Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 708 - 712: Zuo Ci_1

With anger, unwillingness, and pain, the Molting Dragon Emperor flew into the depths of the starry sky.

"Spread the word, execute all the royal family of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court!"

"Spread the word, execute all Profound Immortal martial artists and their families within the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court!"

"Spread the word, execute all talented youths and their families within the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court!"

Gazing at the fleeing Molting Dragon Emperor, Lv Bu paid him no mind, overlooking the ruined Imperial City like a supreme deity deciding the fate of all beings.

These three orders, merely a few dozen words, were enough to claim the lives of countless members of the Jiaolong clan.

Such bloody orders were all too normal in the midst of the fight for supremacy in the heavens. Almost all victorious forces did the same.

Some went even further, annihilating entire races, cutting off all descendants and roots!

"Orders received!"

Tens of thousands of Qin soldiers received the order, revealing cold smiles. They darted through the fog of blood with their blood-soaked weapons, storming into the Imperial City and swinging their butcher knives.

The Crown Prince, kill!

The Princes and Princesses, kill!

All the concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards, kill!

Clouds of blood rose to the sky, dyeing the Heavenly Universe red, plunging this world into corruption, fading all its previous splendor, extinguishing all its former glory.

Amid the blood-soaked wind, in the bloody rain, among the wails of pain, lay countless corpses piled up, forming a platform of bones leading to the throne of victory.

The victor is king, the defeated is the bandit!

It could not be otherwise.

Standing beneath the firmament, Lv Bu remained calm, turning a blind eye to the endless slaughter below.

In his eyes burned a cluster of flaming ambition. After today, the prestige of the Great Qin Heavenly Court will ring throughout the Red Dragon Starfield.

...

In the dark starry sky, the Molting Dragon Emperor was still fleeing in panic.

Suddenly, he stopped. His face changed drastically, his eyes reddening as he stared intently ahead, a look of unprecedented terror on his face.

There stood Zhao Yun, straight as an arrow, armored and holding a battle spear, a hundred thousand soldiers at his back, each with a ring of bloodlight around their body.

When these bloodlights connected, they formed a bloody ocean.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!," Zhao Yun said evenly, a self-proclaimed friendly smile curling the corners of his mouth.

However, this smile did nothing to warm the Molting Dragon Emperor's heart; instead, it sent chills down his spine. No wonder Lv Bu didn't pursue me, he had arranged a backup plan.

"Kill!"

The Molting Dragon Emperor took a deep breath to calm his fear, his gaze filled with bone-chilling killing intent.

If he wanted to survive, he had to kill Zhao Yun.

BOOM!

A ball of golden fire surged from within his body, fueled by his Dragon Blood, burning furiously and transforming into pure energy, rapidly boosting his strength.

In the blink of an eye, he progressed from the mid-stage of the Taiyi Earth Immortal realm to its late stage.

"Burning Dragon Blood, what heroic resolve!," Zhao Yun squinted slightly. Members of the Jiaolong clan possess a trace of Dragon Blood in their bodies. Once depleted, they will never be able to transform into true dragons again, and their strength will severely decline, with no chance of improvement.

However, what if he had burned his Dragon Blood? Could the person Zhao Yun wanted to kill truly escape?

"Dragon Battles in the Wild!" Zhao Yun roared.

A brilliant lance of draconic energy soared across the sky. The law of the spear surged, immortal defensive power churned, and indomitable fighting will was infused, shaking the starfield for a hundred thousand miles.

The vast dragon-shaped spear energy struck towards the Molting Dragon Emperor.

As if swatting an ant.

"Break!"

The Molting Dragon Emperor roared, his eyes filled with madness. He concentrated all his power into his dragon claw, ready to make his last stand.

Win! I must win!

As the Molting Dragon Emperor attacked, he roared in his heart. He still had his revenge to take, he still had to bring about the ruin of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, and he still had to revitalize the Jiao Dragon Clan. There was so much more he had to do!

BOOM!

Unfortunately, the brutality of reality eradicated the Molting Dragon Emperor's last hope.

The silver-white spear energy, just like the ghostly divine halberd strike, pierced through his dragon claw, tore apart his body, and finally drilled into his soul.

"The heavens are so unfair!"

"I have struggled for hundreds of millions of years, only to obtain a third of the world. The path to enlightenment seems eternally out of reach!"

"Why... why did the Great Qin Heavenly Court, in less than three years, surpass my hundreds of millions of years of struggle?"

"It's unfair!"

The Molting Dragon Emperor stood in the starry sky, his serpentine dragon body enveloped by a deathly aura.

Struggling to lift his head, he gazed at the stars. Like a dying flame flaring brightly one last time, he released a sharp divine light, seemingly piercing through the nine heavens as he roared, full of resentment.

Why are some races nobler by birth? Why do some people possess incredible talents from birth, able to rise above the Ten Thousand Immortals without needing to cultivate diligently? What's more, he couldn't understand why the Qin Dynasty, which had ascended from the 'mortal realm,' was able to send him into the abyss in such a short period. Unable to accept it! Such bitterness!

But the multiverse is like this: slaughter is perpetual, never-ending until death.

In the past, he was the ruler, deciding the fate of defeated powers from his untouchable height.

Now, it was his turn!

"Unfair? In this world, is there such a thing as fairness?," Zhao Yun shook his head, the smile on his face disappearing as he gave a cold order, "Enter the Imperial City, clear out the remnants…"

That day, blood rained and dragon dreams shattered. Countless Jiao Dragons groveled, watching their nation collapse and the fortune of their clan extinguished.

"ROAR!"

The Fortune Golden Dragon wailed, leaping into the sky, casting a reluctant glance at the world. Its dazzling dragon eyes quickly dimmed, transforming into specks of light that vanished.

...

「Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court.」

In the sky above the Imperial Capital, the Fortune Golden Dragon nestled within the sea of Fortune vaguely sensed something. It showed pleasant surprise and roared joyously as it soared high into the sky.

The next moment, two massive sources of Fortune appeared in the distant borderlands,浩浩荡荡,涌入气运海中.

The Fortune Golden Dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the power of Fortune.

Its purple-gold scales shone even brighter.

The vast sea of Fortune expanded once again, replenishing the Fortune that was previously used to revive the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun.

It's a success!

Inside the Imperial Study, Qin Wudao looked at the two surges of Fortune rolling in, a slight smile on his face. Immediately afterward, a series of system prompts echoed in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations Host, for capturing Dark Demon Star. Sign-in reward: second-grade immortal weapon 'Frost Sword'!"

"Ding, congratulations Host, for capturing Extreme Demon Minor Thousand World. Sign-in reward: 'Tyrant Divine Stripe'. Do you want to use it?"

...

"Ding, congratulations Host, for capturing Sheng Long Continent. Sign-in reward: third-grade immortal treasure 'Fairy Melody Grass'!"

"Ding, congratulations Host, for capturing Molting Dragon Minor Thousand World. Sign-in reward: Zuo Ci. Would you like to summon?"

...

It took a full hour before the system prompts finally ceased.

The Extreme Demon Hall and Molting Dragon Heavenly Court were among the top powers in the Red Dragon Starfield. With their vast territories, they provided him with hundreds of system rewards.

Unfortunately, only the rewards from the Extreme Demon Minor Thousand World and Molting Dragon Minor Thousand World were useful; the rest of the rewards were rather ordinary.

It wasn't that they had no value, but rather, for him, they were of little use.