Chapter 533 - 240: The Demon Dragon Demon God’s Terrifying and Ruthless Methods_2

"Boom!"

The intense sound reverberated throughout the world, even causing the distant Zhen Nan City’s walls to sway under the aftershock of this blow, large chunks of bricks, almost indestructible under the array’s reinforcement, were shattered and fell.

The earth seemed to have been plowed once, with an area of over ten miles showing not a trace of green, barren!

Under the splatter of shattered sword intent, not to mention plants, even the earth was forcibly scraped of a layer!

On the ultra-flat ground blasted out by the impact, sword marks crisscrossed, with just the emitted aura being enough to severely injure or even kill a low-tier cultivator.

In full view, the Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword, condensed with the Blood Pattern Ancestor’s lifelong blood, was crushed to burst by Lu Wenwu’s punch, reverting to its original three feet cyan-white form, with a faint crack appearing.

Among the flying swords spiraling around it, nearly half were directly smashed into scrap metal by Lu Wenwu’s punch, with many cultivators connected to them by mind spitting blood.

Losing their combat ability due to the shattering of lifebound magical treasures, they were forced to exit the battle.

Even the remaining flying swords were rarely intact, most melting into different colors due to the scorching heat, with their owners’ complexions looking rather unhealthy.

Even the Blood Pattern Ancestor’s lifebound flying sword had a slight crack on it.

That was forcibly created by Lu Wenwu’s punch.

Using a weapon as nimble as a sword to clash head-on with a powerhouse like Lu Wenwu, who focuses on frontal assaults, is a hard practice to evaluate.

Maybe it was out of confidence or disdain for Lu Wenwu’s body’s strength.

Who knows?

"This is impossible!"

The Blood Pattern Ancestor roared madly, even biting his tongue and furiously spitting out a mouthful of vital blood.

This vital blood instantly scattered upon being spat out, directly merging into the blood pattern of the Life Armor.

In less than half a breath, the blood patterns on him began to distort, wriggle, expand as if gaining life.

In less than half a breath, the Blood Pattern Ancestor’s original golden armor fully transformed into a blood-red color, the entire war shadow turning as red as blood, almost ready to flow out scorching sticky blood plasma.

Sacrificially refining with one’s own vital blood, the wind aids the fire, making the restored green-white flying sword even more dangerous than before.

The flying sword turned a corner in mid-air, the cyan-white colors swelling, and once again spiraled towards Lu Wenwu’s head.

"Indeed, even now, I still long to have a flying sword of my own."

Lu Wenwu gazed at the sharp magical treasure piercing towards him, mumbling, with strong envy in his eyes.

The speed of the flying sword was still as fast as lightning, turning a circle in an instant, rapidly approaching his direction.

And at this moment, the aura emitted from within Lu Wenwu’s body suddenly surged, an evil aura capable of distorting anyone’s mind continuously expanded and spread.

Accompanied by a completely different two-colored flame rising and burning.

Where the flames passed, block after block of black-purple dragon scales condensed continuously, the edges outlined with glorious battle patterns in a magnificent gold border.

"This is...really cool..."

The spiral-shaped ferocious dragon horn released a ghastly green evil flame, the surging Demon Qi and terrifying Evil Qi as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood dispersed together, veiling the originally clear blue sky into an ominous black.

Lu Wenwu · Abyss Demon Dragon Form!

Raise hand.

Charge.

A punch!

Again displaying the Military Killing Fist deployed at the first meeting.

But this time, the seemingly ordinary Military Killing Fist seemed entirely liberated, its power unknown how many times greater!

This directly evolved from a common attack to the level of a grand move!

In the state of simultaneously activating the True Dragon Battle Body and Abyssal Descent, everything of Lu Wenwu’s seemed completely unleashed.

Even if he was thrown directly into the Endless Abyss now, not a single demon would dare to call him a human.

This is simply more demon than a demon!

This is a deep abyss demon dragon wearing human skin!

The collision of punch and sword.

The scene was so familiar, yet the result was entirely different.

The menacing cyan-white flying sword began to shatter from the tip, smashed entirely by the Military Killing Fist like sweeping away dead foliage.

When the power of Lu Wenwu’s punch finally stretched to the extreme, the last piece of the cyan-white flying sword shattered completely, burning with flames and falling to the ground like a pile of broken ice.

The Blood Pattern Ancestor sprayed blood from his mouth, and the aura previously seemingly ready to slay Lu Wenwu with one sword abruptly ceased.

Even the mightily imposing war shadow instantaneously broke, completely disintegrating and dissipating.

The punch Lu Wenwu just delivered not only completely destroyed all the lifebound magical treasures released by the Armored Race cultivators but also completely drained the remaining scant spiritual power within these Nascent Souls, Golden Core cultivators!

Their spiritual accumulation was originally much weaker than those of the same level.

Encountering a monster like Lu Wenwu, described as having unlimited endurance, was akin to mice meeting a cat.

Added to the ceaselessly erupting pure dragon power revered across the seas, it almost entirely crushed their will to fight.

In the eyes of the Armored Race cultivators, battle intent was rapidly fading.

Replacing it was fear.

Intense fear.

As if seeing some natural enemy!

Fear had entirely occupied their minds, leaving no room for anything else.

Even the late-stage Nascent Soul Armored Race cultivators were trembling like chicks before Lu Wenwu, with some legs so weak they couldn’t stand!

The Blood Pattern Ancestor’s eyes widened, with faint blood mist hung over pale golden armor.

The disbelief filled his gaze as he looked at Lu Wenwu.

Could this be the other’s real power?

A genuine late-stage Divinity Transformation Demon God!?

This almost solidified Blood Evil Qi, this gruesome green power so intense it could distort the minds of low-tier cultivators, and that fear never felt before, yet deeply buried in their bloodline...

This was what the Armored Race’s historical records once mentioned... True Dragon!

The naturally ruling race among the vast and varied Demon Beast clan, the Uncrowned King of the entire Demon Race!

This is...the power belonging to True Dragons?

If the Blood Pattern Ancestor was in terror, the Armored Race cultivators in abject panic, then the Cyan Wood Demon King’s early allegiance—Canglang... Wolf King Xiaoqing and Tiger King Xiaohong—were in ecstasy.

It was an ecstasy almost intoxicated by joy.

The two brothers hugged each other, crying and laughing, their mouths emitted inhumanly excited howls.

Accidentally hit the jackpot!

This is pure True Dragon bloodline, this is the Demon God of the True Dragon Race!

A late-stage Divinity Transformation unparalleled great demon!

In the cultivation realm, this almost certifies ascension peak Demon God, even the Human Race’s Divinity Transformation True Venerable wouldn’t dare to easily offend.

Legend says True Dragon Race lives in the deep-sea Dragon Palaces, rarely active in the outside world.

The dragons active in the cultivation realm are mostly Flood Dragons transformed from fish or snakes.

Relying on ancestral purification, with bloodline being varied and not pure, and not possessing the defying might of the True Dragon Race.

Normally, where is the chance to mingle with such a powerhouse?

They usually can’t even see the shadow of a True Dragon!

Earlier, disregarding dignity and hatred to cling to this thick thigh, this is a substantial one!

And what about the brothers’ grudge?

In the face of ascension opportunities, it all becomes insignificant.

Who is the Cyan Wood Demon King?

Truly unfamiliar.

As a multi-raced alliance appearing demon beast population, it’s always been whoever has the biggest fists is the big boss.

It’s just banding together for warmth.

In the worldview of demon beasts, this practice isn’t shameful.

Not just demon beasts, even mortal wild beast populations, the aging Lion Kings and Wolf Kings being defeated by youthful vigorous fierce beasts, not ending in on-the-spot death, would be driven out of the group to fend for themselves with injuries and disabilities.

The other members of the group would rapidly change allegiance, enthroning the new king.

Weak are preyed upon, the victor takes it all, whoever has the biggest fist makes sense, whoever can fight is the big boss.

This is the law demon beasts uphold.