Chapter 129: Chapter 129
Although the Four Saints Sealing Evil Array developed cracks, the Blood River Demon Monarch could only extend a very small portion of power, relying primarily on devouring negative emotions in human hearts, such as the fear and despair of Yuan Jingfei and others, to grow.
And this point is precisely restrained by Ye Qingzhou’s Heart Sword Secret Technique, which specializes in targeting the mind and will.
By severing the Demonic Thought from the Sword Evil, the Blood River Heart Image would be unsustainable.
"Sword Emperor’s inheritor, if I break free, I will refine you into a Blood Slave, dooming you to eternal damnation!"
While blocking Songg Xin’s attack, Ye Qingzhou responded with a cold sneer: "Say that again when you manage to come out. Chances are, you’ll only flee at the sight of me then."
"I want you dead, Ye Qingzhou!"
Songg Xin’s Winged Dragon bloodline began rampaging, his power and speed enhancing significantly once more. His strikes turned fierce and swift, exhibiting a wild beauty from an exotic wilderness, opening Ye Qingzhou’s eyes wide.
"Indeed, even combat skills can be inherited within the Dragon Race bloodline. What a formidable race."
Ye Qingzhou did not quickly end the battle; he wanted to observe the effects of the Dragon Transformation on a human body, as he was still researching improvements to the cultivation technique "The Fish-into-Dragon Transformation."
Many bloodline experiments couldn’t be conducted on Leon and Zhu Jinfeng, but Songg Xin could be used as a guinea pig.
In his extreme rage and hatred, sharp fangs grew from Songg Xin’s mouth; his eyes turned into vertical pupils, his hair began to fall out, and his body surface became covered in scales. Even the tail, which had degenerated, grew back, now lined with spikes and wielded by Songg Xin as a whip.
In his previous half-dragon form, from afar, Songg Xin retained more human traits.
Now, in his dragon-man form, Songg Xin hardly resembled a human, rather looking much like a large, bipedal lizard, his face completely transformed into a lizard’s face.
A powerful physique seemed equipped with a stroke engine, Dragon Blood surged through his veins like the mighty Changjiang River, accompanied by the sound of rushing water near his ears.
With a casual swing of his saber, Songg Xin’s speed reached Mach 2!
The gust of wind surged towards Ye Qingzhou, prompting him to take the battle somewhat more seriously.
Ye Qingzhou mobilized his Dantian for tightening and loosening, utilizing immense Spiritual Power to meticulously control the surging flow of Inner Breath.
It started with a slow on-off motion, and as the proficiency and frequency increased, the amplitude of the opening and closing became smaller, more compact, the surging and explosion of Inner Breath almost blended into one.
As the opening and closing rhythm of the Dantian quickened, the Inner Breath erupted continuously in the Sea of Qi like popping beans.
At that moment, Ye Qingzhou’s abdomen seemed installed with a high-power engine, the high-frequency micro-vibration of Inner Breath successfully stimulated his caudal vertebra sympathetic nerve, causing the tendons and bones to vibrate as well.
In Ye Qingzhou’s mind, the sound of waves was faintly heard, like thunder!
A terrifying power was rapidly budding inside him.
This was a mighty force, enough to break the norm, surpass limits!
The sound of waves and thunder reverberated continuously within, the Inner Breath erupting incessantly, roaring on and on; the violent power even gave Ye Qingzhou the illusion of being able to tear the sky apart.
Once again feeling the surging power within, delight flooded Ye Qingzhou’s heart: "It seems as my Physique strengthens, my first gear is growing stronger."
Songg Xin leaped into the air, wielding the Saber Baipi, capable of slicing mountains and splitting peaks, his saber speed breaking through to Mach 3.
At triple sonic speed, the blade sliced the air with immense friction; needing no supplementation of Inner Breath, heat quickly accumulated, flames ignited spontaneously, turning the blade red-hot like the fury in Songg Xin’s heart.
He was just one step away from breaking the seal, releasing the suppressed Blood River Demon Monarch, and thereby obtaining the Blood Essence Power to elevate his strength further.
Yet all of this had come to an abrupt halt due to Ye Qingzhou’s arrival.
Songg Xin was indignant, why was he being trampled underfoot by these Martial Dao prodigies?
He was the true child of Celestial Destiny, the one chosen by fate!
"Ye Qingzhou, you will die for me!"
Watching the sacrificial offerings rescued by Ye Qingzhou, the hatred and fury surged higher in Songg Xin’s heart, causing his golden scales to turn a scarlet red.
Dragons have a Reverse Scale, touch it and they shall die.
Within "The Fish-into-Dragon Transformation," there’s also a Martial Technique named Reverse Scale. Once the Blood Fury state is activated, one becomes indiscriminately frenzied and murderous, gaining explosive combat power several times over.
"You’re not the only one who mastered ’The Fish-into-Dragon Transformation.’"
Ye Qingzhou exhaled slowly, his Refining True Gold in Fire had seen some success, Geng Metal as bone, Xin Metal as flesh. His physical strength was not at all inferior to Songg Xin’s bloodline transformation, yet without all those side effects.
Looking at the incoming Songg Xin, Ye Qingzhou’s figure suddenly accelerated.
Divine Speed! ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Ye Qingzhou’s Inner Breath operated at full capacity, his speed escalated abruptly to Mach 7, a realm beyond Divine Speed.
"I told you, you’re too slow..."
Fire Technique, Ascending Dragon!
Ye Qingzhou’s expression turned solemn, the Emperor’s Sword Longyuan unsheathed with a clang, akin to a soaring dragon. With sword speed at seven times the speed of sound, it arced from lower to upper, cleaving Songg Xin into pieces along with his saber before Songg Xin even heard Ye Qingzhou’s words.
Songg Xin’s Golden Scale Fish Armor was utterly defenseless in front of Ye Qingzhou’s fully-powered Ascending Dragon Sword.
Dragon Blood showered the sky, viscera and limbs scattered all over the ground.
Even in death, half of Songg Xin’s dragon face was still intact, vertical pupils filled with intense anger and unwillingness.