Chapter 407: Dao Soldiers (Request Subscription)

As Fang Xing silently observed, the scene shifted once more.

"Rise!"

Master Sun clenched his hands into a seal, and a peculiar blade-like artifact materialized—its edge razor-sharp, with a coiled dragon-like creature wrapped along its spine.

"Jiao-Blade?! Old Sun, you're even drawing this one-time secret treasure? Then don't blame us."

The two other Shenhuang masters exchanged glances and revealed their final cards.

Heavenly and earthly spiritual energy surged forth, forming exquisitely refined spells and seals.

The Qian-line master was a fat monk with a perpetual smile.

His expression turned utterly solemn as heavenly and earthly energy flooded into the Buddhist phantom behind him, manifesting a golden Maitreya statue a thousand zhang tall.

Its belly could hold all things, its mouth ever smiling, draped in a golden swastika-patterned cassock, radiating an unchanging, serene constancy…

Now, the phantom clasped its palms together, trapping the blade's light between them.

Golden light and blade-light entangled, consuming each other—forming a terrifying storm.

The Li-line master was a woman, yet her spiritual power seemed the strongest of all.

In her hand was a pitch-black bead—undeniably a space treasure.

Within that space lay countless Dao Soldiers!

Led by thirty-six Yuan Ying True Lords from the Li and Qian lines, they commanded three hundred direct Jin Dan cultivators, three thousand six hundred Jie Dan cultivators, and countless Foundation Establishment Dao Soldiers, forming a grand formation.

Countless seals fluttered through the air, their potent spiritual energy reinforcing the female master—making even her simplest spell nearly match the power of a Celestial Sovereign!

This Li master was the direct disciple of the Divine Beggar Master, entrusted with command of the palace's Dao Soldiers. After the Divine Beggar Master's soul lamp extinguished, she should have inherited authority and taken charge.

But Master Sun refused—and even summoned a fifth-rank Shenhuang dragon to launch a surprise attack, severely wounding her and destroying the sixth-rank mountain-protection array.

Otherwise, even with the dragon's aid, Master Sun would not have been her match.

"Old Sun, it's time to fight to the death—are you still holding back?"

The fifth-rank dragon, drenched in blood, roared: "We've all sworn oaths upon our soul cores, and each holds partial soul seals over the other—what's there not to trust?"

It was a remnant of the ancient Dragon King Court, fleeing in terror through the Great Yang cultivation world.

Later, it gained Master Sun's favor and support… and finally secured the chance to ascend to Shenhuang in another cultivation realm.

Upon hearing of the Divine Beggar Master's death, it knew this opportunity was rare—and was now fighting for its very life!

Even deeper in the dragon's heart lay hidden, venomous thoughts:

'Human cultivators are too terrifying—they're the dominant force… luckily, they love infighting.'

'Kill! Die… let them all perish together—only then will our beast clans rise!'

Hearing the dragon's mental voice and seeing the Li-line female master's wounds rapidly healing, Master Sun—who now understood the secret technique she used—finally ceased his hesitation and handed the pitch-black bowl to the fifth-rank dragon.

"That's… the Abyssal Sea Bowl?"

Seeing this, the Qian master erupted in fury: "Old Sun, you've forgotten your ancestors—how dare you give this treasure to a beast clan!"

Master Sun had always been in charge of the sect's spirit beast taming.

After the destruction of the Dragon King Court, the Rising Sun Palace amassed the most hybrid dragons and dragon beasts, along with complete cultivation methods, pills, and even battle arrays—perfectly suited for beast mastery.

Moreover, Rising Sun cultivators loved luxury; high-rank masters insisted on nine-dragon-drawn chariots to display their majesty.

Where the superiors led, the subordinates followed—most disciples raised dragon-blooded beasts as spirit companions, and with modest cultivation, they proved excellent allies.

The sect had nurtured these dragon beasts for generations, even producing powerful descendants with bloodline regression.

But all were bound by seals, limited to fourth rank at most.

Most were kept within the Abyssal Sea Bowl—forming one of the sect's most vital beast Dao Soldier units.

This treasure was both a space artifact and a control artifact.

The seals binding countless hybrid dragon breeds were anchored to the Abyssal Sea Bowl, allowing its wielder to command life and death with a thought.

Yet now, it had been handed entirely to the fifth-rank dragon—wasn't this granting the beast clan instant dominance?

"Hmph!"

Master Sun remained unmoved: "The sect is rotten—rotten because of your few surnames. I am correcting the chaos, purifying the world… allying with the dragon? Merely a desperate measure."

Roar! Roar!

The fifth-rank dragon gripped the Abyssal Sea Bowl and let out a triumphant, thunderous roar.

Streams of heavenly beast runes flashed, transforming into arcane beast seals and inscriptions that refined the bowl.

Splash! Splash!

A sound of crashing waves emerged.

Above the Rising Sun Palace, a vast expanse of pitch-black, abyssal seawater suddenly surged forth.

Within the water, countless shimmering lights glinted—reflections from countless scaled bodies.

Serpentine dragons entwined, their demonic aura rising like a pillar, forming a battle array.

The power of the battle formation strengthened the fifth-rank dragon—suddenly, it seemed as if it had returned to the sea: its antlers split, a phantom reverse scale appeared at its throat, and a fifth toe grew on each claw!

It appeared to have transformed into a true dragon!

'Worse—the Abyssal Sea Bowl was originally the Dragon King Court's greatest treasure, perfectly suited for dragon-kind growth…'

The Qian and Li masters exchanged glances, their scalps prickling.

The sect had grown lax these years—the fourth-rank dragons within the abyssal water numbered well over a hundred!

Among them, one white dragon and one yellow dragon had clearly undergone bloodline regression—their true dragon aura was overwhelming. Had it not been for the seals, they would have ascended to fifth rank long ago!

Even so, the fifth-rank Shenhuang dragon, now infused with part of the Dragon King Court's legacy, was a perfect match for the Abyssal Sea Bowl.

It roared again, and torrents of black water surged downward, drowning the Rising Sun Palace.

Countless disciples—whether Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Jie Dan, or Yuan Ying—all lost their ability to fly, swallowed by the black sea.

Countless hybrid dragon beasts surged forward, and soon not even their screams could be heard—only the sea turned crimson with blood.

The fifth-rank dragon shook its head and tail, then suddenly slammed one claw downward!

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger! Beneath that claw, space itself trembled violently—as if on the verge of shattering.

This was an attack nearing sixth-rank Liandong!

In the Li master's space treasure, countless cultivators paled, blood trickling from their lips.

The ten-thousand-zhang Maitreya golden body cracked open, golden Buddhist blood oozing out, then slowly dissolving.

"Amitabha… Sister Li, it's hopeless—go!"

The Qian master clasped his palms: "I'll hold them off for you!"

Though the sect had decayed, at its moment of collapse, it never lacked those of great wisdom and courage.

"You… none of you will leave."

The fifth-rank dragon roared, its black sea realm engulfing heaven and earth, sealing ten thousand li. Above, dark clouds gathered, thunder ready to strike at any moment.

This power stunned even Master Sun—he felt a flicker of regret.

…

"Truly… even as an outsider, I cannot watch anymore."

At that moment, a clear female voice rang from midair.

"Huh?"

The four Shenhuang combatants were startled.

They had drawn upon heavenly and earthly energy, their spiritual senses sweeping a thousand li—how had they missed someone watching?

Especially from such close range?

A flash of silver light appeared in the void—a young man with sword-like brows and starlit eyes, embracing a dignified, noble woman as they drifted into view.

His aura was unmistakably Shenhuang level!

"A Shenhuang master? An outsider Shenhuang?"

The Li master's face was filled with shock and doubt.

"Piaomiao Immortal Palace?"

Master Sun seemed to recognize Lady Qiong, his eyes darting as he connected more dots.

"You… are too weak. Barely worth my sword."

At that moment, Fang Xing spoke first: "But I am a human sword cultivator—I stand with humanity… dare you use beast clans to disrupt our race? Die!"

The moment he uttered "die," he drew his sword and slashed!

Shriek!

A piercing phoenix cry echoed through the void!

Countless crimson sword threads emerged, forming a flaming phoenix whose wings spread wide, radiating infinite fire like a blazing sun.

Where the solar halo passed, even space was vaporized!

The sky's sea realm, dark clouds, and thunder—all vanished instantly.

"No!"

Master Sun, sensing disaster, tried to activate a secret technique—but the sword light was too fast!

Even the cry of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix had become a devastating spiritual assault, piercing his soul core and slowing his movements for an instant.

That instant was the difference between life and death!

Hiss! Hiss!

Crimson sword threads sliced through—whether fifth-rank talismans, defensive treasures, fifth-rank armor, or even his own formidable body—all tore like paper.

And even…

His soul core was no exception.

As the fire phoenix flew past, Sun Zunzhe was utterly obliterated, his form and spirit destroyed!

In contrast to Sun Zunzhe, the fifth-rank jade dragon let out a long roar, blood seeping from every scale, as if transforming into a blood dragon.

It spat out its own fifth-rank demonic core, wielding the Abyssal Sea Bowl, and slammed it into the fire phoenix that had just annihilated Sun Zunzhe.

In the end, the Abyssal Sea Bowl let out a mournful cry, and countless jade dragons within instantly died, their bodies slashed to pieces by chaotic swords, their deaths horrific beyond words.

The fifth-rank jade dragon spat out a mouthful of essence blood, then, without hesitation, transformed into a pitch-black escape light, carrying the Abyssal Sea Bowl as it fled into the distance!

There was no choice but to flee for its life!

This was no mere Nascent Soul Sword Zunzhe— to the fifth-rank jade dragon, it felt exactly like a Void Refinement powerhouse!

A Void Refinement sword cultivator!

To survive even one strike, it had exhausted all its trump cards and barely escaped with its life.

To resist another would mean certain death!

"Beneath the void, where can you possibly run?"

Fang Xing sighed softly and struck again!

The void flickered—the rusty iron sword materialized directly above the black jade dragon's head, the tip of the blade shattering the fabric of space itself.

A terrifying silver storm instantly sliced through the fifth-rank jade dragon's body, leaving not even its soul unharmed.

This was none other than the Grand Void Flying Sword Art fused with the supreme technique of One Sword Shatters the Void!

"The void is shattered!"

"Void Refinement power?"

Not only Qian Zunzhe and Li Zunzhe, but even Qiong Xianzi had never before seen Fang Xing unleash his full strength— all were shaken to their cores, nearly unable to control themselves.

"How is it possible? He's only at the early Nascent Soul stage, yet he unleashed a Void Refinement strike?"

In Qiong Xianzi's eyes, stars seemed to swirl: "Young Master— are you truly a celestial immortal exiled to this mortal realm?"

(End of Chapter)