The Eight Spirit Veins' boost to cultivation speed and Spirit Power recovery in battle was something the Demon Dragon Son, despite possessing five Heavenly Meridians, could scarcely imagine and would never understand.
The Eight Spirit Veins' synergy with wind-type divine arts was downright terrifying.
"Just a Divine Spirit Art. You think my Dragon Demon Palace's foundation is weaker than Northern Heavens'?"
The Demon Dragon Son drew a deep breath and reached for the long sword behind his shoulder.
This sword was called the Dragon Scale Sword. It looked as though it had been forged from countless dragon scales, and it was a top-grade Spirit Artifact.
Among the many powerful Spirit Soldiers of the Dragon Demon Palace, it ranked near the top.
The sword had not yet left its sheath, but an astonishing sword aura was already spreading out.
"Dragon Scale Sword Art: Dragon Severing!"
The sword slid from its sheath and made a gentle, soundless slash.
Clang. The sword rang out softly, its note sweet and clear.
A terrifying sword aura that seemed capable of cleaving all things shot into the sky, then hummed as it took the shape of a ferocious dragon shadow. Roaring, it surged toward the Nine Dragons overhead.
Half of the nine plunging Cyan Wind Dragons were instantly cut down, vanishing into nothing.
"Nine-Dragon Heavenly Wind Art!"
Before the Dragon Demon Palace prodigy could catch his breath, a soft command rang out, and the assault began anew.
High above, beneath the boundless blue heavens, the world's astral energy gathered and once again condensed into nine dragons.
The nine Cyan Wind Dragons were enormous, long, and powerful, winding through the sky like nine small mountains. They silently pressed down on heaven and earth, their might bearing down on all living things.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Ancient dragon roars