Chapter 839: Chapter 839: Empowered by the Power of the Heavenly Dao, Breaking the Formation, Dominating Yin Rurong
The Ancient Sacred True Dragon was indeed pleasantly surprised.
Originally, his strength was about equal to that of Yin Rurong.
But in this battle, he came with a well-known purpose—to help Ye Feng, the Son of Destiny, avenge his honor, and thus, he was endowed with a portion of the Heavenly Dao Remnants’ power.
Now, he was almost invincible within the Saint Entry Realm.
“Hahaha, kill!”
The Ancient Sacred True Dragon erupted once again with formidable strength, overwhelmingly suppressing Yin Rurong with a robust Sacred Body, domineering power, extraordinary speed, and exquisite Divine Skills.
After a few exchanges.
Bang!
Yin Rurong was once again sent flying by a swipe of the dragon tail, spurting blood on the spot, her face gradually turning pale, her expression filled with disbelief.
“How can your strength be so great?”
Yin Rurong shouted.
In their last battle, she had her Sacred Arms Short Flute taken away by the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and could feel that his strength wasn’t very strong; in the Saint Entry Realm, he was only considered average.
But today, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon seemed as if he had taken some elixir!
He was much fiercer than before.
With her strength, she was actually not his match!
“It’s not that I am strong, it’s that you are too weak,” the Ancient Sacred True Dragon taunted loudly, took out the Sacred Arms Short Flute and blew it once, then put it away.
This tactic, “Kill the Body, Seize the Heart,” infuriated Yin Rurong so much that she clenched her fists tight, her body trembling violently.
People from the various major forces were happy to see this scene.
“Well fought!”
“Hit her face hard!”
At the Misty Sect, everyone got excited seeing the fight from the Tianmiao Holy Land through the huge screen opened by Liufeng, leaping up and cheering loudly.
“Hand over the heavenly Stele!”
At that moment, the Star River Quasi-Saint shouted.
“In your dreams!” Yin Rurong countered fiercely, “Unless, you return the Sacred Arms Short Flute to me first.”
“If you beg for mercy kneeling down, I might consider it,” the Ancient Sacred True Dragon laughed, “Otherwise, I’ll smash your dog head!”
“Infuriating me to death!” Yin Rurong was so angry she nearly ground her teeth to dust and once again unleashed the Divine Skills “Hand of Heavenly Dao” towards the arrogant Ancient Sacred True Dragon.
However, as a representative of the Heavenly Dao, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon’s aura grew stronger with the passage of time.
Right now, he was almost reaching the level of Saint Manifestation!
Though it was temporary power, it was still astonishing.
“Watch me, Divine Dragon Swings Tail!”
The Ancient Sacred True Dragon laughed heartily.
With a mighty flick of his ten thousand-mile-long dragon tail, he shattered Yin Rurong’s Hand of Heavenly Dao and sent her flying tens of thousands of miles, crashing through countless mountains.
“Ah!”
Yin Rurong vomited blood profusely, her expression turning increasingly crazed.
“You vile dragon, I want you dead!”
With a roar, Yin Rurong tore through the void and arrived at the Tianmiao Holy Land, standing amidst the ruins of the broken Holy Temple.
“Yin Rurong, you’re a goner!”
The Ancient Sacred True Dragon chased after her, his eyes filled with satisfaction, raising his powerful dragon claw, ready to strike down.
“Die? It’s you who will die!”
Yin Rurong’s expression suddenly turned malevolent as she produced an ancient token with the words “Slay the Saint” inscribed on it, immediately giving the Ancient Sacred True Dragon a feeling of utter dread.
“Slay the Saint Formation, activate!”
Yin Rurong spat out a mouthful of essence blood and, with the authority of a Holy Master, activated this grand formation of the Holy Land.
Being the strongest Holy Land, how could the Tianmiao Holy Land not have a Sect Protection Array?
This array was called “Slay the Saint,” at the level of Saint Manifestation.
Once used, it could not be utilized again for ten years, but its power was terrifying, with stored energy enough to kill a being at the level of Saint Manifestation!
Whoosh!
In an instant, dozens of light ropes shot out from the ground, entangling the Ancient Sacred True Dragon in his true form and locking him midair.
“What is this?”
The Ancient Sacred True Dragon was shocked, constantly twisting his dragon body trying to escape but was unable to break free.
Throughout Shenzhou, many cultivators’ faces turned pale.
“Not good!”
“It’s the Saint-Slaying Kill Array of the Tianmiao Holy Land! It is said that this formation was originally designed with enough power to trap a Saint Manifestation, but due to the accumulated tremendous energy, its power has increased, capable of killing even those at the level of Saint Manifestation without mistake.”
“The Ancient Sacred True Dragon is in trouble now!”
“Yin Rurong is really ruthless, actually resorting to the Saint-Slaying Kill Array. Once she does this, the Tianmiao Holy Land loses its last barrier. If the Celestial Clan Sanctuary were to attack at this opportunity, this Holy Land might disappear from atop Shenzhou!”
The expressions on the faces of those from the major powers changed drastically.
All nine of the Great Holy Lands have their Sect Protection Arrays.
Each Formation is at least of Saint level, with the weakest being able to trap a true Disciple at the Saint Entry Realm, and the stronger ones capable of annihilating those in the same realm.
Such as the Tianmiao Holy Land, which is ranked among the top, its Sect Protection Array was even stronger.
But no matter what, all of them had one thing in common.
That was: they must not be employed lightly!
Only at the moment when the Holy Land’s life and death were at stake, could one use the Formation.
“Yin Rurong, that little girl, even used the Saint-Slaying Kill Formation, isn’t she afraid of getting spanked by the Old Saint Master?”
Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s incarnation teased.
Each Holy Land had a Saint level entity that left behind an incarnation.
The Tianmiao Holy Land’s was the Miaoyin Ancient Saint’s incarnation, but it was squashed by an Ancient Holy God.
If it weren’t for that, she would have definitely stopped Yin Rurong.
“Hahaha!”
As the Saint-Slaying Kill Formation activated, Yin Rurong’s madness reached an extreme, her eyes filled with arrogant and bone-chilling killing intent.
“You wretched dragon, die for me!”
Yin Rurong waved the command token as numerous terrifying light blades emerged from the void, hacking at the Ancient Sacred True Dragon’s outer body.
Rip! Rip!
His dragon body couldn’t withstand it at all, being mercilessly sliced open, blood poured out like torrential rain.
“Ancient Sacred True Dragon, run away!”
Misty Sect Disciples, upon seeing this scene, were all in complete agony. They clenched their fists, some even crying out loud.
“What do we do? Who can break the Formation?”
Liufeng was receiving healing from Yan Ruyu, propping up half his body with a sword, and he spoke gravely.
“I shall go!”
But then, a familiar voice came from the screen, causing everyone to be stunned. They looked around, only to find Mad Drunkard was nowhere to be seen. Only Gong Qingqiu guessed what had happened, joy brimming in her eyes.
In the skies above Tianmiao Holy Land.
“Evil dragon, I want you dead!”
Yin Rurong, growing more insane, waved the command token, gathering countless surging blades of killing intent in the middle, condensing them into a super kill sword stretching thousands of miles.
Positioned in mid-air, it looked about to fall at any moment.
“I’m not afraid to die, just cut me down!”
Ancient Sacred True Dragon proved quite bold.
Not that he wasn’t afraid of death, but because he possessed an Undying Body, allowing him to be reborn even after death, albeit at the cost of considerable Time.
“Burp…”
Suddenly, a burp from someone who had been drinking resonated in mid-air, catching the attention of the powerful beings present.
A staggering figure appeared, walking unsteadily.
His left hand held a wine jug while his right hand was extended forward, revealing a crimson vertical eye in his palm. From it flew countless streamers of Array Patterns, melding into the world.
“I can break this Formation!” Mad Drunkard laughed heartily.
“You can break the Formation? That’s a big boast, I’m dying of laughter here!” Upon hearing Mad Drunkard’s voice, Yin Rurong couldn’t help but burst into laughter, prepared to slap Mad Drunkard dead.
But, in the next moment.
The command token in her hand lost its luster.
The dreadful light sword above disintegrated rapidly, scattering like numerous fireflies in all directions, beautifully twinkling, no longer carrying a hint of danger.
The light ropes that bound the Ancient Sacred True Dragon also disappeared in an instant.
This meant one thing.
The Saint-Slaying Kill Formation collapsed!
“How is this possible?”
Yin Rurong’s eyes went wide as she shook the ancient command token in her hand, only to find it had completely stopped functioning, no longer able to control the Formation.
“It’s you who did this, I’ll kill you!”
Yin Rurong fixed her gaze on Mad Drunkard. In that moment, much of Mad Drunkard’s drunkenness dissipated instantly, and he turned and fled.
“This shrew wants to kill me, help!”
Mad Drunkard yelled as he ran.
Boom!
A terrifying gigantic hand descended from the sky, on the verge of pounding Mad Drunkard into dust.
“Yin Rurong, I’ll torment you to death!”
Suddenly, the voice of the Ancient Sacred True Dragon thundered, deafening.
He made a move again, a Divine Dragon Swings Tail that shattered Yin Rurong’s colossal hand, and then he sent her flying into the high sky.
The situation, suddenly reversed!