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Zi Yan's figure, like a purple streak of light, instantly ascended to the top of the void.

In that brief pause, the Supreme Dragon-Phoenix bloodline within her was completely ignited, emitting a dazzling light like the blazing sun.

The immense purple-gold battle qi gathered and compressed wildly on her fists, eventually weaving into a destructive arc of light that stretched across the heavens and earth.

Above the arc of light, the roars of dragons and the cries of phoenixes resonated, shaking the heavens. The sounds contained domineering power and nobility, and faintly coalesced into a purple-gold dragon-phoenix phantom bearing blazing flames.

The moment the phantom wings slowly unfolded, the surrounding void seemed unable to bear the weight, emitting a series of violent buzzing sounds, as if it would collapse completely in the next second.

"It's now!"

Xiao Ling's sensory signal exploded precisely in her sea of ​​consciousness, like a thunderbolt splitting Zi Yan's thoughts.

The signal not only detected the fatal gap where Phoenix Sky's wings had reached their limit, its old power exhausted and new power yet to emerge, but also discerned the slight delay in the defensive connection caused by the backlash from the previous sneak attack and the fact that the three Dragon Kings' injuries had not yet healed.

A cold glint flashed in Zi Yan's phoenix eyes, her killing intent resolute. She held nothing back any longer; the arc of light condensing her entire body's fighting spirit abruptly changed direction mid-flight, transforming into a streak of purple-gold lightning at a bizarre angle that completely defied the laws of physics, swooping down!

The target is the most fatal gap in the encirclement, between the Southern Dragon King and Huang Tian!

This unexpected move was swift as lightning and so cunning that it startled all four powerful attackers.

Huang Tian let out a furious roar, hastily stretching his crimson-gold wings across his chest. Violent black flames burned wildly on the wings, attempting to withstand the sudden attack with the most ferocious force.

The Southern Dragon King was terrified and hurriedly swung his tail to block, but his movements were slowed by the surge of his blood and qi, making him a beat too late.

The Western and Northern Kings, being too far away to help, could only watch helplessly as the arc of light that tore through the void pierced the core of their carefully woven encirclement formation.

"boom--!!!"

The purple-gold arc of light collided violently with the crimson-gold wings, and time seemed to stand still at that moment. In an instant, the black flames and purple-gold battle aura were violently annihilated, emitting a piercing "sizzling" sound.

Huang Tian felt an overwhelming force surge into his arms. The domineering aura of the dragon and phoenix intertwined caused even his proud Holy Elephant Power to become slightly disordered. His massive body was as if hit by a heavy hammer, and he uncontrollably slid backward a hundred feet before barely managing to stabilize himself.

The Southern Dragon King's situation was even more tragic. His dragon tail was grazed by the edge of the arc of light, and his indestructible dragon scales instantly shattered, revealing the bloody and mangled dragon tendons beneath.

A terrifying shockwave coursed through his body, sending the dragon flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the Northern Dragon King. The two were thrown off balance, their formation thrown into chaos!

The encirclement was suddenly breached!

How could Zi Yan miss such a golden opportunity? She took advantage of the momentum to swoop down, her figure leaving a series of dazzling afterimages in the void.

On the edge of the fist, the dragon's might surged again, instantly splitting into dozens of solid purple-gold fist shadows. Each one contained terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, and like a torrential downpour, it bombarded the three dragon kings whose formation had already been scattered!
"Bang bang bang!"

For a moment, dull thuds echoed throughout the vast void.

Just as the Western Dragon King regained his footing, he was struck in the chest and abdomen by three consecutive fist shadows. His already damaged scales shattered completely, and blood gushed out like a spring. His dragon body collapsed limply to the ground.

The Northern Dragon King barely managed to raise his dragon claw to protect his injured left arm, but the dragon and phoenix power contained in the fist shadow made his bones feel like they were about to crack. He let out a painful groan, and his dragon eyes were filled with disbelief and despair.

The Southern Dragon King was struck squarely on the head by a fist, letting out an extremely shrill wail. The huge head of his head crashed to the ground, and his consciousness momentarily blurred.

Just then, an angry shout came from behind.

Huang Tian forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, his crimson-gold wings unleashing a sky full of black flames as he swept across, determined to force Zi Yan back into the encirclement.

However, Zi Yan had already anticipated his actions.

Using the recoil from repelling the three dragon kings, she advanced instead of retreating, suddenly leaping into the air and rising like a purple meteor, narrowly avoiding Huang Tian's fatal blow by the slightest margin.

With Xiao Ling's soul perception acting as an invisible barrier protecting her, Zi Yan didn't need to pay attention to her surroundings at all; all her thoughts could be focused on the battle before her.

Any subtle energy fluctuation on the battlefield, any poised sneak attack, any flaw in the defense—all these are revealed by Xiao Ling's vast perception.

This crucial information will transform into the clearest warning signals, flowing precisely into Zi Yan's sea of ​​consciousness like a trickle. The scorching fluctuations when the black flames of the Phoenix Wings condense, the bloodline throbbing when the three Dragon Kings' dragon breaths are gathering power, and even the slight deviations in the flow of void energy can all be transformed into guidance in her consciousness in the first instant.

Without needing to look back or glance to the side, every dodge is perfectly timed, and every counterattack precisely locks onto the enemy. This almost prophetic understanding allows her to remain at ease in the chaotic battle, focusing all her strength on the most crucial offense and defense.

After dodging Huang Tian's sudden attack, which was filled with destructive energy, Zi Yan's figure spun slightly in the void, and her purple-gold battle qi flowed like water, smoothing out the sluggishness of her movements.

Her phoenix eyes swept over the four people whose formation had loosened. Xiao Ling's perception signals had clearly marked the flaws exposed by the three dragon kings due to their unhealed injuries, as well as the brief stiffness when Huang Tian's old power was released. This was the best time to break the deadlock. Delaying any longer would only allow the opponents to regain their footing.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

With a clear shout, Zi Yan's body suddenly surged with purple-gold light, and the phantom of the dragon and phoenix became increasingly solid within the battle aura.

At the same time, a terrifying pressure that swept across the heavens and earth suddenly spread out from Zi Yan's body.

The oppressive aura contained both the domineering dragon might of the supreme dragon race and the fierce killing intent of the ancient celestial phoenix. The two forces intertwined and collided, superimposing and merging into an even more terrifying aura, causing visible ripples to appear in the void.

Whether it was Huang Tian and the three Dragon Kings who were confronting her, or the members of the Four Dragon Islands Ancient Dragon Clan and the descendants of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan who were watching the battle from afar in the void, they all involuntarily felt a tightness in their chests under this pressure, their heartbeats inexplicably slowed down, and even their breathing subconsciously became lighter.

Even Xiao Ling, who was hidden in the folds of the void, and who was already used to Zi Yan's bloodline power, couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate. His soul perception between his brows trembled slightly due to the impact of this pressure.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zi Yan slowly raised her slender hands, which were shimmering with purple-gold light, and finally gently brought them together above her head.

With a slight movement of her fingertips, a wisp of dazzling golden liquid quietly emanated from her palm. The liquid flowed with a cold, metallic luster, yet carried a warm aura of blood fusion, as if it had been condensed from the primordial essence of the Supreme Dragon Phoenix.

The liquid swirled and flowed in her palm, slowly condensing into shape as her battle qi was continuously poured in. A slender sword gradually unfurled amidst the flowing light, its spine adorned with winding dragon patterns, and its tail trailing a wisp of phoenix feather phantom. A longsword, gleaming gold and exuding an imposing aura, appeared, causing the surrounding energy turbulence to submit even before it was drawn. "The Dragon-Slaying Sword?! It's… the Dragon-Slaying Sword! You can actually summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword?!"

Despite the terrifying pressure that threatened to crush the dragon's body into dust, the Northern Dragon King, barely managing to catch his breath, still managed to raise his dragon head.

The tattered dragon eye locked onto Zi Yan in the void above. When its gaze fell upon the golden longsword in her palm, its dragon eye suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

A horrified scream exploded uncontrollably from the depths of his throat, his voice trembling slightly with extreme fear, as if he were about to completely collapse at any moment.

The Northern Dragon King's cry of alarm resounded like a thunderclap across the ruins.

Beside them, the Southern Dragon King and the Western Dragon King, whose consciousness was already in a state of confusion due to severe injuries and the pressure of their bloodline, trembled violently and instantly awoke from their stupor.

They struggled to turn their heavy necks, their crimson dragon eyes fixed intently on the gleaming golden sword.

The struggle and resentment that had lingered in their eyes before had vanished, replaced by a pure fear that came from the depths of their souls.

The enormous dragon's body trembled uncontrollably, its scales rubbing against each other and producing a sickeningly fine, trembling sound.

Dragon-Slaying Sword!
This is not a weapon in the conventional sense, but the ultimate fighting technique passed down through the ages by the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan, a symbol and extension of the Dragon Emperor's power.

Such supernatural powers can only be glimpsed by ancient dragons possessing the purest royal blood. Even these three dragon kings, who ruled over their respective regions, could not grasp even a fraction of its power despite exhausting their entire lives' cultivation.

But they never expected that the still young new Dragon Emperor would be able to summon such a forbidden fighting technique into the world!

It should be noted that even the previous Dragon Emperor, who had dominated the ancient clans for a hundred years, only managed to condense the prototype of the Dragon Slayer Sword after his strength reached the peak of the six-star Dou Sheng realm.

At this moment, Zi Yan is merely a five-star Dou Sheng in the early stage! This bloodline talent completely overturned their entire understanding of the Ancient Dragon inheritance!
What made the three Dragon Kings even more terrified was the name of the "Dragon-Slaying Sword," every word of which seemed to drip with blood!

This is a sword of punishment exclusively for the Dragon Emperor, created specifically to purge the rebellious dragons.

Legend has it that unless the opponent's strength completely overwhelms the caster, any member of the Ancient Dragon Clan will find their formidable dragon scales and defenses as fragile as tofu under the pressure of this sword. Deep within their bloodline, they will instinctively submit and fear, finding it difficult to even muster the thought of resistance.

The golden blade trembled gently in Zi Yan's palm. The ancient and mysterious dragon patterns on the spine of the sword seemed to come alive, resonating with the supreme dragon-phoenix bloodline surging within her, emitting a deep and majestic hum.

That sharp aura, seemingly originating from the deepest part of his bloodline, spread out like an invisible tide.

The three dragon kings felt their blood surging and boiling wildly, as if they were about to be torn apart from the inside by this force. Even every breath they took was accompanied by excruciating pain.

"Dragon-Slaying Sword..."

High above in the distance, all the spectators stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixed on the purple figure standing in the void, their eyes filled with a deep sense of awe and fear.

Even a powerful figure like Xuanmo, who had already broken through to the Dou Zun realm, couldn't help but tremble slightly. The trembling didn't stem from the difference in strength, but from an instinctive fear deeply rooted in his blood and marrow.

The Dragon Slayer Sword is a revered totem etched into the souls of all the ancient dragons of the Void.

The elders of Donglong Island trembled with excitement as they gazed at the golden sword in the void. Many of the older men were moved to tears, their voices choked with emotion: "His Majesty the Dragon Emperor... he actually summoned the Dragon Slayer Sword!"

In their hearts, only the one who can activate such a secret inherited technique is the true emperor who holds the power of the dragon race.

From this day forward, Zi Yan truly possesses the supreme authority to command the entire Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan. This dual proof of bloodline and strength is enough to silence all doubters.

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword has been drawn. Who is the true Dragon Emperor? Are you still so deluded?"

The Grand Elder of Donglong Island, leaning on his dragon-shaped cane, rose into the air. His aged yet resonant voice pierced through the turbulent energy currents, directly confronting the allied forces of the three islands.
"If you continue to aid and abet evil, when the Dragon-Slaying Sword comes to your heads, you will face utter destruction!"

As the roar subsided, a commotion erupted within the Three Islands Allied Forces camp. Many soldiers' expressions shifted uncertainly, their grips on their weapons tightened slightly, and a hint of wavering appeared in their eyes as they looked at Zi Yan.

Even the leaders, including Xuanmo, were now silent and dared not utter another word.

The invisible pressure emanating from the Dragon-Slaying Sword followed them like a shadow, making them feel as if they had thorns in their backs, as if that sharp blade, capable of slaying dragons as easily as slaughtering dogs, would at any moment pierce through the air and sever their heads.

Moreover, Zi Yan's terrifying strength and supreme bloodline had already planted a seed of shock in their hearts.

The actions of the three Dragon Kings in colluding with foreign enemies and betraying the Dragon Clan were already despicable to many of their fellow warriors.

The appearance of the Dragon-Slaying Sword at this moment was like a thunderbolt cleaving through the fog. The scales in many people's hearts were completely tilted, and their previous wavering thoughts had long since turned into firm convictions. The Dragon Emperor before them was the one they should truly follow.

In the void, the hum of the Azure Gold Sword grew clearer and clearer. Zi Yan slowly raised her hand holding the hilt, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the three Dragon Kings and Huang Tian below.

That slender yet upright figure, illuminated by the brilliance of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, plunged the entire battlefield into a brief, deathly silence, leaving only the heavy sounds of heartbeats and breaths suppressed by the oppressive force.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

After a brief silence, someone finally broke down. Under the oppressive aura of the Dragon Emperor that originated from their bloodline, the warriors of Mishima could no longer hold on and knelt humbly towards the distant void.

This first kneeling was like a silent command, prompting more members of the ancient dragon race to make their choices amidst their struggles, bowing their heads and choosing to submit.

Seeing this, the expressions of Xuanmo and the other high-ranking officials of the three islands gradually became solemn and iron-like.

They knew in their hearts that after today, even if the three Dragon Kings were lucky enough to escape with a sliver of hope, the Three Islands Alliance was doomed.

Under Zi Yan's leadership, Donglong Island will surely rise to prominence and leave them far behind.

A new era belonging to the Dragon Emperor has irreversibly arrived. (End of Chapter)