Chapter 1517
Dragon God Meets Beast God!
Chapter 1517 Dragon God Meets Beast God!
Just now, in order to withstand Typhon's sweeping attack, Ancestor Hongyun forcefully used the ice wall he had condensed with the power of "Winter Hibernation" to withstand it. The ice wall shattered instantly, and the backlash force made his internal organs feel as if they had shifted, and a sweet and metallic taste surged in his throat.
The Taoist priest Duobao beside him was in no better shape. His honest face was covered in sweat and dust, his moon-white Taoist robe was stained with blood, and the light of the Zhuxian Sword on his back had dimmed considerably, clearly indicating that he had been greatly exhausted.
Most of the whisk in his hand had broken off, and he could only barely use the remaining part to block. The fingers of his left hand, which was holding the Buddha mudra, trembled slightly. When he used the third move of the "Buddha's Palm" "Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers" just now, he was hit by Typhon's storm energy backlash, and his meridians were shaken. At this moment, even circulating his internal energy was accompanied by waves of stinging pain.
"Old man, do you still have the strength to hide?"
Typhon laughed wildly, swinging his Storm Spear even more fiercely. Dark blue energy surged out like boiling ink, forming a swirling storm wall around him, deflecting all attacks from Old Ancestor Red Cloud and Daoist Duobao, while simultaneously compressing their space.
Each time the spear fell, it whistled through the air, smashing the city bricks to pieces and sending shards of stone flying, leaving the two men in a sorry state. Although the two managed to neutralize the phantom of the "Storm Titan" together, it had exhausted most of their inner strength.
Typhon, being at the pinnacle of Qi, already possessed combat power far exceeding that of cultivators with internal energy. Now, with the shift in offense and defense, his offensive became even more ferocious.
Seeing the hesitation in Hongyun Patriarch's moves, his killing intent intensified. Suddenly, the Storm Spear changed its attack, abandoning its suppression of Duobao Daoist and instead thrusting towards Hongyun Patriarch's heart. The dark blue-green aura condensed into the spear tip, carrying a deathly aura, as if it wanted to completely devour this half-step Celestial Realm elder.
Ancestor Hongyun felt a chill run down his spine. It was too late to mobilize the power of the four seasons for defense. He could only dodge to the side and gather all his remaining internal energy on his back to form a thin layer of winter-hidden ice armor.
With a "whoosh," the aura of the Storm Spear grazed his shoulder, shattering his ice armor instantly. A bone-chilling cold and excruciating pain surged through him at the same time. Ancestor Red Cloud groaned and staggered backward, blood gushing from the bloody hole in his shoulder, staining most of his red robe crimson.
"senior!"
Daoist Duobao exclaimed in surprise and quickly unleashed a golden Buddhist seal, forcing Typhon back.
Typhon's lips curled into a cruel smile. He was about to press his advantage and kill the two men completely when he suddenly sensed an extremely powerful aura rushing towards him from below the city wall.
"who?"
Typhon turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the golden-blue figure rushing towards him from below the city wall.
He could clearly sense that the figure was emanating power at the same level as his own—genuine, ultimate internal energy!
This realization caused Typhon's pupils to shrink sharply, and his heart was filled with shock.
The ultimate level of Qi is the pinnacle that countless martial artists pursue throughout their lives. There are very few in the world who can achieve this. He relied on his extraordinary talent and the power of the grassland totem to reach this level. He thought that there were only a few people in the world who could rival him. However, he did not expect to encounter the second person he saw at the pinnacle of Qi in this small Fengzhou City.
The figure moved with incredible speed, reaching the foot of the city wall in the blink of an eye. Yinglong stood on the back of the dragon horse, surrounded by golden-blue aura, and the dragon-shaped phantom behind him became increasingly clear.
His gaze was piercing, fixed on Typhon, his eyes devoid of any emotion, yet exuding an aura of dominance over the world. The golden-blue aura emanating from his body was like a flowing galaxy, gentle yet powerful, carrying an air of all-encompassing magnanimity.
Meanwhile, Typhon's dark blue-black aura on the city wall was like a raging hurricane, violent and rampant, carrying a kind of madness that could destroy everything.
The two extreme forces collided and intertwined in the air, forming an invisible wall of energy that pushed away all the surrounding soldiers. The rubble and bloodstains on the city wall were swept up by this wave of energy and swirled in the air.
Yinglong instantly sensed the violent aura emanating from Typhon, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, each flow carrying intense killing intent.
This killing intent was different from the life-or-death struggle on the battlefield; it stemmed from a cruelty and bloodlust ingrained in one's very being, treating human life as worthless and finding pleasure in destruction. This sent a chill down Yinglong's spine, immediately realizing that this was an extremely dangerous opponent, not only of comparable strength but also with a ruthless nature!
Typhon looked at Yinglong before him, and his shock was no less than that of the other man. He felt the purity of the golden-blue aura on Yinglong's body, without any impurities, like the primordial power at the beginning of the world, gentle yet indestructible.
What alarmed him even more was the majesty contained within this aura, like the suppression of a superior over a subordinate, causing the storm aura within his body to boil involuntarily, a mixture of anger and apprehension.
His muscles were taut like iron, every inch of his skin screaming for battle. The dark blue-green energy on his Storm Spear surged wildly, almost breaking free of his control and launching a fierce attack on his opponent.
"who are you?"
Typhon's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible gravity. He gripped the Storm Spear tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Yinglong, trying to find a flaw in his opponent.
Yinglong did not answer, but slowly leaped off the back of the alien dragon horse. His steps were light when he landed, but the entire city wall trembled slightly. The spear in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and golden-blue energy flowed slowly along the spear shaft. The spear tip drew a shallow mark on the city bricks, leaving a string of golden light spots.
"The person who killed you."
His voice was flat and emotionless.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hongyun Patriarch and Duobao Daoist retreated and left the center of the battlefield. Hongyun Patriarch, clutching his bleeding shoulder, looked at Yinglong's back with amazement in his eyes.
Daoist Duobao wiped the sweat from his brow, a smile appearing on his honest face. The Zhuxian Sword in his hand shimmered slightly, clearly relieved by Yinglong's arrival.
Typhon was taken aback when he heard Yinglong's words, then burst into wild laughter, his laughter filled with disdain and anger.
"Kill me? Since my debut, no one has dared to say such a thing! Even that guy Amur wouldn't dare to say he could kill me one-on-one! You think you can beat me just because you're at the peak of Qi?"
He took a sudden step forward, and the city bricks beneath his feet shattered instantly. Dark blue storm energy surged from his body, and a huge phantom of a storm titan condensed behind him. It was more solid and more violent than when he dealt with Ancestor Hongyun and Daoist Duobao. Its empty eyes flashed with dark blue light, as if it wanted to devour Yinglong.
Even the most powerful forms of internal energy have varying degrees of strength.
Yinglong slowly raised his spear, and golden-blue qi condensed at the tip of the spear, forming a dazzling spear light.
“You violent wretch are not worthy of such power.”
Typhon's power was great, but it went astray, like a runaway horse, and would ultimately only backfire on itself.
"Enough talk! Take this!"
Typhon was thoroughly enraged by Yinglong's words. He roared and thrust his Storm Spear, imbued with dark blue energy, fiercely towards Yinglong.
This spear thrust was imbued with all his power, and the phantom of the Storm Titan roared and lunged out at the same time. Dark blue energy surged forth like a tide, completely blocking Yinglong's retreat, and an aura of destruction filled the air.
(End of this chapter)