Chapter 5489 Silver Hair Appears
Netherdragon Tianfeng clenched his teeth as the ominous eyes on his wings swirled like twin black whirlpools, devouring the surrounding energy of heaven and earth. Their sinister glow made the onlookers avert their gazes in fear.
Netherdragon Tianfeng’s aura had become even more dark and sinister, suffused with a bit of an Emperor’s pressure. Yet, this little bit of an Emperor's will was far more terrifying than the full might of the Dragon Emperors present.
It carried the oppressive weight of the Nether Emperor’s will, sending shivers through the souls of all who felt it. Even Mo Yang and the other dragon race geniuses felt their souls shaking in front of it.
They couldn’t imagine the suffocating pressure Long Chen must be enduring, standing directly at the heart of the storm, face-to-face with this monster.
However, Long Chen seemed completely fine and just gazed at Netherdragon Tianfeng apathetically, letting the latter’s aura rage. Even as the space around twisted and collapsed, Long Chen’s expression remained calm.
He appeared like an unyielding starry sky, limitless and eternal. To him, Netherdragon Tianfeng was nothing more than a speck of dust against the vast cosmos.
Draped in his Starry Sky Battle Robe, Long Chen let his opponent’s murderous aura rage. When Netherdragon Tianfeng finally approached, Long Chen’s voice broke the silence.
“I don’t mind arrogance, but I don’t like it when people act more arrogant than me, especially if they can’t back up their arrogance. Unfortunately, I still have something else to do today. Otherwise, you could consider your sphincter tight if I didn’t beat the crap out of you.”
Netherdragon Tianfeng didn’t understand what Long Chen was talking about, but he could hear his disdain. Enraged, he roared and charged forward. However, just as he moved, a streak of sword qi flashed across the battlefield, forcing him back to his starting position. A deep crack split the void where the attack landed.
“Fourth Captain of the Dragonblood Legion, Yue Zifeng, is here for your pointers!”
Yue Zifeng’s calm voice echoed as he stepped forward, sword in hand. The crowd gasped in astonishment. With a single stroke, he had repelled the seemingly invincible Netherdragon Tianfeng.
This marked Yue Zifeng’s second entry into the fray, and once again, he made an unforgettable impression. His first strike had grievously wounded the bone dragon race’s patriarch, who was then finished off by Guo Ran and the others. Now, with his second attack, Yue Zifeng had managed to repel the indomitable Netherdragon Tianfeng.
“Such a terrifying expert is willing to serve as someone else’s subordinate?” murmured Chi Wufeng, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Chi Wufeng and the others felt a chill run down their spines. Yue Zifeng had only drawn his sword twice, but both times he shocked everyone. Even someone as powerful as Chi Wufeng felt no confidence in surviving Yue Zifeng’s blade.
Yue Zifeng’s Sword Dao had reached a height they could not imagine. When his sword left its scabbard, even ghosts and gods would wail in fear. It was a blade that neither man nor fate could withstand, cutting through not just flesh but the very will of its opponent.
As Yue Zifeng held Netherdragon Tianfeng at bay, reinforcements arrived. Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, Guo Ran, Xia Chen, Bai Shishi, and Bai Xiaole charged forward, encircling their foe. The air crackled with anticipation as these elites of the Dragonblood Legion prepared to fight.
“Boss said that we have a ninety percent chance of beating you, but only a thirty percent chance of killing you. I refuse to believe it,” Guo Ran declared boldly, gripping a golden saber in his right hand and a shimmering golden shield in his left. His armor gleamed like a miniature sun, exuding immense power.
Netherdragon Tianfeng threw back his head and laughed, his deep voice echoing through the battlefield. “Ninety percent chance of beating me? Hahaha! What a joke!”
“Hahaha!” Guo Ran joined in the laughter. “I’ve always worshipped my boss and trusted his judgment, but this time, I think he underestimated us. He doesn’t waste time on the likes of you, so it’s up to us. And honestly? I’d say it’s more like a ninety percent chance of killing you.”
“Fuck off!” Netherdragon Tianfeng roared.
As a son of the Nether Emperor, Netherdragon Tianfeng was an existence all bowed to throughout the entire Netherworld. Those too weak to oppose him could only kneel, while even those capable of challenging him treated him with utmost respect due to his status. Yet now, he faced the ultimate humiliation.
After Long Chen slapped him, he didn’t even bother to follow up. Instead, Long Chen casually called for his subordinates, blatantly disregarding Netherdragon Tianfeng’s stature. It was an insult unlike any he had ever endured.
In an instant, Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear reached Guo Ran.
“Do you not brush your teeth? Your mouth reeks!” Guo Ran quipped, his voice full of mockery. Prepared for the strike, he raised his golden shield and bellowed, “Hidden Dragon Heaven Seal!”
BOOM!
Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear collided with Guo Ran’s shield, triggering a dazzling explosion of golden runes. The light was so intense it seemed like a miniature sun had erupted on the battlefield.
“What?!”
Gasps rippled through the crowd as the impossible happened—Guo Ran didn’t budge an inch. He had successfully blocked Netherdragon Tianfeng’s devastating blow.
This was no fluke. After all, all of Guo Ran’s equipment was brand new. There were over a hundred interconnected components to his armor, each of them on par with a top-grade Human Emperor divine weapon. Combined with the hidden dragon’s formidable power, Guo Ran now wielded a defense capable of contending with Dragon Emperors.
The hidden dragon race was renowned for its unparalleled defensive abilities, and Guo Ran had capitalized on them. The shield was custom-built to his own requirements, resulting in it being so strong that it could even block Netherdragon Tianfeng’s terrifying attack.
In fact, according to Guo Ran, this was only natural. When he had first made this shield, he had even claimed that he could block Long Chen’s strongest attack.
But now, Guo Ran’s confidence was shaken. The force of Netherdragon Tianfeng’s strike was so overwhelming that it left his arm tingling from the impact.
Ignoring that, Guo Ran shouted and swung his golden saber toward Netherdragon Tianfeng’s waist. The spear intercepted the saber, and with a thunderous clash, Netherdragon Tianfeng grunted as the impact sent him stumbling backward.
Countless startled cries rang out from the experts watching. Guo Ran’s strike had appeared deceptively simple, yet it had carried enough force to push back the mighty Netherdragon Tianfeng.
What they didn’t realize was it was thanks to the properties of Guo Ran’s shield. Its ingenious formation had absorbed the power of Netherdragon Tianfeng’s earlier attack and transferred it into his saber. Against his own power plus Guo Ran’s, it was only natural for Netherdragon Tianfeng to be at a disadvantage.
Just as Netherdragon Tianfeng was blown back, an extremely sharp Sword Qi descended from the heavens. An agonized scream tore through the air as one of Netherdragon Tianfeng’s wings was severed by Yue Zifeng. Blood sprayed like a fountain from his shoulder.
“Xiaole, take it!” shouted Guo Ran excitedly upon seeing the cut-off wing.
In response, a vortex appeared in the void. The severed wing was instantly swallowed by Bai Xiaole’s spatial art, vanishing without a trace.
“All of you will die today!” Netherdragon Tianfeng roared, his fury reaching a breaking point.
Having lost a wing, Netherdragon Tianfeng went crazy. The moment he spread his arms, black flames swirled around him, and the terrifying pressure of the Nether Emperor was fully unleashed.
“You’re the one who’s going to die!” Guo Ran retorted, his excitement undimmed by the escalating tension.
Encouraged by Bai Xiaole’s success, Guo Ran charged forward with his golden shield, ready to face Netherdragon Tianfeng head-on.
“You said that the peak of the heavens exists for you? Then today, we’ll flatten that peak,” declared Gu Yang, lunging forward with his white bone dragon spear.
Eight of the Dragonblood Legion’s strongest experts attacked Netherdragon Tianfeng at once. With one wing severed, Netherdragon Tianfeng found himself overwhelmed and forced onto the defensive.
“All warriors of the Dragonblood Legion, finish off the traitors!” shouted Long Chen.
Following his orders, the Dragonblood warriors shifted their focus, abandoning the battle with the Netherdragon race and directing their fury at the resonant dragon and bone dragon races.
“I’ll kill you all!” roared Ying Bufei, the patriarch of the resonant dragon race, his voice shaking with rage.
Suddenly, milky white flames erupted around Ying Bufei. He was merging his sacred faith energy with his Dragon Emperor bloodline.
BOOM!
A terrifying shockwave blasted the other patriarchs away, leaving them staring in horror at the transformed Ying Bufei.
“He’s...”
Before one of them could say what they were thinking, another figure materialized behind Ying Bufei. It was a cold-faced man with silver hair, his presence so silent that not even Ying Bufei noticed him.
Without warning, the Silver Hair Void Crusher struck, his hand plunging into Ying Bufei’s chest.
“What?!”
Even Long Chen jumped in shock.
“You...!” Ying Bufei gasped, turning his head in disbelief. He struggled to escape, but his body refused to obey.
“I’ve waited patiently for this moment,” said the Silver Hair Void Crusher, his voice icy. “It took you long enough to merge with the Brahma Divine Seal. Now, you can rest in peace. I’ll avenge you.”
With a shuddering motion, his hand tightened, and Ying Bufei’s body rapidly withered before disintegrating into dust.
As the dust settled, divine light radiated from the Silver Hair Void Crusher, and flames danced around him. His aura now bore traces of Emperor-level power.
As the Silver Hair Void Crusher turned toward Long Chen, his lips curled into a sinister grin.
“Long Chen, let’s see how you escape me this time.”