Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 696 - 694 Crisis

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With the spell imprinted on the fresh blood by Ji Mingkong, the blood burst open with a bang, turning into a sky-high Blood Mist.

Within that Blood Mist, a Giant Dragon, completely red in color and seeming entirely transparent as if condensed from Blood Crystals, slowly emerged.

Atop the Dragon’s head were twin horns, and beneath its body were four limbs. Upon its appearance, an astonishing killing intent and malice, along with a dense pressure, erupted directly from the Crystal Hell Dragon.

"Crystal Hell Dragon..."

The moment this Dragon emerged, Zhou Chen, Chen Yue, and the others deeply inhaled a breath of cold air.

Dragons, as creatures, are the supreme beings of the Dragon Martial Continent, the faith of the Dragon Martial Continent. The people of the Dragon Martial Continent hold a heartfelt reverence towards them.

Although the Crystal Hell Dragon is only a False Dragon, it is the strongest Demon Beast among all creatures below True Dragons!

The domineering pressure it exuded indeed encapsulated the very concept of ’Dragon’.

Inside the body of a False Dragon, there is already a small fraction of True Dragon Bloodline. Although scant, it is indeed present.

However, the Flood Dragon is different. The Flood Dragon is a hybrid of a False Dragon and a python, containing at most a single drop of False Dragon blood and no connection whatsoever to the True Dragon.

"Legend has it that the Ji Family possesses three drops of True Blood of the False Dragon: the Crystal Hell Dragon, the Nine-Headed Demon Dragon, and the Dark Gold Divine Dragon. I did not expect you to bring the True Blood of the Crystal Hell Dragon with you this time. Could it be that your two brothers also brought the True Blood of the Nine-Headed Demon Dragon and the Dark Gold Divine Dragon?" Zhou Chen asked in a grave voice.

"Ha ha, that’s none of your business!"

Ji Mingkong laughed loudly as he waved his hand, and the thousand-zhang-large phantom of the Crystal Hell Dragon roared, charging directly towards Shangguan Mingxin.

"Sky Merciful Divine Sword!"

Shangguan Mingxin’s expression turned serious; she could naturally feel how formidable the phantom of the Crystal Hell Dragon was. Although Ji Mingkong’s Cultivation Base was still low, it was, after all, the True Blood of a False Dragon. The pressure it emitted nearly surpassed that of the Peak of the Dragon God Realm, aiming straight for the Pseudo-Emperor Realm.

The gap between the Pseudo-Emperor Realm and the Dragon God Realm is still as vast as a chasm. Once one truly steps into the Pseudo-Emperor Realm, the increase in strength becomes far greater than the Peak of the Dragon God Realm.

Very few people could combat the Pseudo-Emperor Realm with the Cultivation Base of the Dragon God Realm, only anomalies like Su Han could accomplish that.

"Whoosh!"

As Shangguan Mingxin finished speaking, the golden sword beneath her feet soared up instantly and with a swing, she unleashed a massive Sword Light, hurtling towards the Crystal Hell Dragon.

At the same time, Ji Mingkong snorted coldly at Han Yiming: "Han Yiming, we are supposed to strike together. I have already brought out my trump card. If you continue to delay, I will recall the Crystal Hell Dragon."

Han Yiming was silent, about to take action, when Shangguan Mingxin shouted fiercely, "Han Yiming, no matter what, the Sect Master has once spared your people from the Divine Transformation Pavilion, and it wasn’t just Wen Ling, but also thirty thousand disciples! The act you are committing today has already obliterated your conscience. It’s not too late to repent this moment. Don’t disappoint the Sect Master!"

"Hahaha, how utterly ludicrous!"

Ji Mingkong laughed out loud directly: "Indeed, that Su Baliu has some Soul Power and some Cultivation Base, but everything in the Dragon Martial Continent cannot be decided by one individual alone. Otherwise, why would Su Baliu establish the Phoenix Sect? If he could reach the level of the Eastern Ancestor, perhaps he truly could influence many things. But clearly, he is not at that level yet. So, it’s best if you shut your mouth, as it will only hasten your death."

"Ji Mingkong, do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"

Shangguan Mingxin sneered, "Clearly, you don’t. As the saying goes: a seven-foot-tall man should stand tall and upright. This saying has nothing to do with you; a person like you can only do such despicable things, taking advantage of others’ misfortune and kicking someone when they’re down."

"Ji Mingkong cares only about the outcome, not the process. To Ji Mingkong, the process is useless!" Ji Mingkong did not feel the slightest bit of anger.

"Boom!"

The Tian Yi Ren Sword of Shangguan Mingxin collided with Ji Mingkong’s Crystal Hell Dragon at this moment, causing Shangguan Mingxin’s complexion to turn pale as she immediately retreated.

The massive body of the Crystal Hell Dragon also paused for a moment, retreating slightly, but then surged forward again, pressing against the Tian Yi Ren Sword with a mighty push.

At this moment, Shangguan Mingxin could still hold off the attack for a short while, but once Han Yiming also played his trump card, her defeat would be instantaneous.

So, everything hinged on Han Yiming’s decision!

Not just Shangguan Mingxin, but Liuyun, Hong Chen, and others were also looking towards Han Yiming amidst the battle.

Under the watchful eyes of many, Han Yiming’s head lowered slightly, and his eyes flickered with hesitation.

But just for a brief moment, the hesitation vanished; with a flip of his palm, a token appeared.

"Shangguan Mingxin, within this token lies one attack from the Divine Master of the Divine Transformation Pavilion. Though it only has one-tenth of the power, it is still immensely strong. If you can withstand this blow, I will no longer strike against you," said Han Yiming.

"Hahaha, to act is to act, Han Yiming. I, Shangguan Mingxin, do not need your charity!"

Shangguan Mingxin laughed aloud, "If you don’t want to act now, then don’t. But once you do, no matter how many times you strike, whether or not I can withstand your attack, you Han Yiming, your Divine Transformation Pavilion, and my Phoenix Sect, will be enemies!"

"I am sorry."

Han Yiming took a deep breath, struck the token, and it shattered directly, releasing a heavenly pressure that stirred the winds and clouds, dimming the void.

A gigantic palm, vast and all-encompassing, descended from above Shangguan Mingxin’s head.

"Good!"

Shangguan Mingxin took a deep breath, "Han Yiming, I will remember you!"

As she spoke, her figure rapidly retreated, with nearly a hundred Earth Guardians striking down upon her consecutively from the Purple Night Divine Guard, and a high-grade Purple Gold Level armor appeared on her, making her beautiful face, at this moment, look majestically imposing.

"Suppress her!"

Han Yiming’s gaze flashed as he suddenly spoke.

"Tear her apart!"

Ji Mingkong too shouted explosively, pointing with his finger, as the phantom of the Crystal Hell Dragon broke through the blockade of the Tian Yi Ren Sword, its giant claws reaching out towards Shangguan Mingxin.

Both attacks were trump cards, so powerful they were indescribable. Even though Shangguan Mingxin’s cultivation base had reached the peak of the Dragon God Realm, she might not be able to completely withstand them.

She retreated quickly, but the palm was just too fast, reaching her in the blink of an eye and striking her body with a heavy blow.

With a boom, all the Earth Guardians outside Shangguan Mingxin’s body shattered at that moment, her Purple Gold Level garb was vibrated into pieces, revealing another normal garment underneath.

At the same time, the claw of the Crystal Hell Dragon also slammed down fiercely onto her body.