Chapter 1549 - 449: Impossible, How Can This Be Possible!

"Kill him! Kill him immediately!"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Chong, who had always been calm and composed, could no longer maintain his composure.

The secret formula for Spirit Slash that he had painstakingly hidden for thousands of years was unexpectedly revealed by this person as if it were common knowledge.

How could this be possible?

Where did he learn this?

And for how long has he known?

This person must not leave alive!

"Boom—"

Golden light erupted from Xuanyuan Chong’s body, and nine dragon-shaped energy beams burst out.

The entire Wuxiang Mountain was instantly dyed golden, and even the clouds in the sky were scattered significantly by the Emperor Dao Dragon Qi.

Beside him, Xuanyuan Shuo, although confused, immediately stored away his battle axe and unhesitatingly mobilized his entire Spiritual Power.

He spread his arms, and countless virtual dragon scale shadows appeared around him, each scale armor glistening with a sharp cold light.

Facing the combined attack of two formidable opponents, Zhou Qing’s eyes suddenly emitted a blinding Thunder Light.

Thirty thousand Spirit Seals poured out of his body like a celestial river, weaving intricate patterns in the air.

These Spirit Seals perfectly merged with the Purple Gold Thunderbolt surrounding him, condensing in the blink of an eye into a three-zhang-long Thunder Spear.

The Thunder Spear emanated a destructive aura, its tip causing the surrounding space to distort and crack with each slight tremble, producing a teeth-gritting "crack" sound.

"Good timing!"

Zhou Qing laughed aloud, and with a flick of his wrist, the Thunder Spear transformed into a streak of purple lightning and shot straight ahead.

As the spear traveled, the air became charged with a scorched smell, and tiny arcs of electricity danced like living things through the void.

Xuanyuan Chong’s face darkened, and the nine golden dragon energies connected head to tail, forming a massive golden ring.

At the center of the ring, the blurred visage of a Dragon Emperor was slowly taking shape.

This was the supreme secret of the Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Skills—"Nine Dragons Bowing!"

Xuanyuan Shuo opted for the most direct approach.

His fists were covered with a keratin layer resembling dragon scales, and each punch was accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

As someone who had long guarded the border, this was his specialty, the "Space Shattering Dragon Fist," simple yet infinitely powerful.

The three distinct forces collided loudly in mid-air—

"Boom——!"

The terrifying shockwave spread wildly from the point of impact.

The ancient boulders on Wuxiang Mountain, weathered over millennia, were obliterated by this force, turning to dust and scattering.

The entire realm trembled violently, as if unable to withstand such a level of clash.

Zhou Qing’s figure swayed slightly, taking advantage of the momentum to retreat three steps.

The Thunder Spear in his hand had dimmed somewhat, but the battle spirit in his eyes burned even fiercer.

Suddenly, he formed a seal with his left hand, causing the Thunder Spear to explode into countless needle-like Thunder needles that shot toward the two.

Xuanyuan Chong snorted coldly, and the Dragon Emperor shadow opened its mouth to emit a golden breath.

The Thunder needles dissolved upon contact with the golden glow, yet hundreds penetrated the defense, leaving charred marks on their robes.

"Such exquisite control!" Xuanyuan Shuo was quietly alarmed.

To manipulate the Power of Thunder with such meticulous precision implied this person had an unparalleled understanding of the Thunder Dao, reaching the Transformation Realm.

In a flash, he recalled a long-missed figure—the Second Uncle.

The one who cultivated the bizarre Black Fiend Thunder, they had met through conflict years ago.

Except for that wager, they had nearly no other interactions...

Before his thoughts settled, Zhou Qing suddenly clasped his hands together, causing the scattered Thunder needles to halt mid-air and then reverse direction like rivers converging.

In an instant, three short spears enwrapped in purple lightning took shape, forming a triangular formation to assault, each aimed at vital points!

Xuanyuan Chong’s expression shifted.

Though merely a probing skirmish, he was certain—this person’s combat prowess had indeed reached the Late-stage Spirit Severing!

More terrifying was the Thunder Transformation technique, unconstrained and freely adaptive, transcending ordinary Thunder Skills.

"Thirty thousand Spirit Seals, a high-level Fourth-level Array Master, when did my Xuanyuan Family provoke such a person?"

He dared not slack, hastily mobilizing the Dragon Emperor shadow as a shield while summoning a golden shield engraved with coiled dragon patterns.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three deafening metallic collision sounds rang in succession.

The surface of the shield was pierced deeply by the Thunder Spears, with fine cracks appearing on the edges.

"This person must not leave alive!" Xuanyuan Chong’s eyes exploded with murderous intent, his Emperor Dao Dragon Qi raging like the sea.

He bit his tongue harshly, spurting a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the coiled dragon shield, causing its ancient surface to glow ominously with blood light.

"Roar——"

The coiled dragon patterns on the shield suddenly animated, transforming into a ten-zhang red dragon breaking through the air.

Each dragon scale emitted a blood-colored chilling light, and where its claws swept, the air was scorched black.

Xuanyuan Shuo shifted like a specter to the flank, his fists’ dragon scale shadows materialized solidly.

He drew back his right fist, with sinewy muscles coiling along his arm, brewing the most forceful "Dragon Meteor" from the Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Skills.

Zhou Qing, unfazed in the face of danger, suddenly held a rusty Ancient Sword in his left hand, yet it exuded an unsettling sharp aura.

His right hand’s Thunder Spear crackled with electric arcs, resonating with the Broken Sword.

"Break!"

The Thunder Spear thrust out first, colliding head-on with the red dragon.

Purple lightning and red flames intertwined explosively, turning the area into a purgatory of thunder and fire.

At the peak of this energy turmoil, Zhou Qing quietly slashed with his left hand’s Broken Sword—

"Zing!"

A Sword Qi distilled to the utmost pierced through the explosion center, straight toward Xuanyuan Chong’s throat.

This sword was without flourish, yet incredibly swift, slicing a hair-thin black crack in the space it traversed.