Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 588: Killing Two Dragons in Succession!

Fierce astral winds that wreaked havoc across the Abyss surged from beneath Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul, erupting in a devastating torrent from within the three colossal tempests.

The tempests pulling him downward just moments ago now spewed terrifying astral winds that engulfed Pang Jian.

The Wind Dragon gripped the Windmaster Pearl in its jaws and streaked through the boundless astral winds like a gale incarnate, its massive eyes gleaming with a ruthless light.

Slender, gray-white veins writhed wildly within the raging winds, each containing profound bloodline mysteries from the Wind Dragon's lineage.

Many of these bloodline profundities had long surpassed the Wind Dragon's capabilities. Rather, they belonged to a Wind Dragon God that had perished tens of thousands of years ago.

"Ancestor has granted me three drops of his blood! Each drop carries the power to unleash a Rank Ten Wind Dragon's ultimate art! Pang Jian, you will die here today! Su Wanrou will share the same fate!" the old Wind Dragon roared savagely.

Meanwhile, a Rank Nine Flame Dragon, alongside the other three Fey Kings—the Golden Elephant, Nether Serpent, and Qilin—watched as the astral winds engulfed both the Wind Dragon and Pang Jian, drowning them in an endless maelstrom of razor-sharp gales.

They had never seen the Wind Dragon in such a terrifying state before.

None of the other Fey Kings had expected the Wind Dragon to be ferocious enough to contend with a True God.

"Just wait until that mad dragon kills Pang Jian!"

The Rank Nine Flame Dragon positioned himself between the raging tempests and the three Fey Kings.

His true dragon form transformed into a wall of fire, his eyes burning like twin pools of molten flames as he growled, "Long Yan didn't just die at this man's hands. He was refined into his very being! I can feel it! The remnants of Long Yan's bloodline aura!"

This Rank Nine Flame Dragon was an elder of the Rank Eight Long Yan's lineage. His bloodline talent was limited, and he had long accepted that Rank Nine was his ceiling.

Long Yan had been the greatest hope of the Flame Dragon lineage, one capable of one day surpassing Lin Qiyang of the Pure Land Sect and ascending to a Fey God through the Dao of Fire.

He had poured everything into Long Yan's growth and had always made way for his rise.

This Rank Nine Flame Dragon Elder had scoured the Abyss, gathering the purest flames to refine Long Yan's body and bloodline for the glory of the Dragon Race.

Through his efforts, Long Yan had risen to stand above all other Rank Eight dragons.

Grief and despair consumed the Rank Nine Flame Dragon when he learned that Long Yan had perished on the Demon Abyss Continent.

Rumors had spread. Some claimed the Divine Treasure Sect had killed Long Yan, while others said a Demon Sect powerhouse had accidentally killed him.

However, the Rank Nine Flame Dragon was now certain that Pang Jian had refined Long Yan alive!

"The Sword Pavilion!" roared the Rank Nine Flame Dragon, massive body trembling with rage as he circled the tempest-ridden battlefield.

Rings of blazing fire emerged around the outer edge of the tempests, burning with searing intensity.

Molten lava, searing iron, and golden artifacts burned intensely within the flames. They surged toward the tempest-ridden battlefield under the guidance of the Rank Nine Flame Dragon's bloodline power.

Wind could fuel fire, and the Wind Dragon had long been his old comrade.

Two old Rank Nine dragons wielded their combined might against their shared enemy, harnessing the raging gales to fuel an inferno to eradicate this rising True God.

The three other Fey Kings found themselves unable to intervene.

***

Astral winds, scorching gales, and frigid tempests slashed at Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul like fiery spears and frozen daggers.

Unfazed, Pang Jian summoned a protective shield. A radiant starry sky shimmered above his head as he unleashed the power of the six demonic realms using the Abyssal Demon Sword.

"Six Demons Anchor the Heavens!"

The six demonic realms erupted with demonic energy!

Six ancient demonic realms were manifested anew in the Abyss through the Abyssal Demon Sword.

They unfolded above, beneath, in front, behind, and to the sides of Pang Jian, anchoring his Immortal Divine Soul.

The boundless astral winds, scorching gales, and frigid tempests howled as they were sucked into the six demonic realms. The demons within devoured them whole, and the overwhelming demonic radiance soon extinguished their fury.

Pang Jian stood unmoved in the raging maelstrom, unshakable as a mountain.

"Starflow Technique, Lunar Edges."

Pang Jian wielded his sword with a momentum that stirred the starry sky above.

His divine sense and will flowed through the Abyssal Demon Sword, extending into the summoned starry sky to draw upon the power of the stars and moons.

The stars in the dark region of his chest lit up one after another!

A crescent and a full moon emerged from the depths of the darkness.

Following his heart and insights into the Heavenly Dao, Pang Jian executed his sword techniques.

All sense of self faded. Pang Jian felt like his body had become one with the starry skies. His consciousness became the boundless stars and his will the radiant moons.

It was as if he had become part of the boundless starry skies beyond the Abyss.

Every sword strike he unleashed resonated with the stars. Even the momentum of his sword seemed to follow the trajectories of the celestial bodies!

The stars and the moons, refined from stellar and lunar energy, started to fall from the starry sky above Pang Jian's head.

Each star and moon was a sword, a guiding beacon in Pang Jian's heart leading toward the eternal expanse beyond the Abyss.

For millennia, the beings of the Abyss had gazed upon the starry skies, looking at the stars and moons above like they were the lights of hope.

Before the human race learned of the Outer Gods, they had worshiped the stars and moons as divine beings, believing them to possess a will of their own.

They thought that the celestial bodies watched over the beings of the Abyss and had crafted visions of beauty and wonder based on them.

Their yearning, reverence, and admiration for the celestial lights seemed to manifest within the sword light descending from above.

The sword light rained down like a sky of falling stars.

The Rank Nine Wind Dragon's thousand-zhang-long body was riddled with holes as the falling stars and moons pierced through it. Its scales cracked and shattered one after another.

A crescent moon and a full moon emerged from the terrifying storm of astral winds and shot toward the Rank Nine Flame Dragon.

One moon struck the Flame Dragon's forehead while the other crashed into its back.

The raging Flame Dragon was torn apart. The crushing impact of the first moon had pulverized its head.

Pang Jian had slain the Wind and Flame Dragons with ease and efficiency.

The Dragon Lair Sect had ruled over the Fey Race of the Abyss for years, reigning supreme over the Sacred Soul Continent. The mighty Long Xiao stood as its towering overlord while these Rank Nine dragons acted as its unseen pillars of strength.

Three Rank Nine dragons had fallen in succession—the Wind Dragon, the Flame Dragon, and the Ice Dragon that Li Zhaotian had killed.

The Dragon Lair Sect had suffered a crippling blow, one unseen in thousands of years.

The emergence of a Rank Nine dragon was an exceedingly rare event and happened with far less frequency than an Immortal Realm human cultivator.

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Including Long Zhan, four Rank Nine dragons had perished relatively recently. This sent waves of fear through the Golden Elephant, Nether Serpent, and Qilin.

If the domineering ancient Thunder Dragon were to suffer any misfortune in this battle, the Dragon Lair Sect's era of dominance over the Fey Race would undoubtedly come to an end.

"The Poison Scourge has spread across the Sacred Soul Continent. Who knows how many will perish from the deadly poison? The dragons of the Dragon Lair Sect are falling one after another, yet no one has come to aid us." The Fey King Nether Serpent sighed. "If the price of breaking our bloodline restrictions is the extinction of our race..."

The Golden Elephant and Qilin remained silent at those words.

Long Xiao remained deep within the dense, poisonous mist, locked in a fierce struggle against Su Wanrou of the Pure Land Sect. Beside the well-shaped domain of sword light, Pang Jian had just slain two Rank Nine dragons.

Questioning Long Xiao's decisions seemed inappropriate at such a time, but the three Fey Kings also knew that they would not have been a match for those two old dragons even if they combined forces.

Naturally, they would be no match for Pang Jian either.

If they truly followed the Dragon Lair Sect's orders to kill Pang Jian and disrupt Li Zhaotian's path to godhood, the only fate that awaited them was certain death.

The Golden Elephant, recalling the Celestial Phoenix's unparalleled grace, could not help but murmur, "If Lady Celestial Phoenix were still alive, she would never let us march to our deaths like this."

The Qilin and Nether Serpent fell into an even deeper silence.

***

After killing the two dragons, Pang Jian paid no heed to the three Fey Kings, focusing solely on guarding the well-shaped domain behind him.

He had only left the sea of poisonous mist to ensure his master's path to godhood remained undisturbed.

Any daring to approach or interfere with his master's ascension would be swiftly cut down.

Suddenly, a faint tingling numbness emanated from the wound on his chest.

Pang Jian instinctively reached out to grasp a strand of Fortune to heal his wounds.

He knew this sensation only arose when a new Fortune emerged.

His master's fusion with the divine seat was still in progress, meaning this new Fortune did not originate from him.

If it was not from his master, there was only one other explanation.

Another True God had fallen.