The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 495 - 471 The Strength of a True Dragon_1

Chapter 495: Chapter 471 The Strength of a True Dragon_1

In the Flame Heaven and Earth, Long Yan revealed himself in his true dragon form, flying unhurriedly.

Covering his body were layers of red, crystalline dragon scales as hard as gold and iron, while the two crimson dragon horns on his forehead shone like sharp spear blades, capturing the divine light.

"I’ve heard your physique is extraordinary too," Long Yan said.

With a grin baring his teeth, Long Yan suddenly transformed into a bristling bolt of lightning and tore at the Qingying Gang Shield protecting Pang Jian with his dragon claw.

With a "hiss," the sturdy Qingying Gang Shield that the fiery flames couldn’t penetrate was easily torn apart by his sharp claws.

"Heh! Just as I thought!"

The few zhangs long Long Yan, in the moment the shield was breached, lashed out with his dragon-scaled body.

"Boom!"

The Qingying Gang Shield, with its opening widened by his dragon body’s smack, suddenly collapsed and turned into a sky full of blue sparks.

As the shield shattered, Pang Jian timely brought out the "Heart of Winter," first using Extreme Cold Alien Power to protect his body, then brandishing the Origin Demon Sword in his hand.

Dozens of dazzling sword lights, like a torrential rain of rainbows, engulfed Long Yan’s body.

Yet the level eight Flame Dragon merely snarled, his claws dancing as he taunted in a low growl, "You haven’t fought against a truly powerful Dragon Race. With blades of sword light of this level, you can’t even break my dragon scales!"

Sure enough, those crystalline red dragon scales, despite the sword light’s slashing, remained firmly intact without a single crack.

The sword light attack that would dismember a common level eight Great Demon with one blow merely felt like a tickle to him.

Not a single dragon scale was cracked.

"As the White Fox said, the Dragon Race indeed possesses a natural and formidable strength among demons," Pang Jian thought to himself.

In the midst of the sea of fire, Pang Jian stood with his sword atop the "Heart of Winter," shrouding his body with Cold Fog to fend off the fiery assault created by Long Yan’s dragon breath.

Within the dense fog, many of the flame rules hidden in Long Yan’s dragon breath had already come into contact with the extreme cold truths within the "Heart of Winter."

Pang Jian made a slight adjustment.

Above the Fragment Land in his dantian, among the solidified moon and stars, streams of divine moon energy were being drawn in.

While thinking of the mysteries of ice, stars, and the moon, he also pulled a portion of thunder power from the depths of the Thunder Vortex and blended it into his next sword strike.

This was his more serious use of a sword technique.

"Whoosh!"

A long river of sword light, cold to the extreme, surging with stars and moon, and accompanied by lightning, shot out from within the Cold Fog.

This sword light, mingling with his comprehension of the mysteries of the stars and moon and his insight into the extreme cold, appeared abruptly in the land of flames. At that very moment, it rendered many of the dragon’s hidden techniques ineffective.

The sword light struck Long Yan’s body, causing a piece of the red, crystalline dragon scales to suddenly indent into Long Yan’s flesh.

Yet, the dragon scales still did not break, nor did they show a single crack.

This level eight Flame Dragon’s defensive prowess was so terrifying that it left Pang Jian in awe.

"If Long Zhan hadn’t been restrained by the True God Fan Ao, forcing him to use Dragon Blood Escape numerous times and nearly obliterating his golden dragon scales, I’m afraid it would be difficult for me to even fracture his dragon body," Pang Jian thought.

Facing the level eight Long Yan in a probing clash, Pang Jian came to realize the true strength of a real dragon.

A level eight dragon with unblemished bloodline was clearly a cut above a level eight Great Demon of the same rank.

Perhaps only those ancient creatures with sacred bloodlines, such as the phoenix, kylin, and Mysterious Turtle, could compete with the Dragon Race.

In this era, the demon races of the Saint Spirit Continent, with their incomplete bloodlines, simply weren’t on the same level as the Dragon Race.

No wonder all demon races obeyed the Dragon Cave without question, and it’s not surprising the White Fox feared Long Zhan so much.

"Come again!"

"This sword had a bit of flavor to it," said Long Yan.

"Heh! At least, I felt a slight pang of pain," he added.

In the Flame Heaven and Earth, Long Yan twisted and whirled around Pang Jian with a whoosh, baring his teeth and taunting continuously.

He deliberately flew not too fast and gave Pang Jian the space to strike with his sword, wanting to test the extent of the damage Pang Jian’s strongest sword technique could inflict on him.

In his human form, he couldn’t fully utilize his strength, and it was difficult to unleash his bloodline power; the might of his dragon form was also not fully displayed.

But by reverting to his true dragon form, he completely let himself go, relying on his fleshly body that surpassed common demons, daring to take on Pang Jian’s sword lights head-on.

"Bring it on," Pang Jian said with a steady mind, as he stood on the "Heart of Winter" soaring through the flames, swinging his sword at Long Yan again and again.

More sword lights with mixed attributes of different alien powers struck Long Yan’s body, leaving more or less traces on those red, crystalline dragon scales.

At last, when Pang Jian imbued a sword light with the powers of the Fierce Sun, flames, and sharp metal, he managed to carve a crack in one of the dragon scales.

Long Yan felt the pain.

"Chaos Sea does have some tricks up its sleeve. But it’s still not enough, not enough to truly hurt me!" Long Yan roared, twisting his dragon body and clawing a few times in Pang Jian’s direction.

The incredibly sharp flames of the light blade nearly split the void, clawing apart the newly conjured Firm Cover around Pang Jian while also leaving ferocious blood marks on Pang Jian’s Creation Realm grade body.

"Pang Jian, I have the strength to tear you apart," Long Yan boasted. "You are indeed stronger than most cultivators in the Extinction Realm, even surpassing those in the late stages of the Extinction Realm!"

"But you still fall short of our Dragon Race!"

"And I, Long Yan, am among the most formidable of the level eight dragons," he bragged.

Without using any artifacts, his own dragon body being the strongest weapon between heaven and earth, Long Yan once again withstood a sword light with his dragon body before clawing out yet another attack.

The crimson dragon claw suddenly enlarged, appearing amidst the cold white fog, tearing off a large chunk of flesh from Pang Jian’s back.

"The body of the Human Race, no matter how much you cultivate and strengthen it, is no match for our Demon Race, let alone our Dragon Race!"

Long Yan sneered, placing the large piece of flesh into the flames to grill, and said, "Pang Jian, you are my food, I will slowly eat you and thoroughly enjoy your flesh and blood."

With a back burning fiercely in pain, Pang Jian gritted his teeth and circulated the vast beast blood of the "Creation Divine Pool," using his qi and blood to heal his wounds.

The dragon’s body was so powerful that it seemed impervious to blades and spears, almost without any flaws. This time, Pang Jian truly experienced the terror of the Dragon Race.

"If the body is nearly invincible, what about the Dragon Soul?"

He didn’t believe that any creature could be flawlessly perfect, nor did he believe there was a Wisdom Race that could reign supreme above all life without a single defect.

As Long Yan laughed menacingly, opening his wide bloody maw, preparing to consume that piece of flesh—

His pupils suddenly turned pure gold.

His golden Spiritual Soul, suddenly detached from his True Body, vanished in a flash in the blazing Flame Heaven and Earth.

The Spiritual Soul, which had been tempered through immersion in magma, remained unscathed in this world created by dragon’s breath, instantly arriving at Long Yan’s forehead, aiming directly for his Sea of Souls.

"Spiritual Soul Out Of Body!"

Long Yan scoffed disdainfully.

The two dragon horns on his forehead suddenly generated a strong psychic magnetic field, and a sea of light interwoven with bloodline crystal chains instantly solidified.

The sea of light, refined from the bloodline crystal chains, formed a soul barrier that blocked his forehead.

"Indeed, the souls of our Demon Race are a weak point, so to contend with the Human Race Great Cultivators who are adept at Soul Skills, we make special preparations in this aspect."

A dark red iron ring flew out from under his tongue and landed in the tiny sea of light.

Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul felt an extraordinary fluctuation of soul energy emanating from that dark red iron ring.

The tiny sea of light, with countless bloodline crystal chains related to soul techniques, then suddenly materialized a gracefully dancing flame phoenix, a burning Vermilion Bird, a majestic and solemn Fire Kirin, and a flame lion.

The four ancient ferocious beasts, in the form of souls, appeared within the sea of light, existing within the enlarged dark red iron ring.

Pang Jian’s attempt to target Long Yan’s mind with his golden Spiritual Soul was intercepted by the souls of the four beasts, making his efforts extremely difficult.

"Shriek!"

A lightning bolt quietly struck, landing within the dark red iron ring, instantly annihilating the souls of the four ancient beasts.

Pang Jian, in coordination with his True Body, unleashed a sword strike carrying the Thunder Tao, terminating the souls of the four ancient beasts as the nemesis of the soul creatures.

"Whoosh!"

His golden Spiritual Soul shone brilliantly, seizing the opportunity to bypass the sea of light condensed by the bloodline crystal chains, directly entering Long Yan’s Dragon Sea of Souls.

Just as his Spiritual Soul entered Long Yan’s Sea of Souls, Long Yan erupted into a painful howl.

Only then did he strike with his sword once more.

He pressed close to Long Yan’s dragon body, no longer releasing sword beams with the Origin Demon Sword, but using the blade of the Origin Demon Sword itself, slashing down one sword strike after another.

"Crack!"

This black gold Divine Sword, forged with the dragon horn and dragon claw of Long Zhan, displayed its sharp edge, smashing Long Yan’s dragon scales to pieces.

Just with the sharpness of the sword, he broke through Long Yan’s defensive line of scales, causing injury upon injury to the dragon scales.

"Roar!"

Long Yan howled in pain, soon covered in wounds.

"Pang Jian!"

"Damn it!"

The enraged roaring Long Yan let out a mournful dragon cry, suddenly revealing his thousand-zhang long dragon body, like an ancient serpentine red jade wall.

"Boom! Boom, boom!"

Endless flames burst forth from the flesh beneath the crevices of his scales, with fire spewing even from his eyes and nostrils.

His Dragon Sea of Souls transformed into a sea of fire that sought to annihilate all beings.

His Fire Dragon Soul, cut by Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul-turned-blade, was chopped into segments, and yet stubbornly reassembled within his own Dragon Sea of Souls.

"Whoo!"

The soul of Long Yan ultimately coalesced into a bead, vanishing from his Dragon Sea of Souls, while his Sea of Souls ignited with a horrific aura of mutual destruction.

As soon as this aura emerged, Pang Jian immediately sensed danger and hastily retreated.

"Sword Tower brat, my hatred for you is irreconcilable, and I will kill you!"

This thousand-zhang long red giant dragon, spilling dragon blood across the sky, writhed away and vanished from Pang Jian’s sight.

In the space where the Flame Heaven and Earth disappeared, Pang Jian stopped his Heart of Winter, not pursuing further.

Li Jie was still nearby, still tucked under the Kirin Bell, with no idea what was happening.

He feared that while he was in pursuit of Long Yan, the Dazzling Shadow of the Devil Scale Tribe might take the opportunity to kill this talent of the Heaven Treasure Li Family who excelled in forging.

"The Dragon Race, they’re damn strong!" Li Jie clicked his tongue non-stop, shrieking, "This eighth-level Flame Dragon probably has the power to fight an Immortal Realm Great Cultivator."

"Pang Jian, you truly bring honor to our Human Race!"

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