Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"Dragons, at least a Half-Saint!"
The faces of the elders of the Nong family and the Mo family changed. Such a terrifying aura made them secretly aghast.
That was the aura of a powerful Dragons, a true Half-Saint or above.
The newcomer shot out from the void like lightning, attracting Du Shaofu's attention first. His gaze had already sunk.
That level of aura could not escape Du Shaofu's sharp Primordial Spirit. That was a true Half-Saint or above, definitely not weaker than the Earth Demon Envoy from the Devil religion not long ago.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One arrow, two arrows, three arrows.
At the same time, green light shone brightly in the void. The sound of wind breaking was like thunder, and three arrows shot out from the side of the void towards the newcomer.
Wherever the three light arrows passed, a large area of space was directly distorted. Before the arrow tip, the space collapsed, and the light traces that distorted space pierced through space.
This was Dongli Qingqing's attack. She had been watching the surroundings closely, and the moment the newcomer appeared, she did not hesitate to summon the Taiqing Demon-subduing Bow.
A dazzling green light spread out like the sun. The ancient bow in Dongli Qingqing's hand emitted a terrifying aura, like an ancient god awakening from a deep slumber. A mysterious power burned as the bow was pulled back and released.
These three arrows were too frightening. They caused the figure of the Dragon Clan to be obstructed. Immediately, he came to a halt in the void. Monstrous light erupted. Accompanied by a dragon roar, it turned into a strange palm print that distorted the void in front of him and blocked the attack.
The three arrows shot out and collided with the palm print, carrying a mysterious and vast force that devoured life.
Although the last three arrows pierced through the palm print, they were powerless to continue and disappeared into the void.
Dongli Qingqing's delicate body staggered back a little. Her beautiful face was a little pale, and her dark brows furrowed.
Dongli Qingqing had used all her strength to shoot those three arrows, but they could not do anything to the newcomer. They could only block it.
Boom!
Above the void, golden light filled the sky, and purple-gold lightning arcs swept out. Monstrous energy ripples shook the sky.
"Dominating Sword Path!" "
At the same time, an indifferent and overbearing shout resounded, and then a strand of violet gold sword light flashed forward!
This sword seemed to be able to split a mountain. There was nothing fancy about it.
However, wherever the sword radiance passed, the space collapsed, revealing traces of a vacuum, accompanied by purple-gold lightning arcs that swept out in all directions.
This sword brought with it a domineering aura that made one tremble in fear. Energy pressure spread out from it, causing the space to tremble violently.
A terrifying sword intent also swept through the clouds. That overbearing sword aura made people's hair stand on end.
This was Du Shaofu attacking at the same time. The aura of the dragon race was coming, so Du Shaofu did not hesitate at all and struck first to gain the upper hand.
The Dragons had no time to dodge at all. They could only wave their hands. As the might of the dragon surged, a palm print condensed and turned into the shadow of a dragon.
"Chi la …"
The sword light and the dragon shadow collided, but there wasn't much of a sound of energy. Only the terrifying sword light turned into rune ripples that swept through the surrounding void like a tsunami, and the purple-gold lightning arcs flew away.
"Deng deng …"
The figure of the Dragons was sent flying. The void behind him shattered inch by inch, and the shattered space ripples shot out in all directions like waves.
"Humph!"
A muffled snort came from the throat of the person. He seemed to have suffered a loss. In the end, he stomped his foot, and the void under his foot cracked. His figure stopped a hundred feet away.
It was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His bald head was like a piece of jade, but there was a mysterious pattern glowing like a dragon tattoo on his head.
The old man's forehead bulged slightly, and his eyes were filled with venom. He stared at Du Shaofu and Dongli Qing Qing, who had just arrived at Du Shaofu's side. His face was filled with rage, and it was dark and unsightly.
"If I'm not wrong, that's the Shang Long Saint of the Dragons. He's much more senior than Long Teng. It's said that One Sword has been in seclusion for many years. I didn't expect him to come out!" The beautiful woman leading the Mo family looked at the old man with a frown.
"Is he in the Saint Realm?"
Mo Runan was surprised, and her charming face changed. She said, "Could it be that Saint Realm cultivators can already enter the Heavenly Devil Battlefield?"
"He shouldn't have set foot in the Saint Realm, but he's already a Half-saint. Maybe he's not too far away from the real Saint Realm!"
The beautiful woman was also surprised. The seal outside the Heavenly Devil Battlefield should have been weakened to the point that even Half-saints could enter. Maybe the real Saint Realm could enter at this moment. It seemed that the real dispute in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield had begun.
"A Half-saint expert. I'm afraid that the Demon King will be in trouble!"
Zhou Xiaoluo raised her eyes and felt the aura of the Dragons expert. She was worried about Du Shaofu.
"Not necessarily. The Demon King didn't suffer a loss just now!" The old man leading the Mo family said.
At this moment, Shang Long Saint was staring at Du Shaofu and Dongli Qingqing with a gloomy face.
The broken dragon soul stones of Dragon Er, Long Teng, and the others in the clan proved that they had been killed. He entered the Heavenly Devil Battlefield with all his strength and got the news that the Demon King, Du Shaofu, had massacred the Dragons.
Long Yi was the last hope of the Dragons, and no accident could happen to him.
Therefore, Shang Long Saint used the secret method of the Dragons to find Long Yi. He wanted to protect the last hope of the Dragons.
But in the end, he felt Long Yi's dragon soul dissipate. He rushed over and saw Long Yi being killed with his own eyes. He was furious and wanted to kill Du Shaofu directly.
However, Shang Long Saint didn't expect that with his cultivation and strength, he would be stopped by the three arrows of the young woman. Then, he was forced back by Du Shaofu's sword. He even suffered a loss.
Secretly observing Du Shaofu, Shang Long Saint didn't need to guess. He had already recognized Du Shaofu's identity. That golden-winged Peng sword had proven his identity, and he was also secretly shocked. He was clearly a human, but his aura was like that of a real golden-winged Peng.
"You are Du Shaofu, right? Anyone who kills my Dragons will be torn to pieces by my Dragons!"
Shang Long Saint stared at Du Shaofu. His anger drowned out everything, and the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised. If looks could kill, Du Shaofu would have died ten times over.
Du Shaofu's expression did not change much when he heard Shang Long Saint's words, which were filled with killing intent. However, he was secretly surprised. Shang Long Saint's strength seemed to be stronger than the Earth Demon Envoy's. His Tyrant Sword Way and Lightning Mysteries had been directly countered by Shang Long Saint's attack.
"The Dragons have provoked me time and time again. I can't let them trample on me!"
Looking at Shang Long Saint, Du Shaofu said indifferently. He felt that Shang Long Saint's aura was not at the level of the true Saint Realm expert who had chased after him. He estimated that Shang Long Saint was at most a Half-step Saint.
Although Du Shaofu didn't dare to be careless with such a cultivation, he was absolutely not afraid.
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