Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 295 The Immovable King can no longer escape, and Jian Chen and Xin Liu die one after another!
the other side.

Zhao Wuji's Mighty Vajra Bear slammed furiously into the ground, exhausted under the combined attack of several cardinals.

Then, a loud "BOOM!" was heard.

Zhao Wuji's massive body crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up dust mixed with dark red blood.

The once-powerful Fudo Myoo was now covered in blood, his right arm twisted at an odd angle, and blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The next instant, the chains of ten cardinals coiled around his limbs like venomous snakes, those specially made soul-power shackles gleaming with a cold light.

"Hahaha, finally caught you!" The leading cardinal grinned maliciously, stepping on Zhao Wuji's chest. "You escaped twenty years ago, let's see where you can run to today!"

Zhao Wuji struggled to lift his head, his large, bell-like eyes bloodshot. He spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned, "The lackeys of the Spirit Hall... cough cough... I was able to fight my way out back then, and I can do it again now..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cardinal delivered another heavy punch to his face. "The past is the past, the present is the present!"

Zhao Wuji's head slammed into the ground, his vision went black for a moment, and the crisp sound of his teeth breaking could be clearly heard.

Poor Zhao Wuji, for the sake of Shrek Academy, he couldn't even break through the encirclement of ten people this time. People shouldn't add useless shackles to themselves.

But as his gaze shifted, he vaguely saw Ma Hongjun's limp body not far away.

The fat man, who always had a grin on his face, was now motionless. His chest was caved in, as if he had been crushed by a boulder, and the congealed blood at the corner of his mouth had turned dark brown.

"Fatty!" Oscar's heart-wrenching scream pierced the sky.

He knelt beside Ma Hongjun, his trembling hands desperately stuffing large sausages into the other's mouth, but the sausages would slip off the corners of his mouth as soon as they were put in...

Ma Hongjun has stopped breathing...

Oscar's tears fell in large drops onto Ma Hongjun's gradually cooling face.

When the smoke cleared, he looked around blankly, only to find that Tang San and Ning Rongrong were nowhere to be seen.

It's obvious they all have connections.

Tang San must have been taken away by his father, Tang Hao.

Ning Rongrong was also dragged away by Ning Fengzhi.

As children of the three upper sects, their sects will protect them no matter what.

The remaining Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were merely restrained because of their status as members of the Star Luo royal family...

He and Ma Hongjun were the only two orphans with no connections.

One died...

A person about to face judgment from the Spirit Hall...

"Why... what should I do..."

Oscar clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He had never felt the cruelty of this world so clearly. Without strength or background, even survival was a luxury.

Just then, a suffocating pressure suddenly enveloped the entire square.

Oscar looked up in horror and saw Yu Xiaolie standing in mid-air.

The Asura Demon Sword emitted a piercing hum in his hand, and the blood-red patterns on its blade writhed as if alive, exuding a chilling aura of slaughter.

"Dragon cub." With a low shout from Yu Xiaolie, a round, chubby pig darted out from under his black robe.

Then it soared into the air, and under the influence of the killing aura, it transformed into a giant dragon with a completely black body!
"Roar--!"

The Black Nether Dragon's pupils resembled two blood moons, and its scales were covered with eerie black patterns.

A dragon's roar shattered the clouds, resonating with the sword's cry of the Asura Demon Sword, and the world suddenly darkened like dusk.

The paving stones in the square are cracked layer by layer, with Yu Xiaolie at the center.

He activated the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, and instantly the dragon's roar and sword energy intertwined, the aura of darkness and slaughter perfectly blended, heading straight for Jian Chenxin.

At that moment, the heavens and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

All the Soul Masters felt their Martial Souls trembling; it was a fear that came from the depths of their souls.

Jian Chenxin was, after all, a senior sword cultivator who was willing to sacrifice himself for the Seven Treasures Sect. Yu Xiaolie respected him and gave him a swift and decisive sword strike.

Inside the shrine, Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes. The angel statue before him trembled slightly, and gold dust fell from its six wings.

"This is……"

Sensing the unusual activity outside, Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically, and he flashed out of the hall.

He looked towards the plaza, his eyes exploding with astonishment, "The power of a deity? The successor of the Asura God?"

Meanwhile, in front of the square, Qian Renxue stared intently at the figure in the air, the heroic figure of Yu Xiaolie holding the demon sword deeply imprinted in her mind.

The oppressive aura of the Black Nether Dragon chilled her fingertips, yet a fire burned within her heart.

She understood that she would never be able to catch up with him using conventional methods in her lifetime.

But in the next instant, a glimmer of clarity flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes: "Only by activating the divine test... only by obtaining angelic power, only by being equal in strength to him, can one be qualified to stand by his side!"

A new idea began to take shape in her mind.

High in the sky, Jian Chenxin was pierced through by a sword, his body plummeting from mid-air, completely losing the breath of life...

However, despite his severed left arm and a clean-cut hole in his chest, this once-renowned Sword Douluo, even with his eyes glazed over, still managed a final glance in the direction Ning Fengzhi had fled, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"boom!"

Jian Chenxin's corpse crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yu Xiaolie landed slowly, and the Asura Demon Sword in his hand turned into a streak of blood light and disappeared.

He looked at Yu Luomian, who was slumped on the ground. His crotch was soaked, urine mixed with blood dripping onto the floor tiles, and he was still talking incoherently.

“Xiao Lie… I am your second uncle… Please forgive me for serving the sect…”

Before he could finish speaking, a loud and domineering voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Shut up!"

Three figures appeared, stepping through the air, their elder robes fluttering in the wind.

It was none other than the three peak Douluo of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan: Yu Zhentian, Yu Zhenhai, and Yu Yuanzhen.

Their appearance immediately caused an uproar.

"My God, the Grand Elder and the former Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Sect have both arrived!"

"Yes! With all the elders coming out, something big must be happening!"

"As expected, this competition is full of undercurrents, and there are unspeakable secrets behind it all."

Amidst the murmurs, Yu Xiaolie slowly raised his hand, and a sword aura entered Yu Luomian's body.

Yu Luomian let out a pig-like scream as his meridians were severed and his soul power was drained away like a flood. In just a few seconds, the former second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Sect became a cripple, lying on the ground like a rotten mud.

"Dad!" Liu Erlong struggled to crawl over, her left shoulder wound still bleeding, her face covered in tears.

She clung tightly to Yu Luomian, looked up at Yu Xiaolie, her eyes filled with hatred, "Yu Xiaolie! I hate you! You ruined everything I had!"

As she spoke, she actually forced herself to stand up, and the Fire Dragon Martial Soul possessed her once again.

Despite having very little soul power left, she still rushed towards Yu Xiaolie without hesitation.

Yu Xiaolie frowned slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, a domineering soul force pushed Liu Erlong away heavily.

Liu Erlong crashed into the stone wall, his internal organs were violently injured, his vertebrae were shattered, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and completely lost his vital signs.

The square was deathly silent, like a graveyard.

Everyone was so shocked by the series of changes that they were speechless.

Yu Xiaolie surveyed his surroundings, his voice carrying like a sharp line to the ears of the three elders of Blue Lightning: "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has repeatedly opposed our Blue Lightning School, colluding with traitors to steal secrets..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "One month from now, wipe out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

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(End of this chapter)