Chapter 880 - 963: Summoning the Ancestral Soul (2)

Ao Bo lowered his head and took a look; there was a fist-sized bloody hole.

Ao Bo clutched the bloody hole as he retreated.

It turned out that after firing another Arrow, Chen Mo mobilized his True Qi and quickly fired yet another Arrow.

Ao Bo had just finished dealing with the first Arrow.

He simply had no effort or time left to handle the second Arrow.

Seeing that it worked, Chen Mo fired a third Arrow, then a fourth.

Have to admit, shooting people from long range really is爽.

Watching another two Arrows fly toward him, Ao Bo’s face darkened.

"Die for me!"

Ao Bo let out a roar and directly transformed into a three-clawed black dragon over a hundred zhang long, carrying boundless fury as he crushed the two incoming Arrows in his claws, then exploded forward toward Chen Mo.

Chen Mo once again loosed an Arrow, then the Heaven-Supporting Bow in his hand transformed into the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Spear.

The sharp spear tip viciously thrust toward the vital point on the dragon’s belly.

But the long spear was directly caught by Ao Bo’s dragon claws.

After taking on his true form, both his speed and strength had increased.

Then the dragon claw gave a fierce shake, directly disarming Chen Mo, and then slapped toward him across the air.

In an instant, golden light surged and condensed into a gigantic golden claw that viciously swiped at Chen Mo, and as this claw came down, the space around Chen Mo seemed on the verge of shattering.

"Sword One!"

Such a terrifying claw made Chen Mo’s eyes narrow slightly, but he did not dodge; what he lacked least was weapons.

Tianwen appeared in his hand again, and he swung a sword upward.

This sword was the very move Lin Su Ya had taught him back then.

"Bang!"

Claw and sword collided with a thunderous boom in midair. Though Chen Mo’s figure was like an ant beneath that claw, that golden giant claw was still forcibly torn apart by Chen Mo’s sword.

Just as Chen Mo was about to press the attack, Ao Bo’s dragon tail lashed toward him.

It brutally whipped Chen Mo down to the ground, sending him rolling for over a hundred zhang.

"Hiss..."

Chen Mo felt as if his waist had been smashed by ten thousand tons of force.

Although his powerful physical body let him block it, the pain was still there.

"Is the gap in Realm still too big?" Chen Mo’s eyelids drooped slightly.

"Go die for me! True Dragon Treasure Skill!"

Rumble!

The True Qi within Ao Bo’s body began to boil, and in the sky above, rolling black clouds suddenly surged forth. Low thunder rumbled from within the clouds, echoing across the land.

The black clouds reappeared, and a several-hundred-zhang-long three-clawed black dragon merged into one with Ao Bo; waves of terrifying pressure spread out like collapsing mountains and overturning seas.

Chen Mo, who had stood back up, had his pupils contract. So he was going all out now.

"Senior Qiao, lend me your power." Chen Mo said to Qiao Yushi in his sea of consciousness.

Qiao Yushi had been preparing for this.

Besides, she was possessing his sea of consciousness.

If anything happened to Chen Mo, she would be in danger as well.

So naturally she had to help Chen Mo with all her strength.

With the power he received from Qiao Yushi, Chen Mo’s Realm advanced from Half-Step Divinity Transformation, formally stepping into the Divinity Transformation Realm.

"True Dragon Treasure Skill!"

Chen Mo shouted coldly.

The True Dragon Treasure Skill—he knew it too.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Vast and mighty Primordial True Qi surged endlessly out from Chen Mo’s body, drawing all the True Qi between heaven and earth toward him.

"Roar!"

An ear-splitting dragon roar erupted from Chen Mo’s mouth.

In an instant, a Five-Clawed Cyan Dragon no smaller than Ao Bo appeared above Chen Mo’s head.

"Damnable human."

Seeing with his own eyes Chen Mo using the True Dragon Treasure Skill that only the Dragon Race should know, Ao Bo’s face turned green.

And it wasn’t just Ao Bo—on the other side, Ao Huang and Ao Han were the same.

"Die!"

Ao Bo’s sharp dragon pupils locked onto Chen Mo, a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. Then he opened his massive dragon maw and lunged to swallow Chen Mo.

"Go!"

Chen Mo controlled the Cyan Dragon and rammed straight into him head-on.

Bang!

The two gigantic dragons slammed into each other viciously, and instantly, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering boom erupted from the sky. The entire sky and the ground below quivered under this violent collision.

They were clearly of the same race, yet at this moment they were locked in a fight to the death.

One black and one cyan, the two gargantuan dragons tore into each other savagely. The Cyan Dragon’s five claws clamped tightly onto Ao Bo’s dragon body, forcibly ripping off a large patch of Dragon Scales, blood gushing everywhere.

The Black Dragon, in turn, also tore off a large chunk of the Cyan Dragon’s body.

But the Cyan Dragon was merely a True Dragon Treasure Skill condensed by Chen Mo; the collapse of the Cyan Dragon didn’t have much effect on him.

Ao Bo, however, had to bear an immense and very real pain.

For a dragon, Dragon Scales were like human skin.

Having Dragon Scales ripped off was equivalent to having a piece of human skin torn away.

The pain that caused was beyond imagination.

Originally, Ao Bo had fused the True Dragon Treasure Skill into himself to strengthen his own power.

But now, it had backfired on him.

Under Chen Mo’s control, the Cyan Dragon wrapped around Ao Bo like an octopus, its five claws digging deep into Ao Bo’s dragon body, its entire form coiling tightly around Ao Huang’s body.

Then, the Cyan Dragon began to swell bit by bit, dense, tiny cracks splitting open all over its body. Rays of cyan light shot out from those cracks as a terrifying energy spread out.

Ao Bo’s heart skipped a beat.

He realized that this Cyan Dragon was going to self-detonate.

Once it exploded, even if he didn’t die, he’d lose half his life.

Ao Bo struggled violently.

"Not good, Ao Han, go help him."

Seeing this scene, Ao Huang’s brows knit tightly together. He then urged all the True Qi in his body, locking Zuoqiu Yiren down.

Ao Han reverted to his true form, and with a lash of his dragon tail, sent the Purple Star Sword flying.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s mind was, after all, focused mostly on Ao Huang, so there wasn’t much power left on the Purple Star Sword’s side.

However, as the Purple Star Sword was knocked away, Zuoqiu Yiren stabilized her mind and hurriedly drove the Purple Star Sword to chase after it.

"Dragon-Devouring Sparrow!"

Chen Mo watched this unfold, but remained calm, summoning the Dragon-Devouring Sparrow.

After his Cultivation broke through to the Half-Step Divinity Transformation Realm, the Dragon-Devouring Sparrow’s strength had also increased greatly.

And the moment the Dragon-Devouring Sparrow appeared—

Whether it was Ao Bo, Ao Han, or Ao Huang, all of their expressions changed drastically.

They were not dragons from ancient times.

They were dragons who had actually suffered under the oppression of the Dragon-Devouring Sparrow.

In that era, the Dragon Race declined, and the Dragon-Devouring Sparrow fed on dragons. As descendants tens of thousands of years later, the instant they saw a Dragon-Devouring Sparrow, a primal fear instinctively surfaced in their hearts—fear imprinted in their very bloodline.

The Dragon-Devouring Sparrow clawed toward Ao Han.

Working together with the Purple Star Sword that had rushed back, it wounded Ao Han.

At the same time—

With a deafening explosion, the Cyan Dragon successfully self-detonated, and a wave of energy that seemed capable of annihilating everything swept out in all directions.

The Dragon Pearl hovering above the dragon horn was jolted awake by this immense energy. Sensing danger, it ignored the ongoing battle and fled on its own.

"Boom!"

Seeing the energy storm sweeping toward him, Chen Mo directly hid inside the Heaven-Melting Tripod. The shockwave then slammed into the tripod, blasting it flying.

"Bang..."

A moment later, as the energy storm gradually dissipated, a massive figure fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the plains. It gouged out a deep trench thousands of meters long in the ground before finally coming to a halt.

It was Ao Bo.

"Damn it."

Watching the Dragon Pearl slip away and Ao Bo lying on the ground, his life or death unknown—

Ao Huang was completely enraged.

He widened the distance between himself and Zuoqiu Yiren and spat out a mouthful of blood from his dragon mouth, letting it hover before him.

Ao Huang stared at the blood with a solemn expression. His dragon claw dipped into it, then gently traced in the air before him. A short moment later, a strange Rune appeared out of thin air in the sky.

The instant this Rune appeared, it seemed as if a faint dragon roar echoed across this world. The roar was very subtle, but when it fell into Zuoqiu Yiren’s ears, even her soul trembled violently.

"With blood as the guide, summon the Ancestral Soul!"

Ao Huang’s dragon mouth uttered a voice filled with extreme reverence. Then that Rune erupted with dazzling light. Radiance poured down from the horizon and slowly descended onto the plains.

Boom!

The earth suddenly trembled, and Zuoqiu Yiren stared in astonishment as she saw the gigantic dragon skeleton on the plains begin to wriggle slowly.