The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1420

Chapter 1420: Chapter 1416: Walking Dead Chapter 1420: Chapter 1416: Walking Dead Shen Luo took advantage of the moment of Ao Qin's distraction, his figure flickered, and he swept to Ao Hong's side, his hands supporting him.

A dazzling light of gold and black burst forth, caging Ao Hong's body within it, isolating those blood-colored musical notes and even more black light pierced into Ao Hong's body, sucking away all the blood-colored notes within.

Without the Demonic Qi nesting, the turmoil inside Ao Hong's body quickly subsided, and he regained his divine wisdom, immediately rolling over to stand up.

“Enough, they can already withstand this damned flute sound, stop playing!” Ao Qin, seeing this scene, shouted in a cold voice.

The flute sound within the Treasure Vault ceased abruptly, and the blood-colored notes fluttering about gradually disappeared into nothingness.

“Who would have thought you had some skills? I've had my share of fun. Now, I'll send you on your way,” Ao Qin scoffed coldly, taking a big step forward, his eyes lighting up with a strange gleam. He lifted his palm and curved his fingers like claws, grasping at the void in front of him.

A fierce light illuminated within the palm, a point of blue halo rapidly spiraling, forming a massive azure light orb from thin air. A vague dragon shadow swam restlessly within it, swallowing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Aura like devouring oceans of air.

A torrential suction force erupted from within, the surrounding Void rumbling violently.

“Brother Shen, that Ao Qin has condensed a sliver of Dragon Soul within it, capable of absorbing the Qi of the Four Seas, the Heaven and Earth Aura it draws is beyond our imagination, we must not confront it with force,” Ao Hong observed, and without caring about curing his injuries, his whole body flashed with light, transforming back into his dragon form.

Shen Luo frowned, his Profound Yellow Staff emitting a soaring golden light.

“Die.” Ao Qin had already let out a roar of anger, his palm striking out.

“Roar…”

Along with a fierce dragon's roar, the azure light orb, with a series of afterimages, charged straight at Shen Luo and Ao Hong. Inside, a golden dragon shadow showed its fangs and danced its claws, full of a bloodthirsty and fierce presence, reaching them in an instant.

Shen Luo had not expected Ao Qin to strike so quickly. His fingers moved in sequence, the Profound Yellow Staff flaring with a gold and black light, solidifying into a light curtain that was half golden and half pitch black. The two seemingly opposing forces maintained a strangely perfect balance.

However, he was a moment too slow; he was unable to maximize the power of the gold and black light curtain. The azure light orb had already shot forth.

As soon as they made contact, a thunderous “boom” resounded throughout the entire Treasure Vault.

The explosive brilliance blasted open the dome of the Dragon Palace Treasure Vault, leaving a void a hundred feet wide.

And at the center of the explosion, both Shen Luo and Ao Hong were sent flying.

Ao Hong reacted a moment slower than Shen Luo and was harshly blown away by the explosion without getting the chance to perform his God's Power. He continuously spewed blood from his mouth, his scale armor shattered inch by inch, and the blood gushed out, scattering throughout the void and spraying dazzling blooms of blood.

Shen Luo was also blown away by the explosion; fortunately, the Profound Yellow Staff had blocked much of the blast, and since he had already performed the Xuan Yang Demonic Transformation Divine Power, his defense was incredibly strong, and he was not injured by the shock.

Just as he was about to check Ao Hong's condition, a piercing howl erupted from the center of the explosion. A three-foot-long golden Flood Dragon, like a golden sword, shot out straight, heading right for Ao Hong's head.

Shen Luo's pupils shrank; the golden Flood Dragon seemed ordinary but emitted a strong aura of destruction. If this strike was successful, Ao Hong's life would be over.

At the critical moment, he could no longer care for anything else; he flashed in front of Ao Hong, his chest braced to meet the oncoming golden Flood Dragon.

“Crack”

A crisp sound, Shen Luo's chest bone armor was pierced through, his body involuntarily arching backward as blood splashed from his chest.

But immediately after, another “crack” sound followed, as his back bone armor was also penetrated by the Flood Dragon.

The power of the Golden Flood Dragon that passed through him had drained considerably, yet still managed, with its remaining force, to crash into Ao Hong's forehead.

“Crack”

Ao Hong's head suffered a heavy blow and jerked violently backwards, it was unclear whether his skull had been penetrated or his neck had been broken.

Finally, the Golden Flood Dragon dissipated, and Ao Hong also fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Upon seeing this, Ao Qin's taut body suddenly relaxed, nearly collapsing to the ground, as the Ancestral Dragon's Qi around him began to fade away, and the golden armor on his body also gradually vanished, evidently having used up most of his strength.

Just then, his brow furrowed suddenly, and with a look of disbelief, he noticed that not only was Shen Luo not dead, but Ao Hong was also slowly rising from where he lay.

But at this moment, there was something rather strange about him.

Ao Hong's body was enveloped in a dark red aura of blood energy, wisps and strands rising from him as if they were steam evaporated from blood.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face expressionless, appearing as if he had fainted, with only a blood-red mark where the Golden Flood Dragon had struck his forehead.

Shen Luo had, at the last critical moment, diverted the Golden Dragon's attack with his Soft Smoke Luo Brocade Clothing, and though it appeared to have pierced through him, he had not actually sustained serious injury.

“Ao Hong, are you alright?” He noticed something was off about him and hurriedly called out.

However, Ao Hong did not respond at all, his body swaying as if he were a walking corpse.

“Something's wrong, quick, take this chance and kill him,” shouted Ao Qin, as he leaped into action.

A white shadow flashed through mid-air, as a snow-white longsword shot out, stabbing straight toward Ao Hong.

The tip of the sword was covered with ice and snow, radiating an intense chill that caused the surrounding void to freeze with a “crackling” sound.

Seeing that Ao Hong could not be woken, Shen Luo ignored his own injuries, leapt into the air, forgoing the Profound Yellow Staff, and with one hand grabbed his Pure Yang Flying Sword. He formed the Pure Yang Burning Sword Technique and positioned himself in front of Ao Hong.

“Heavenly Dragon Breaking City Spear!”

Ao Qin bellowed in fury, and in his palm appeared an ancient, pitch-black dragon spear, which from tip to handle was stained with cluster after cluster of dark red bloodstains, as if it had gone through countless slaughters.

His entire being's aura condensed, man and spear nearly merging into one, he seemed to become one entity, and with the help of the Ancestral Dragon's Power wrapping around him, in that instant, his aura turned extremely sharp, sweeping horizontally toward Shen Luo.

Shen Luo's brow slightly furrowed, and immediately changed his tactic. His figure surged forward, the flames from the Pure Yang Sword in his hand intensifying, engulfing his figure and, in the next instant, man and sword became one, the fusion more seamless than Ao Hong's.

“Pure Yang Instant Kill Sword!”

A flash of firelight suddenly blazed forth, flying at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye, and after a metallic clang resounded through mid-air, the confrontation was over.

Both the black dragon spear and Ao Qin were cleaved and sent flying away on an angle, while Shen Luo, together with his sword, was also knocked back, unable to halt his momentum, and slammed hard against the stone wall.

On the other side, golden light exploded in mid-air, and countless ice crystals shot out. The white longsword had been violently knocked away, failing to harm Ao Hong.

Shen Luo rolled off the stone wall and landed on the ground, his complexion somewhat pale, breathing shallowly.

After repeated fierce battles, his Mana was nearly exhausted, and he felt powerless to continue the fight.

Just then, he saw Ao Qin's figure charge forward, relentlessly aiming another strike at Ao Hong's head.

In his palm, a purple-gold lightning condensed into a light sphere the size of a longan, clearly compressing his power to the extreme. If it hit Ao Hong's head from close range, the latter would undoubtedly be dead.