As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1568 - 416: Swallowing All Dragon Energy, Three Successive Evolutions of the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor, Old Dragon God Arrives from the East But Sees No Dragon Sons or Grandsons...
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A sudden sense of impending doom washed over him as he lifted his gaze.
Across the battlefield, the three Dragon Sons were far from idle spectators.
However, the moment they united to manifest a Combined Skill, a silhouette charged forward and shattered the technique before it could even solidify!
It was the Dominator Avatar of Mo City!
A long staff, wreathed in fiery crimson, swung out with violent force, discharging an ocean of blazing Qi-Blood!
Divine Monkey!
Underworld Divine Monkey!
Bam——!!!
Like a soaring dragon, the staff plunged deep into the Half-step Dragon God phantom conjured by the three Dragon Sons.
With a sharp flick, a multitude of staff shadows erupted toward the heavens, weaving through the atmosphere until the entire sky seemed imprisoned within them!
A single strike...
Shattering Southern Heaven!
Bam——!!!
The three figures were instantly sent tumbling through the air with miserable wails. Their Combined Skill was forcibly dismantled, and Dragon Blood sprayed wildly, erupting without end!
The Dragon God Crown Prince’s Dragon Scales flared, radiating heat; as he heard the cries of agony, his heart plummeted into an abyss of despair.
Everything was lost...
He looked up.
There stood the Bull Demon, who had been trading blows with him. Entirely unscathed, the demon raised his fist once more, surrounded by a brilliant, blinding radiance that caused the very void to ripple!
His dragon-like spine flickered with light, flashing with one blazing glory after another!
The terrifying, boiling Qi-Blood surged and raged, dominating the space between heaven and earth!
Snap crackle——
Ink-colored rain lashed against the Dragon God Crown Prince’s face—cold, stinging, and filled with hopelessness...
Possessing such overwhelming Qi-Blood, how could he not simply explode and perish?!
Is this being truly...
a human?!
...
...
On the banks of the Grand Canal.
The military encampment of the imperial court was spread out like white blossoms amidst the falling snow.
The tent curtain was pulled back, and a pale Xie Yushen stepped out slowly.
Grandmaster Huang Mei followed silently at his side, his palms pressed together in prayer.
Accompanying Xie Yushen was another figure: Gu Cheng, the Sect Master of the Bashu Sword Pavilion and a top-tier Great God.
Because his swordsmanship was classified as a Divine Method rather than a Martial Path, Gu Cheng held a place on the Great God List despite not being ranked within the Heavenly Gate.
Gu Qianchi had likely been moved to action by Zhao Beidou’s favor to Xie Yushen, which had secured a prime opportunity for his sect’s disciples.
Consequently, he had ordered Gu Cheng, the leader of the Sect, to personally act as Xie Yushen’s guardian.
Buzz buzz——
Suddenly, the air distorted as two figures tore through the blizzard and drifted inside.
They were Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou. Although Zhao Beidou’s complexion appeared healthy, his internal injuries were actually quite grave.
The two stood suspended in mid-air, the snowstorm parting around them.
Their eyes turned toward the distant horizon where the Grand Canal met the sky.
In that direction, they seemed to perceive a terrifying, rushing line of cresting waves!
"He has arrived."
Gu Qianchi narrowed his eyes, his Heaven and Earth Soul trembling as the Sword Qi within his body threatened to spiral out of control.
Zhao Beidou took a deep breath as well: "That Old Dragon... is coming. Rumor has it this Old Dragon has survived for three thousand years, nearing the absolute limit of the Realm of One Disaster and Two Tribulations."
"He has scoured the East Sea Domain, consuming every life-extending treasure until none remained..."
"Sadly, based on the Old Dragon’s desperation to lead the Dragon God Clan onto land, it appears he cannot overcome the Third Tribulation. If he could, he would have gained another thousand years of life."
Gu Qianchi nodded in agreement: "To live for three millennia is a remarkable feat. Others might live a thousand years, but... in the end, they all fall to the calamity or perish while exploring the Strange Que..."
"For this Old Dragon to endure for three thousand years is truly praiseworthy."
With a soft sigh, both Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou—as Divine Tribulation experts—felt the inherent bitterness of their Cultivation path.
"Masters, will you accompany me to greet the Old Dragon God?"
Xie Yushen offered a warm, gentle smile.
"The arrival of the Old Dragon God will bolster our court’s strength in toppling mountains and crushing Sects... beyond measure!"
"The fall of Qian Yuan is imminent!"
Xie Yushen spoke with excitement, lavishing the Old Dragon God with praise.
The expressions of Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou turned cold. What was his implication? Did he believe the Old Dragon God’s appearance meant he alone would save the day and destroy all opposition?
Were their own efforts as Divine Tribulation experts considered worthless?
Zhao Beidou let out a cold snort, remembering the heavy wounds he had sustained while fighting the Underworld.
Sensing the friction his words had caused, Xie Yushen quickly offered an apology.
Secretly, however, he was pleased.
By subtly sowing discord among these three Divine Tribulation powerhouses and highlighting their flaws to one another, he was creating the perfect opening for his Lord to exploit!
Gu Qianchi remained silent, flicking his sleeve. Suddenly, the ring of a blade echoed as he summoned the Flying Sword Cloud Stream beneath their feet. They shot forward, slicing through the Grand Canal and rushing toward the front, parting the waves.
After traveling roughly a hundred zhang across the water.
Gu Qianchi came to a halt, his ancient robes billowing, a look of shock crossing his thin face.
He saw it.
At the edge of the Grand Canal, a gargantuan wave rose a hundred zhang into the air!
The thunderous roar of a Dragon’s Chant rolled across the water; the river surged violently, waves climbing higher and higher until they touched the firmament!
A savage and terrifying aura ascended rapidly, sweeping toward the heavens!
High above, dark clouds had gathered into a mass of dread. Tribulation clouds spread out continuously as desolate thunder boomed, and the heavy pressure of the calamity descended, forcing all living things into silence!
Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou stared intensely as a colossal dragon rose from the limitless Vast Sea, dragging a mountain of seawater with it, bridging the gap between the earth and the sky!
Rumble——!!!