Chapter 971: 202: Swallowing the Heavens (8K)_5
Chapter 971: Chapter 202: Swallowing the Heavens (8K)_5
The roaring sound was deafening, filled with a supreme might, as if the ruler of heaven and earth had unleashed their fury.
Since ancient times, the Dragon Clan has been one of the strongest beings in existence.
Li Hao’s mind trembled, and he felt his blood racing through his veins, an inexplicable fear compelling him to kneel. This was the influence of the other party’s Saint Path.
Li Hao immediately entered the “Transform to Immortal” state. His consciousness sank, merging with heaven and earth.
The vast pressure coursed through his body and dissipated, like a breeze finding no place to settle.
Li Hao maneuvered the shattered blade to attack swiftly, aiming to sever the Dragon Saint’s body from its Primordial Spirit, mimicking the method he used to slay the Mixed Heaven Saint before.
However, he was unfamiliar with the Dragon Saint’s bodily structure. Previously, his success in killing the Mixed Heaven Saint in an instant after repeated attacks came from accumulated experience.
“What a massive commotion, damn it!”
Li Hao’s face darkened as the remnant blade sliced rapidly through the Dragon Saint’s body, severing it piece by piece. The blade seemed to follow its skeletal structure, probing the body’s internal pathways.
Compared to Li Hao, the Dragon Saint was even more alarmed. He tried to resist but discovered that his Dragon Emperor Domain could not restrain the blade at all. He maneuvered his hardest scales to block it, yet they were only marginally effective.
Even his proud Dragon Bone was as weak as clay, offering no resistance.
“You… are still alive? Could it be—?”
As the Dragon Saint regenerated his body and dodged frantically, a look of shock and horror appeared in his eyes.
The Mixed Heaven Saint had pursued Li Hao, but now Li Hao had returned wielding such a terrifying weapon. It was hard not to suspect that the Mixed Heaven Saint had been killed by him!
But that was Mixed Heaven! A Supreme Saint, capable of clashing evenly with a Source Ancestor; surely not someone who could be slain easily.
Slice! Slice! Slice!
The remnant blade continuously shredded the Dragon Saint’s flesh. Although his body kept healing, Li Hao’s unrelenting strikes grew increasingly familiar with its structure.
Panicked and furious, the Dragon Saint chose not to confront Li Hao directly. Instead, he abruptly turned and lunged toward a nearby well.
The well appeared small, like an ordinary household water well, but its walls concealed a vast inner chamber.
As the Dragon Saint plunged into it, his Dragon Clan Supreme form was revealed. His body, spanning dozens of miles like a mountain range, blotted out the sky and cast monumental shadows. Just a single dragon eye was as colossal as the Imperial Palace of a Dynasty, radiating an overwhelming aura.
He dove into the well, which was filled with crimson blood.
As his massive body crashed into it, waves tens of thousands of feet high surged, and the blood churned violently.
Li Hao arrived at the well’s edge and saw the Dragon Saint thrashing in the blood. From its body emanated waves of savage, bloody energy—a presence so chilling it made his hair stand on end.
“What kind of blood is that?”
Li Hao was alarmed. The well within this dilapidated ancient hall turned out to be filled with blood, and that blood seemed to carry an eerie power.
He observed the Dragon Saint’s body soaked in the blood. Between its dragon scales, a crimson glow seeped out, making it appear even more feral. Its dragon eyes turned blood-red, and the light in its pupils became particularly piercing and terrifying.
Just as he was about to manipulate the remnant blade to test the opponent’s changes, a faint sensation rippled through the heavens and earth.
Li Hao’s expression shifted slightly. Someone was stealthily approaching, and quickly at that.
That aura—Li Hao recognized it. It was the Source Ancestor!
Thinking of the Source Ancestor, Li Hao immediately thought of the Seven Tribulation Emperor Weapon that dominated All Heavens.
That weapon, forged from over a thousand Heaven and Earth Treasures, was unimaginably powerful.
Furthermore, the Source Ancestor himself was far superior to the Mixed Heaven Saint, having reached the Incense Fire Divine Realm.
Li Hao’s face darkened. If the Source Ancestor arrived, the Dragon Saint would undoubtedly mention Mixed Heaven’s fate. With the calculating minds of Supreme Saints, piecing together the truth would be all too easy.
His gaze darted around, searching for a way to escape. His eyes landed on the small courtyard, where he noticed a sculpture.
The sculpture depicted the Ancient Hall Master’s likeness.
At this moment, faint waves of energy were radiating from within the sculpture.
The energy felt somewhat familiar to Li Hao, similar to the Immortal Qi he had comprehended and absorbed into his body!
Boom!
Just then, the Dragon Saint burst forth from the well, his massive body spiraling through the air.
The small courtyard appeared to be the size of a human dwelling, yet the Dragon Saint’s form, spanning dozens of miles, coiled through the skies. The turbulent, gale-like pressure he generated had no effect on the courtyard below.
“Leave!”
Li Hao didn’t waste time engaging further and immediately turned to flee.
But just as he was about to move, he froze abruptly. On the pathway leading out from the Ancient Mountain, he sensed another aura stealthily closing in.
The subtle yet blazing energy fluctuation—was that of a Divine King!
Li Hao’s expression grew grim. At the same time, the Dragon Saint roared and spat out a crimson flame.
The blood flame surged, engulfing the entire courtyard.
Amidst the sea of blood-red flames, Li Hao noticed the bamboo forest within the courtyard. Though its leaves curled slightly, they didn’t immediately burn to ash.
On the surrounding walls, a faint silver-gray light began to glow, resisting the flames’ scorching effects and protecting the ancient hall from harm.
Yet within the flames, a surging torrent of bloodthirsty emotions flowed into Li Hao’s mind.
His head felt as though it were being forcibly pried open, with these emotions thrust inside, leaving him nauseated and wanting to retch.