Sword Qi soared into the sky.
The Demon Dragon, bathed in Sword Qi,
let out a scream that pierced the heart and lungs, then collapsed outright.
Yue Yang was utterly dumbfounded, his heart full of inexplicable confusion. Big Brother, if you couldn't endure Sword Qi, why did you bring this suffering upon yourself? You even called it the strongest sword strike—what were you trying to do?
But on second thought, although the Demon Dragon, this king of scapegoats, was not exactly reliable, he could not possibly be unable to withstand even one of his own sword strikes! Earlier, he had fought Peerless until he was covered in wounds, then gone to war with the Guardian Divine Venerable of Light. His body had suffered grievous injuries, and he had fought bitterly and exhaustedly without uttering a sound. Why was he acting like this now? What exactly had happened?
The Demon Dragon, rolling across the ground in agony, could no longer even conceal his true form. He transformed into an enraged dragon and vomited blood wildly.
Dragon blood sprayed forth.
Pitch-black blood splattered across the heavens and earth.
The enraged dragon form was seen by the Dead Sea Fallen God Clan members who were besieging Peerless Emperor Jueshi from afar. All of them cried out in terror. "It's the Demon Dragon! That madman actually got out! No, wasn't he eternally imprisoned by the Dragon God Supreme?"
"Stay away from him! That fellow is a battle dragon of the Eastern Clan with an Undying body. Fighting him is meaningless!"
"Could the Dragon God Supreme be returning to the Heaven Realm?"
"Ah, too terrifying! Even this place is no longer safe!"
"What should we do now? Continue this futile siege against Peerless Emperor Jueshi?"
"Continue! Ignore the Demon Dragon and keep attacking Peerless! If