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Chapter 711 - 382 Blood Slaughter

Chapter 711: 382 Blood Slaughter

Princes, Kings of the Ocean Currents, Noble Concubines, Loyal Ministers...

All were devoured by the nine five-clawed golden dragons, no matter if you were a saint in the flesh or in mech armor.

In the end, even the remains of the huge wheels and warships were swallowed by the golden dragon.

Nothing was left undevoured!

All were sacrificed!

Within moments, only three figures remained on the scene.

Ji Yuanwu, Princess Ji Hongzhen, and King Lumming Ji Yuantian.

The Qingyun Sword Immortal once mentioned that there were five people capable of defeating Fang Zhixing, and these three, along with the already deceased Witch Clan ancestor and the Sword Saint who just passed away, fit the bill perfectly.

Of course!

Back then, having the capacity referred to defeating Fang Zhixing at the early stage of the Nirvana Realm’s Perfection.

As the sacrifice ended, the nine five-clawed golden dragons underwent a transformation, their dragon bodies turned blood-red, and grew two additional claws.

Seven-Clawed Blood Dragons, the epitome of ferocity and malevolence!

At this moment, with nine seven-clawed blood dragons sprawling overhead, the sky was filled with blood light and lethal aura, sending chills down one’s spine and instilling terror in every heart!

"Hmm, the Blood Dragon emerges, good, good, good!"

Ji Yuanwu looked at the nine incomparable seven-clawed blood dragons with immense satisfaction on his face.

"Fang Zhixing, you’re the first to push me to this extent!"

Ji Yuanwu stretched out his arms as if embracing the world, displaying the full majesty of a sovereign.

The ultimate glory of an emperor was fully showcased in this moment.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but laugh and said, "You senseless tyrant, open your dog eyes and see clearly, this isn’t Great Zhou, not your domain, where do you get off saying ’We’? Do you still think you’re the Emperor?"

Ji Yuanwu laughed uproariously, his spirit unbounded as he declared, "Under the vast heavens, all lands belong to the king, wherever I stand, that is my domain!"

Fang Zhixing was utterly speechless and simply commented:

"Delusional, idiotic!"

Thinking highly of oneself, as ignorant as a frog in a well, it was pretty much that ridiculous.

With this thought, a trace of disappointment flickered across Fang Zhixing’s face.

He beckoned and said, "Come then, let me show you the Martial Arts of the Mechanical God Continent!"

"Hmph!"

Ji Yuanwu, disdainful, replied, "There are only two kinds of Martial Arts in this world: the invincible Martial Arts belonging to the sovereign, and the obedient Martial Arts belonging to the lowly. Whether in Great Zhou or the Mechanical God Continent, you are lowly, and I am forever the sovereign, those who follow me shall prosper, and those who oppose me shall perish!"

In the midst of roaring laughter, the nine dragons chimed in, shaking heaven and earth!

A terrible killing intent, almost tangible, engulfed Fang Zhixing, chilling to the bone.

Suddenly, King Lumming Ji Yuantian burst forward, his figure abruptly expanding, revealing his True Self Form.

With the body of a bird and the head of a deer, covered in leopard patterns!

It was the ancient Divine Beast: Feiliang!

Also known as the Marquis of Wind or Wind God, master of the wind!

Undoubtedly, King Lumming Ji Yuantian was an expert at controlling wind.

Beams of blood light shot from the nine seven-clawed blood dragons, casting a glow on Ji Yuantian’s body.

For a while, Ji Yuantian’s face shone with a red light, his Qi-Blood surged, and his aura rapidly intensified, growing more and more tyrannical.

"What, you’re leading the charge?"

Fang Zhixing looked down with contempt.

Ji Yuantian’s strength was almost on par with the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint had just been instantly killed, and now Ji Yuantian was rushing to his death.

Thus...

Such bravery was commendable!

But clearly, Ji Yuantian didn’t see it that way, he scoffed coldly, "The Sword Saint was nothing, a mere commoner. I, the Prince, am the master of the Wind Dragon, blessed by the Nine Dragon Blood Dragon!"

"Look, the wind is picking up!"

Ji Yuantian began to flap his wings.

Whoosh~

A black vortex suddenly appeared on the sea surface, expanding violently at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, a tornado formed, shooting straight into the sky, piercing through heaven and earth.

The tornado was dark as ink, sweeping over the sea, and within a breath, it expanded to a ten-thousand-meter radius.

Then, a scream was heard.

It was a Sea Beast caught in the tornado.

Shaped like a tiger shark, this beast was over five hundred meters long, exuding tremendous ferocity, unequivocally a Fifth Level Mutant Beast.

It had been attracted by the scent of blood.

Who could have anticipated that upon arrival, without having tasted anything, it was forcibly dragged from the seabed, caught up into the air by the horrifying pull of the tornado.

The next instant, the gigantic body of the tiger shark Sea Beast burst open, as if hacked by countless sickles, turning into mince.

"Death Black Wind!"

Ji Yuantian’s killing intent was evident as he blew a breath, and suddenly, the black tornado surged once more, enveloping Fang Zhixing within it.

Clang, clang, clang~

Amidst the tornado, it was as if countless sickles were hacking at Fang Zhixing, sparks flying everywhere.

"Hmm, mid-stage of the Nirvana Realm!"

Fang Zhixing swiftly came to this realization in his mind.

Ji Yuantian was indeed slightly stronger than the Sword Saint, and the Death Black Wind was an exceptional move.

Quite impressive.

But, not much!

Fang Zhixing calmly reached out with both hands, which instantly grew to the size of giants, pushing left and right.

Bang!

The black tornado was torn apart by two large holes, breaking down and collapsing.

"What?!"

Ji Yuantian was shocked and paralyzed.

Under the protection of the nine seven-clawed blood dragons, his power was unprecedentedly strong, but...

"What exactly did you do?"

Ji Yuantian couldn’t make sense of Fang Zhixing’s technique; it was just making his hands bigger, so why was the power so terrifying?

Fang Zhixing couldn’t be bothered to answer, simply bringing his hands together.

Clap!

Ji Yuantian felt as if darkness had descended.

He wanted to flap his wings and fly away.

But...

Everything happened too fast!

With a crisp clap, the foremost Prince among the four, King Lumming, became nothing more than a red spot in Fang Zhixing’s hand, like a disgusting mosquito crushed.

Another second kill!

Ji Yuanwu’s eyes widened slightly, deeply shaken to the core.

Under the embrace of the seven-clawed blood dragon, the Imperial Bloodline would be fully activated, unleashing unparalleled potential.