Amidst the crater and rubble, a perfectly intact clearing appeared, and five figures inexplicably materialized within it.
Bei Bei and Dai Huabin looked shocked as they lifted the two women bound to the cross and respectfully looked at the old man in front of them.
The old man was tall, with his silver hair neatly combed and hanging down his back, and his face was as rosy as a baby's.
With long eyebrows hanging down on both sides of his face, hands behind his back, and an upright posture, he looked very energetic.
With a wave of his hand, the old man flew into the air, his cold gaze fixed on the direction where Yan Shaozhe had been knocked down.
It hovered quietly in mid-air, without releasing any fluctuations of Soul Power.
"Senior, you are truly amazing. I admire you. However, I am determined to bring the Shrek students back today..."
Kara.
Amidst the rubble, a blood-stained hand suddenly emerged.
The blood on his arm slowly turned golden, then burst into flames, accompanied by a deep phoenix cry from below.
With a sudden clench of his fist, his Soul Power exploded, sending countless fragments of stone flying. Yan Shaozhe reappeared in sight.
However, Yan Shaozhe's condition at this moment was far worse than before.
His once neat hair was now a mess, covered in sand, and blood was constantly flowing from his forehead.
The Phoenix wings behind him were dim, as if they might disappear at any moment.
The clothes at the chest were slashed open, revealing three deep, bone-revealing bloodstains that continuously seeped out, soaking the clothes and dripping onto the ground from the dangling left hand.
Yan Shaozhe's lips curled into a chilling smile. Forcing himself to stand, he cupped his hands and said, "I still don't know your esteemed name, senior!"
Long Xiaoyao sneered, turning his head to look into the distance, as if reminiscing about the past, "A title? Hahahaha, Dragon Emperor, Long Xiaoyao..."
Long Xiaoyao stroked his beard, his gaze towards Yan Shaozhe carrying a hint of approval.
Yan Shaozhe's heart was immediately filled with turmoil. Dragon Emperor Douluo!
Long Xiaoyao!
This is none other than the Black Dragon, who was once known as one of the " Black and White Twin Holy Dragons " alongside his own teacher, the Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao!
He's still alive! He's actually here!
Yan Shaozhe felt a renewed sense of alarm. Even as a level 97 Titled Douluo, he probably couldn't hold out against such a person for long.
Yan Shaozhe glanced at Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong'er, who were still unconscious behind him, and then looked warily at Long Xiaoyao in the air.
The blood in his body also burst forth in bright flames at this moment, as if he was planning a final desperate attempt.
A hint of surprise flashed in Long Xiaoyao's eyes. Despite being so badly injured, he still wanted to fight him.
"How interesting, Mu En has certainly taken on a good apprentice."
Long Xiaoyao slightly clenched his right hand in the air, and an invisible dragon claw condensed once more, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
Awe-inspiring dragon roars echoed from all directions, their sound penetrating the mind and striking the soul.
Yan Shaozhe's pupils contracted as an invisible dragon claw enveloped his body, causing the space to collapse and compress, seemingly intent on annihilating him on the spot!
The terrifying psychological shock left him no time to react, until his mind regained some clarity.
The dragon claw attack had completely enveloped him, and the invisible Soul Power was like a strong chain, tightly binding his hands and feet.
Yan Shaozhe subconsciously circulated his Soul Power, but unexpectedly, his Soul Power suddenly stagnated, his meridians were instantly sealed, and the bright flames burning on his body immediately dissipated!
A chill ran through him; the fear of facing death overwhelmed him, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.
Click click click!
The spatial dragon claws were squeezing Yan Shaozhe's body, the sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear, and the intense pain caused him to spit out a mouthful of black blood.
His entire body was instantly drained of strength, and under the intense pressure, his body and face began to twist irregularly.
Countless drops of blood flowed from his wound, as if a water-soaked sponge was being squeezed out, and even a few tiny white bone fragments flew out.
Yan Shaozhe's eyes bulged out continuously, and under the intense pressure, his eyeballs were completely covered with red blood vessels, making them look like the eyes of a hellish demon, which was terrifying.
Yan Shaozhe slowly closed his eyes. The pressure of the space made it hard for him to breathe, and countless memories rushed into his mind.
Just as he was about to close his eyes completely, a clear yet faint sound reached his ears!
It sounded like a stone being thrown to the ground.
Suddenly, Yan Shaozhe opened his eyes wide, and in those blood-red eyes, a black figure appeared behind Long Xiaoyao.
A purple sword light flashed in the air, then streaked across the night sky and slashed downwards, tearing space apart and countless black bolts of lightning bursting out from the spatial rift.
Long Xiaoyao let out a muffled groan as the flesh behind him suddenly exploded open, spraying blood and revealing a deep, bone-penetrating sword wound.
The wound was crackling with Destruction lightning; the wound, which was trying to heal, seemed to have encountered its nemesis, and any slight improvement was instantly destroyed.
The sudden appearance of a powerful enemy gave him no chance to react.
The terrifying attack caused him to lose his ability to stay aloft and plummet downwards.
Yan Shaozhe was already on the verge of death, suddenly felt the pressure around him ease. His fatal attack had been interrupted, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
If Yan Shaozhe hadn't already been a level 97 Titled Douluo, whose physical abilities were quite good, he would probably have been crushed into a bloody mist the moment the spatial dragon claw was formed!
As he fell, Long Xiaoyao also saw Huo Yuhao's black figure in the air, the eerie smile on his lips, and the long sword in his hand that gleamed black in the air.
This appearance is like that of the Grim Reaper from the underworld, making one's pores suddenly tighten!
Even someone as powerful as Long Xiaoyao, Limit Douluo, subconsciously trembled.
Long Xiaoyao was terrified. His years of combat instincts made him fling backward, and his dark dragon claws left three dark golden claw marks in the air.
The claw light magnified in the air, turning into three arcs of light, each over ten meters long, that rushed towards Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao was about to raise his sword to defend when, unexpectedly, black mist continuously flowed from the three arcs of light.
After a moment of disorientation, the three terrifying arcs of light vanished into thin air!
"Oh? Interesting!"
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow, revealing his unique dark purple eyes. From his perspective, the three arcs of light that had disappeared reappeared.
It's even clearer than what I just saw!
Huo Yuhao took a step forward with his right foot, and an invisible ripple spread out beneath his feet. With a flick of his wrist, the black sword slashed through the sky.
His every move was leisurely and carefree, his long sword casually tapping the air a few times.
Sparks from the collision of the three attacks exploded without warning on the black sword, illuminating the entire night sky!
Long Xiaoyao landed on the ground at that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was even more incredulous.
His attack was easily blocked; who was this person?!
Standing at a distance, Dai Huabin stared at the dark figure in the sky, his body trembling involuntarily as the memories of his dead body attacked his mind once again.
Even though he used his tiger claws to fiercely scratch his thigh, the claws pierced the skin and drew blood.
Even with the stimulation of pain, her thighs still trembled uncontrollably.
The Shadow had left an indelible scar on Dai Huabin's heart.
Bei Bei stared in shock at the figure in the sky. "How is this possible? How could he be here?"
Just as the two were stunned, Long Xiaoyao's voice suddenly rang in their ears!
"Careful!"
The two instinctively looked behind them, and the Shadow in the air appeared behind them like Gui Mei!
Boom! Boom!
Two figures shot off at the same time in the direction of Long Xiaoyao.
Long Xiaoyao dared not be careless. Nine Soul Ring— two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—immediately rose up, and he stretched out his hands.
He caught the two flying backwards in mid-air, and the terrifying force tore his sleeves apart from a distance, sending Long Xiaoyao flying backwards as well.
Countless fragments of rock flew everywhere, and Long Xiaoyao crashed into a thick tree behind him, snapping it in half. He was pushed back a full fifty meters before he could barely stop!
At this moment, Bei Bei and Dai Huabin were completely unconscious, their meridians ruptured from the severe blow, and they were barely breathing.
Only on that open space, the figure casually tossed his long sword, which then pierced straight into the ground.
The Shadow figure stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes shining brightly and strikingly in the deep darkness of the night!