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Chapter 1122 - Chapter 1122 Chapter Four Hundred and Sixteen Fratricide

Chapter 1122: Chapter Four Hundred and Sixteen: Fratricide Chapter 1122: Chapter Four Hundred and Sixteen: Fratricide Once they truly ventured deep into the storm, they found it to be mysteriously misty and quiet, tranquil and peaceful like a fairyland.

However, this scene evoked a wary, long whine from the Red-eyed Evil Dragon. The Dragon Clan’s perception was extremely sharp, but Duan Longcheng could not detect any danger.

He could only be extremely cautious and formed his spiritual power into a sword, continuously cleaving away the storm’s spiritual power nodes.

Before long, he had destroyed more than half of the spiritual power nodes within the storm, and just when Duan Longcheng thought that things would continue to go smoothly, an unexpected problem arose.

Stumbling upon a companion who was also breaking the formation should have been a stroke of luck, but the sight of the other person wielding a spirit art, bristling with murderous intent, was hardly cause for celebration.

It was indeed an absurd situation that Duan Longcheng now faced, as he encountered Xiang Qi from the Northern Camp and Master Duanyang, both nearly at the pinnacle of the Fierce Realm. Even facing just one of them, victory or defeat would be more than a hundred moves away, let alone confronting both at the same time.

How could it be that companions who were breaking the formation together just moments ago turned their weapons against each other so quickly?

But the chillingly murderous spirit arts did not provide any answers, so Duan Longcheng had no choice but to use the Red-eyed Evil Dragon to block Xiang Qi’s Five Elements Cloud Tiger, and a Seal Technique to fend off Wang Duanyang’s Nine Suns Divine Flame.

Managing to parry the strikes from two masters at once made Duan Longcheng’s chest roil with surging blood, and he shouted, “What the hell are you two doing, don’t you recognize me anymore?”

He hoped that his shout, infused with the clarity of his Dao Heart, would bring them back to their senses, but all it summoned was an even more fierce onslaught of spirit arts.

With no other choice, Duan Longcheng had to engage in battle with both of them. From the outside, the already weakening heart of the storm was filled with the flashes of intersecting spirit arts and the reverberating aftermath of explosive spiritual rhythms, incredibly intense.

The three clan leaders watching from the outside all thought that the trio had found the perpetrator and were ganging up on them, not realizing that it was the three powerful entrants of the formation who were now fighting among themselves.

After about fifteen minutes, Master Duanyang was the first to emerge from the storm, his body covered in charred marks and looking utterly disheveled. He called out to Elder Nong for assistance, “The villain is already faltering, just send more reinforcements and we can achieve victory!”

No sooner had he spoken than Master Duanyang plunged back into the storm. The spiritual light roared once again, reigniting the fierce confrontation.

Seeing the three powerhouses so engrossed in their struggle, the three leaders were even more convinced of their assumptions and quickly sent more troops into the eye of the storm. This time, all the reinforcements they dispatched were Martial Ancestor level fighters.

With these reinforcements, the spiritual light explosions at the heart of the storm became even more fervent, occasionally accompanied by the howls of the Red-eyed Evil Dragon. The battle became even more intense, with Martial Ancestors being flung out of the eye of the storm one after another.

But this time, the three clan leaders noticed something amiss. The storm was supposed to be dominated by the wielder of the thunder beast, but the Martial Ancestors who were grievously injured and falling from the clouds bore unmistakable signs of the spirit techniques from the Evil King Palace on their bodies.

For instance, the Seal Technique that Duan Longcheng was proficient in, as well as the torn wounds on the body, and even the shattered cracks on one Martial Ancestor’s spirit armor, which greatly resembled the shape of a dragon’s tail.

If one listened carefully, they could feel that the dragon’s roar within the storm was not lofty, but rather one of furious pain.

What was going on!?

The three clan leaders exchanged glances, feeling that something was definitely wrong, yet they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

“For now, we must get them to stop quickly. There’s definitely something strange happening inside this storm!”

Xiang Ange made a decisive decision on the spot, which received unanimous approval from both the Head of the Liu Family and Elder Nong. They dispatched another Martial Ancestor deep into the eye of the storm to try and stop the fight, but before their man could get close, he was intercepted by a Purple Thunder Dragon that burst out of the eye of the storm, and they clashed fiercely.

If the three of them were merely speculating just now, they were now fully convinced that there must be deceit involved!

Of course, there was deceit, and the target of the deceit was naturally the titled powerhouse of Longzhou, the Young Palace Master of the Evil King Palace–Duan Longcheng, renowned for his unparalleled Soul Mark and unmatched Escape Technique.

In the eyes of all the strong who had rushed into the storm, Duan Longcheng and the Red-eyed Evil Dragon were believed to be the manipulators controlling the thunderous beasts behind the scenes.

However, Duan Longcheng himself could see clearly that all these were the experts of the Liu, Xiang, and Nong families. Initially, against Wang Duanyang and Xiang Qi, he had been holding back his strength, but as the number of participants in the battle grew, even the titled powerhouse started to feel his strength waning.

Especially after the Red-eyed Evil Dragon was injured, Duan Longcheng simply steeled his heart and went all out.

The Heroes’ Ring that took place once every ten years featured only the formidable experts from the Fierce Realm sects, and standing out amongst such a group of warriors was no easy feat.

Looking around, most of those holding high positions within the various sects of Longzhou were individuals who had ranked in the Heroes’ Ring.

Duan Longcheng’s secure position as the Young Palace Master of the Evil King Palace was not solely because he had the surname Duan!

Once he unleashed his full potential, Duan Longcheng became a killing machine within the storm, moving back and forth. The Red-eyed Evil Dragon, rather than weakening after being wounded, had its ferocity provoked even more.

Though caught in a siege, the pair, one man and one dragon, were exceptionally fierce. Any slightly aggressive move by the besiegers of the Fierce Realm, or a gap in their recovery, would be seized by Duan Longcheng for a ruthless counterattack.

Relying on his outstanding Escape Technique and the Red-eyed Evil Dragon’s extraordinarily resilient soul body, Duan Longcheng managed to hold his own, giving as good as he got, even under the siege of seven or eight Martial Ancestor level fighters.

Yet being outnumbered was ultimately a disadvantage, and Duan Longcheng’s Spiritual Power was not infinite. When the consumption of Spiritual Power reached a certain limit, his momentum started to decline.

Following the first time he was struck by a Spirit Art and his protective secret technique was destroyed, the wounds on Duan Longcheng’s body grew more numerous.

And since the soul and the body are one, the more severely Duan Longcheng was injured, the stronger the Red-eyed Evil Dragon became. Its bloodthirsty gaze seemed to lift up a heaven-high sea of blood.

The battle intensified until a violent explosion of Spiritual Power tore open the sky, and the gales formed by the collision of Spirit Arts shredded the thunderstorm, revealing the true scene within.

The once imposing Red-eyed Evil Dragon was now but a broken dragon, its horns shattered, its silver scales fallen, revealing the void soul body underneath. Even one of its four claws had been severed at the base. Duan Longcheng, covered in blood and gasping for breath, propped himself against the dragon’s head, his breath extremely weak.

The besiegers on the other side were in no better shape, with Wang Duanyang and Xiang Qi as the main forces hardly needing mention, and those Martial Ancestors who assisted from the sidelines were all injured as well. Both sides had fought with true fervor, using their most profound skills, but when the wind screen dispersed, they found that they were fighting among themselves, something they struggled to accept.

Just as Duan Longcheng was about to speak, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The severely injured Red-eyed Evil Dragon even turned its head and roared towards the desolate ridge.

A force exuding an indescribable oppression arose from the shrubbery, several Purple Thunder Dragons coiled like a dragon’s throne, slowly lifting a man composed entirely of azure lightning into the air.

The man, whose eyes contained myriad thunderous lights, looked down upon the crowd of North City with the authority of heavenly thunder and said, “Are you still unwilling to leave, or do you wish for Chen to take action personally?”