completed "Heaven-Shaking Earth-Quaking," attempting to deflect the platinum blade light from the side.

But the speed of the ultimate light was too fast; it didn't even give him the time to blink before it cut through the air and reached him.

"Clang!"

"Pfft—"

His nine soul rings were dimmed by the glare, his four Soul Spirits were submerged in the blade light, and the black-gold Coiling Dragon Staff let out a cry of agony under the platinum edge.

His four-word Battle Armor, "Heaven and Earth Coiling," erupted with a spark.

All of this happened in half a second.

Half a second later, Qiangu Dongfeng descended from the sky, streaking past the main gate of the Spirit Pagoda and crashing from the eastern sky onto the ground on the west side of the tower.

"Boom!"

The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly, and dense fragments of soul-guided floor tiles erupted from the point where Qiangu Dongfeng had impacted.

All the Spirit Masters felt their scalps go numb, especially those eight-ring or even nine-ring Soul Masters within the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda.

The mental energy they projected into the sky radiated circles of shock and terror.

Their own Pagoda Master had been taken out in one move?

That was a demigod powerhouse, someone who could even trade a few blows with a quasi-god when going all out, and he was just knocked out of the sky by a single blade strike?

Qiangu Dongfeng lost consciousness for two seconds before snapping awake from the haze.

He leaned on his lusterless Coiling Dragon Staff, staggered to his feet from the shallow crater of broken bricks, and sensed his own state...

His Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul was damaged, the Evil-Breaking Dragon Soul had fallen into silence, and all four Soul Spirits were in deep slumber.

His four-word Battle Armor was severely damaged, with a bleeding gash carved from his left collarbone to his right hip.

The ultimate holy energy had entered his body through the wound, forcibly purifying more than half of his Limit Douluo soul power.

Leng Yaozhu led a group of Spirit Masters as they surrounded him from the direction of the main gate.

Qiangu Dongfeng hurriedly dispersed his Martial Soul and Battle Armor, pulled his torn clothes tight to cover the wound, and shouted with his right hand raised, stopping his subordinates from approaching: "I am fine!"

"Brother Guangming and I were just having a friendly spar, stopping at the point of contact. Neither of us suffered any real injuries."

At this moment, everyone looked up at the sky behind them.

They saw that the two azure holes in the clouds had merged into one massive gap.

The terrifying imagery of ten thousand giant dragons falling had faded away.

The Holy Dragon King remained in his usual appearance of golden hair and white robes, stepping upon the air currents as he drifted downward.

He lacked the rainbow-like, overwhelming momentum expected of a quasi-god, yet he felt heavy in everyone's hearts, as if he were the very center of this heaven and earth.

At this moment, the eyes of Qiangu Dongfeng revealed deep wariness and fear, yet they also contained a hint of pleading.

Di Guangming was not one to act differently from his words; he spoke coldly, "Your Martial Soul cannot fly. Fighting me in the sky, you have no advantage whatsoever."

Hearing this, Qiangu Dongfeng let out a long sigh of relief: his face had been saved.

He immediately laughed heartily, "Hahaha, it was merely a friendly spar, after all. If I lost by half a move, I must admit it, must I not?"

"Come." He raised his hand to summon a jade box, handed it to the Holy Dragon King who had just landed, and patted his shoulder, "Brother Guangming, this Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng is a welcoming gift for you to serve as the Vice Pagoda Master of my Heavenly Spirit Pagoda. You must not refuse."

"Mm." The Holy Dragon King accepted the jade box without the slightest hesitation, turned, and flew back to the nineteenth floor.

Qiangu Dongfeng stood stiffly in the crater, exhaling a long breath.

Although he had been heavily injured by that exchange, he had finally gauged the opponent's approximate strength: he was stronger than Yun Ming!

That was correct; he trusted his initial instinct.

This Holy Douluo was simply stronger than the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion.

Because although he, Qiangu Dongfeng, was not a quasi-god, he would not have been defeated by Yun Ming in a single strike.

Moreover, this mysterious Holy Douluo had withdrawn his blade the instant he struck; otherwise, he would have suffered even more severe injuries.

However, Qiangu Dongfeng could also discern the opponent's purpose for entering the world from his attitude: he clearly had no desire to involve himself in disputes and only wished to guard that purple-haired youth.

In summary: for the Qiangu Family, he was currently harmless.

Otherwise, he truly dared not imagine how he would go about opposing this quasi-god, nor the colossal power standing behind him.

"It seems I must return to consult with the Old Master, and while I am at it, have my elder brother investigate the other party's origins."

"If there is a weakness, he can certainly be manipulated."

Having reached this conclusion, Qiangu Dongfeng immediately channeled his remaining Soul Power and gave chase toward the nineteenth floor.

Just at this moment.

The Dragon Emperor Long Zijin drank the last spoonful of sweet soup, and the sensation of dryness and cracking on his skin vanished.

The Holy Dragon King passed through the wall to return, presenting the jade box as he said, "Reporting to my Emperor, I have successfully fulfilled the mission."