Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 807 - 632: Use 9: Seeing Headless Dragons, Auspicious!_2

Chapter 807: Chapter 632: Use 9: Seeing Headless Dragons, Auspicious!_2

It actually soared higher than my own literary energy.

"Are you... Liu Wencheng the World Unifier?!

Impossible, haven’t you been dead for over two hundred years?

How could a mere Confucian scholar like you return to life after death and be enshrined with a divine position that won’t lose consciousness to the Human Dao?

What was the point of me pledging allegiance to the Sect?"

This prominent "traitor" of the Great Yan Dynasty is really pretending to be an expert.

Furthermore, upon realizing that everything he had painstakingly pursued was easily obtained by the other party, even someone as shameless as Qian Shouzhi’s mentality collapsed on the spot.

His lofty Heart Light several meters high thunderously shattered, instantly plummeting from the Great Scholar Realm.

He collapsed to the ground, barely breathing, exhaling more than inhaling.

"Go, kill them for me! Ten Thousand Enemies Skill · Three Yang Boils the Sea Formation, activate!"

Zhou Wenrui recognized the departure of the Ziwei Star Position associated with the Dragon Creation Technique and immediately sensed a calamity.

Though he wasn’t quite sure what this change implied, he instinctively knew it was certainly nothing good for him.

In a hurry, he instructed the guarding Three Yang Soldiers to set up the formation.

A brilliant green, a blazing red, and a pure white sun explosively detonated.

Under the sweeping frenzy of military aura, Zhou Wenrui, a Martial Saint of Small Success Realm, leaped into the air and revealed his exclusive Military Dao Dharma Image — Chaotic Pupiled Qiu Dragon!

Seven parts dragon, three parts human, with tumor-like scales covering its entire body, holding a seal in one hand, symbolizing authority, and a sword in the other, symbolizing martial power.

The nine pupils in its two eyes darted everywhere as if possessing consciousness.

Anyone else, having their sacrificial ritual of this level interrupted, might have instantly perished from the horrifying backlash of Dragon Energy.

And yet, Chaotic Pupiled Qiu Dragon was born to sow chaos in the world, and even under the turbulent assault of Dragon Energy, its influence on him was negligible.

"Roar! Don’t be too eager to celebrate!

Wang Qianshan, you lowlife, only fit to guard the tombs of my Zhou Family’s Imperial lineage, have ruined my plans time and again, you should have died long ago!

Today, I’ll devour your flesh and blood alive to vent the hatred in my heart!"

The mental state of Demons and Ghosts is inherently abnormal.

Humanity has almost completely vanished from Zhou Wenrui as well.

The dragon Qingyan he had once imprisoned, the Wood Element Dragon Scale Armor he had painstakingly acquired, the daughter he had cruelly sent to her death—all snatched away by this young man before him.

Even today, his tremendously costly blood sacrifice of ten thousand humans for the Dragon Slaying Skill and Dragon Creation Technique is on the verge of being disrupted by this boy.

He is simply fated to be a nemesis, a curse to Zhou Wenrui’s existence.

He absolutely cannot be allowed to remain!

By this point, Zhou Wenrui hasn’t even considered finding fault with himself.

If he hadn’t been so cruel and unfeeling, exploiting his wife and daughter.

With Wang Yuan, a son-in-law with the potential to overturn Heaven and Earth, assisting him, it might not have been impossible to recreate Qiankun and rejuvenate the Great Yan Dynasty.

Turning his dream from the past of bringing prosperity to the nation into reality.

Unfortunately, there aren’t so many ’ifs’ in the world.

With his imperial Crown Robe, Wang Yuan sat quietly in the Dragon Carriage, paying no attention to the trapped beast fight of this cheap father-in-law.

If not for requiring the bloodline presence of Huang Wu to stabilize the field, he would have preferred that his sister not meet Zhou Wenrui again and simply kill this defeated dog in passing.

Seeing Huang Wu frown in confusion at Zhou Wenrui’s provocations.

"Xiao Yuan, this Ming King seems..."

To prevent his sister from feeling upset, Wang Yuan instantly shook his body, letting out a crisp shout as the Taibai Avatar transformed into a line of scorching white blade light before charging fiercely ahead.

The Yin Yang Heart Bell on Huang Wu’s ankle also emitted a jet-black Yin Wind, chasing along.

Morphing into the White Tiger Elite Soldiers, Long Water Camp, and Feather Forest Camp, joining forces to launch the Ten Thousand Enemies Skill · Hundred Ghosts Yin Wind Formation.

After over a year of sustained nurturing through the Blowing Horns and Connecting Camps and Ghost Medicine, this batch of Yin Soldiers has uplifted four-tenths to the Dao General Realm.

Their comprehensive combat power far surpasses the scattered Three Yang Soldiers opposite them.

Should they someday fully reach the Dao General, with an additional three-tenths advancing to the fourth realm Military Leader.

These mere three camps of Yin Soldiers could match the eight thousand Soldier Terracotta of Emperor Shi, which enables a Human Immortal to dominate without defeat against same-level opponents.

Upon ascending to Human Immortal, they fearlessly unleash their potential battle strength.

Surging military aura engulfs the body as parts of the Taibai Avatar manifest as the Military Dao Dharma Image · Winged White Tiger.

Silver-white hair strands sprout black and white striped tiger ears, whereas an iron-like striped tiger tail swishes from the rear, stirring up a fiercest tempest.

Meanwhile, the White Day Star appears overhead.

The power of Hesperus pours forcefully into her body, amplifying her strength across the board.

Her Star Official reaches its strongest form with the Star Entering Life.

With an embroidered mouth utterance, a crescent-shaped blazing white blade light shot skyward, the Dragon Roar Tiger Roar reverberating, the blade ringing clang clang.

Acutely sharp! Bone-chilling cold!

"Three or four blares of horns at the city’s head, a precious sword hums night and day in its sheath! Sever—!"

With just one slash, Zhou Wenrui, who grew as if force-fed, was blasted into the mountain against the Imperial Mausoleum.

"Not only are you a weakling, but a sore loser.

Until now, you still blame others. You scoundrel haven’t made any progress at all.

No salvage, back to the furnace for remaking."

Speaking, he swung down yet another blade.

At this moment.

From across the river, realizing it had been tricked, the Red Lotus Avatar.

Escaped the nearly collapsing Four Spirits Creation Formation, which had claimed too many Sages, roaring as it charged towards Wang Yuan’s body on the Dragon Carriage.