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As the current patriarch of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, Huang Tian was well-informed and had long heard of the Dragon Slaying Sword's reputation. It was a supreme fighting technique exclusive to the royal family of the ancient dragon clan, possessing overwhelming destructive power against ancient dragons outside the royal bloodline.

Logically speaking, the Dragon Slayer Sword was originally a punitive technique used by the ancient dragon royal family against traitors of their own kind. It should have no effect on Huang Tian of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan. To him, it was at most a high-ranking combat skill.

Even in terms of consumption, the bloodline power that Zi Yan poured into this move was far more heavy than that of an ordinary attack, and the cost was obviously higher.

But at this moment, when his gaze fell upon the gleaming golden sword in Zi Yan's palm, an inexplicable chill suddenly surged up his spine, and even the depths of his bloodline trembled, as if some ancient suppressive force was silently descending.

His body trembled slightly, and a storm raged in his heart, as if even his blood had frozen.

Forcibly suppressing the turmoil within his body, Huang Tian pondered for a moment and instantly understood the crux of the problem.

This Dragon Slayer Sword appears to be a special fighting technique driven by bloodline power, but its true deterrent power actually depends entirely on the strength of the user's bloodline.

Zi Yan is not only the Dragon Emperor of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan, possessing the purest bloodline of the ancient dragon royal family, but after merging with and absorbing the legendary Dragon Emperor Origin Fruit, her bloodline has transformed into the supreme dragon phoenix that surpasses all living beings.

That was a perfect fusion of the Ancient Void Dragon and the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix, two supreme bloodlines tempering and amplifying each other, far surpassing the limits of a single bloodline.

Although Huang Tian is a descendant of the ancient Heavenly Phoenix, the purity of his bloodline is far inferior to that of a true ancient Heavenly Phoenix. Now, facing the terrifying existence formed by the fusion of the two supreme bloodlines, Zi Yan, the suppression at the bloodline level is like an insurmountable chasm. That deep-seated fear stems from this insurmountable bloodline gap.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword that Zi Yan has conjured at this moment, although its name contains the words "Dragon-Slaying," has already surpassed the boundaries of a single race in terms of sharpness.

This holy sword, powered by the bloodline of the Supreme Dragon Phoenix, is not only effective against all those with the bloodline of the Ancient Void Dragon, but even descendants of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix cannot escape its sharpness.

It brings not the impact of ordinary battle qi collisions, but a pure crushing that goes straight to the source of one's bloodline.

That was the absolute dominance of the Supreme Dragon Phoenix over the two ancient bloodlines. Every wisp of sword power was branded with the word "suppression". No matter how the opponent activated their defense or circulated their battle qi, they could not avoid this special damage originating from the bloodline level. They could only endure the burning pain and trembling that penetrated to the bone marrow.

"Retreat! The Dragon-Slaying Sword has appeared; we have no chance to fight back!" The Southern Dragon King stared at Zi Yan's figure, sword raised high, his dragon eyes filled with pure terror; all his previous struggles and resentment had vanished.

"If we don't retreat today, we'll only meet our demise! Escape! Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope!"

Before he could finish speaking, he disregarded the disheveled state of his dragon body and the excruciating pain of his shattered scales. His massive body twisted violently, creating a chaotic flow of air, and he used up all his remaining fighting spirit to flee madly into the distant void.

The Western Dragon King and the Northern Dragon King were terrified and dared not have the slightest desire to fight.

The two acted almost simultaneously with the Southern Dragon King, ignoring the excruciating pain of their bursting wounds. They slammed their dragon tails into the air and followed closely behind, dragging their broken bodies. Their hasty escape left three disheveled afterimages in the air.

Even Huang Tian, ​​who had been holding on tightly, could no longer maintain his composure.

Its crimson-gold wings suddenly flapped, stirring up a sky full of black flames but without any offensive power. Its massive body retreated like an arrow released from a bow, flying away from Zi Yan. The frequency of its wing flapping was so fast that it almost turned into a blur, clearly indicating that it was fleeing with all its might, with no trace of its previous arrogance and dominance.

At this moment, Huang Tian was already filled with deep regret.

Had he known this would happen, he would never have gotten involved in this mess to help the three Dragon Kings. Not only did he not gain any benefit, but he also dragged himself into a life-or-death situation.

At first, he was full of scheming, thinking that he could use the power of the three dragon kings to suppress this new dragon emperor who had suddenly appeared, and preferably defeat him completely.

Even if they fail, it's good to keep these three useless people around to continue stirring up trouble within the Ancient Dragon Clan, allowing the Heavenly Phoenix Clan to reap the benefits and watch from the sidelines.

But now that Huang Tian is already in dire need of his own life, how can he possibly care about those schemes? Only by fleeing frantically can he save his life.

Catching a glimpse of the three Dragon Kings fleeing in panic out of the corner of her eye, Huang Tian's contempt deepened, and she couldn't help but curse inwardly: "A bunch of trash! No wonder the Ancient Dragon Clan of the Void has fallen to such a state with trash like you!"

If it weren't for being dragged down by these three idiots, how could I have been suppressed so badly by Zi Yan's Supreme Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline?

Thinking this, Huang Tian flapped her wings more and more rapidly, turning all her disgust for these three good-for-nothings and her frustration with her own situation into the motivation to escape, only regretting that she could not immediately fly out of this void shrouded in the pressure of the Dragon Slayer Sword.

In just a few flaps of his wings, Huang Tian's massive body had already fled thousands of feet away, and he deliberately distanced himself from the three dragon kings behind him, not wanting to be affected by Zi Yan's subsequent attacks.

In his view, as the Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Dragon Clan of Taixu, Zi Yan would surely prioritize quelling the rebellion within the clan and target the three Dragon Kings as traitors. As long as he seized this opportunity and fled far away while Zi Yan was distracted, he would be able to escape safely.

Huang Tian's guess inadvertently saved him from a fatal crisis.

Just as he expected, seeing the three Dragon Kings and Huang Tian fleeing in different directions, Zi Yan glanced at Huang Tian's figure first, but only for a moment before locking onto the three Dragon Kings again.

Logically speaking, the Heavenly Phoenix Clan and the Ancient Dragon of the Void have always been at odds. As the Dragon Emperor, wouldn't she want to kill Huang Tian, ​​the Heavenly Phoenix Clan Chief, on the spot? But at this moment, the anger in her heart towards the three Dragon Kings, these traitors of her own clan, had already reached its limit and was about to burst out of her chest.

The three traitors who betrayed their tribe are the real culprits in today's rebellion. No matter what, she will never let them escape!

Without further hesitation, Zi Yan focused all her killing intent and attention on the three Dragon Kings. The golden light of the Dragon Slaying Sword in her palm suddenly surged, and the dragon pattern on the sword spine hummed. Clearly, she had firmly locked onto her target. Eliminate the traitors first, then eliminate the enemy. This was her most resolute decision at this moment.

"Rebels should be slain with the Dragon-Slaying Sword!"

Zi Yan took a deep breath, her purple phoenix eyes surging with chilling intent as she locked onto the three fleeing dragon kings. Her icy voice, imbued with dragon might and phoenix power, boomed like thunder in the void. Then, she raised her hand, slowly lifting the Dragon-Slaying Sword high. The golden blade reflected a dazzling sharpness in the sunlight, and without hesitation, she swung it down at the Western Dragon King, who was lagging behind!

The moment the sword struck, a strange energy wave suddenly rippled out from the tip of the sword, tearing through the void like ripples and shooting out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The Western Dragon King felt a chill run down his spine, an instinctive sense of crisis making his scalp tingle. He roared, and his dragon scales instantly exploded, layer upon layer of dark purple-gold scales covering his head, torso, and limbs, with a thick defensive aura flowing between the scales, as if he wanted to wrap himself into an indestructible dragon scale fortress.

However, the seemingly indestructible defense shattered in the next second! The energy fluctuations of the Dragon Slayer Sword ignored the void barrier and gently sliced ​​across his body like an invisible blade.

With a sharp, tearing sound, the Western Dragon King's face turned deathly pale, and a mouthful of scalding dragon blood gushed from his mouth. He looked down in horror to see a gruesome wound running diagonally from his shoulder to his waist. His prized, hard dragon scales had been sliced ​​open as easily as tofu, the cut surface so smooth it was chilling. Beneath the shattered scales, blood gushed out like a burst dam, and his internal organs could be vaguely seen trembling deep within the wound.

With just one sword strike, the Western Dragon King was severely injured! The Dragon Slayer Sword's restraint on the Ancient Void Dragon was on full display at this moment, a truly devastating suppression.

"what--!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly echoed through the void. The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone caused his massive body to tremble violently. Waves of dizziness washed over his mind like a tidal wave, and his fleeing figure instantly faltered, swaying precariously as he plummeted downwards.

The Southern Dragon King and the Northern Dragon King, who were standing beside the Western Dragon King, witnessed this scene and felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. Their hands and feet instantly became icy cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The two swallowed hard, not daring to linger for even a moment. They twisted their dragon bodies with all their might, pushing their escape speed to the limit, without even having the courage to look back.

At that moment, there was no thought of saving anyone. Only one frantic thought remained in their minds: escape! They had to escape this hell on earth immediately!

The overwhelming pressure emanating from the Dragon-Slaying Sword had already nearly driven them to the brink of collapse. Witnessing the Western Dragon King being severely wounded by the sword and falling to his death only terrified them further, leaving them fearful that they would be the next to suffer the same fate.

On the other side, Huang Tian was also deeply shaken upon seeing this. Although he already knew that the Dragon-Slaying Sword was incredibly powerful, witnessing the power of this sword firsthand still made him tremble.

When that energy wave that tore through the void swept across the sky, he could even feel the feathers on his wings trembling slightly.

At this moment, he was secretly overjoyed. Fortunately, the attack had not landed on him. Otherwise, given the terrifying power of that wave, even if he hadn't died, he would probably have suffered a severe blow to his vital energy and a setback in his cultivation.

Zi Yan didn't linger on the dying Western Dragon King. A cold glint flashed in her purple phoenix eyes, and she instantly fixed her gaze back on the fleeing Northern and Southern Dragon Kings ahead. The Dragon-Slaying Sword trembled slightly in her palm, the dragon patterns on its spine shining brightly, clearly ready to strike.

"Where to escape!"

As the cold shout fell, Zi Yan's wrist flicked sharply, and the gleaming golden longsword was swung out once more. This time, the Supreme Dragon-Phoenix bloodline within her surged without reservation, and the purple-gold light on the sword's blade increased by several feet. An energy arc several times thicker than before tore through the void, accompanied by a deafening roar of dragons and phoenixes, and fiercely slashed towards the two fleeing dragon shadows!
The Northern Dragon King and the Southern Dragon King heard the sound of something cutting through the air growing ever closer behind them, and felt the oppressive force that threatened to crush their souls. They knew there was no way to escape. They exchanged a glance, and in each other's eyes, they saw only determination and despair.

"Let's fight!" The Southern Dragon King roared, and at the same time as the Northern Dragon King, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of scalding golden dragon blood.

The dragon blood suddenly exploded in the air, turning into a sky full of golden light, which then condensed into an ancient and heavy golden bell phantom. The bell was covered with mysterious dragon patterns, which was the defensive secret technique of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan, the Dragon Emperor Bell!
The two colossal dragons clung tightly to the bell, pouring all their remaining fighting spirit into it in an attempt to block the sharpness of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

However, the power of the Dragon Slayer Sword should not be underestimated.

"clang--!!!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal shook the void, and the brilliant golden arc of light collided violently with the Dragon Emperor Bell.

The golden bell phantom trembled violently, and the dragon patterns on its surface rapidly dimmed, becoming covered with spiderweb-like cracks in the blink of an eye.

The Northern Dragon King and the Southern Dragon King felt an immense force surge through the bell, their blood and qi churning like a raging torrent, and they coughed up blood as soon as they felt a sweet taste in their throats.

"Crack!"

After the crisp sound, the seemingly solid Dragon Emperor Bell shattered into pieces like glass, with golden shards of light scattering everywhere.

The two dragon shadows, now undefended, were instantly exposed to the arc of light. Before they could even scream, they were struck hard by the arc of light.

The Northern Dragon King had half of his dragon body sliced ​​off, his blood mixed with broken scales splashing into the void; the Southern Dragon King was grazed on the spine by the arc of light, his hard dragon armor shattered and fell off, his dragon body plummeting into the void below like a broken arrow, his fate unknown.

"You traitor, do you even deserve to wield the power of the Dragon Emperor? Before my pure Dragon Emperor bloodline, your struggles are futile."

Looking at the two wretched dragon kings of the Northwest, Zi Yan's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes filled with disdain and majesty.

Zi Yan glanced in the direction Huang Tian had fled, but the crimson-gold figure had long since vanished from the end of the void.

"You're lucky you ran fast." She parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of cold power. "Dare to interfere in the internal affairs of my Ancient Dragon Clan, I'll spare your life for now, but I'll remember this debt."

As she finished speaking, the Dragon Slayer Sword in her palm began to glow with a soft golden light. The golden blade slowly melted in the flowing light, turning into a pool of warm golden liquid that meandered down her arm and eventually seeped into her skin, returning to the depths of her blood.

Two consecutive full-force strikes undoubtedly took a huge toll on Zi Yan. Just now, in order to activate the Dragon Slayer Sword, she not only overdrawn most of her battle qi, but also drew upon the power of the Supreme Dragon Phoenix's primordial bloodline.

At this moment, the fighting spirit in his meridians was already depleted, and the burning sensation of his surging blood had not yet subsided. If he were to forcefully unleash more sword techniques, it would only deplete his own life force, resulting in more harm than good.

She gazed at the boundless void, feeling a slight resentment at Huang Tian's escape, but also knowing that pursuing him now was futile.

The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation within the clan, rather than acting rashly for the sake of short-term gains.

At this moment, the entire void was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The previous sounds of fighting and roaring had all dissipated, leaving only the faint whistling of energy turbulence cutting through the air.

No one dared to make a sound, and they even deliberately kept their breathing quiet, as if afraid of disturbing the tall purple figure in the void.

Zi Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the feeling of unease within her body. Her purple phoenix eyes returned to the void below, her gaze sharp as a blade.

Wherever she went, whether it was the loyal people of Donglong Island or the previously wavering allied forces of the three islands, they all lowered their heads and prostrated themselves in the void, kneeling before her in the most humble posture.

Countless awe-inspiring gazes converged upon her, devoid of any doubt or resistance, only a subservient submission from the depths of her soul—a reverence for the powerful, and utter submission to the supreme dragon-phoenix bloodline and the might of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. (End of Chapter)