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Chapter 67 Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill: Crimson Dragon Burning Heaven Break (Please continue reading... monthly tickets... recommendation tickets...)
"Roar--!!!"

Annoyed by the barrage of attacks, Long Chen locked onto a rapidly moving afterimage of holy light with his enormous dragon eyes, and suddenly opened his massive maw, "Annoying fly!"

"Get down here, you old dragon!"

"Ninth Soul Skill!"

"Crimson Dragon Burns the Heavens!" The ninth red spirit ring beneath his feet, symbolizing peak power, shone like a blood-red sun!

A crimson-gold dragon breath, over ten meters in diameter, condensed to its extreme, seemingly capable of evaporating the entire plane, unleashed its ultimate power, capable of burning away all directions, towards the area where Wang Dong'er's true form was located!

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, space twisted and collapsed violently, as if it were about to be completely burned!
This is a destructive power belonging to the Crimson Flame Holy Dragon's origin that even a level 95 soul power cannot completely conceal!

"Wang Dong, be careful!" Ji Juechen, who had been standing like a giant sword, gathering his sword momentum, finally moved!

His massive, dark gold sword aura, nearly fifty meters long, emitted a soul-shaking hum!
In his true form as a sword spirit, the unparalleled sword intent he exudes is the strongest amplification!

"Slash—!!!" A deep, yet piercing shout rang out!
The fifty-meter-long dark gold giant sword moved!

There are no fancy names for the soul skills, only the purest, most concentrated, and most extreme slashes!
The giant sword transformed into a dark gold thread that tore through the sky, carrying a terrifying sharpness capable of shattering the vacuum. With a speed beyond comprehension, it struck first and then struck the middle of the torrent of dragon breath that Long Chen had spewed out!

The objective is clear—to sever the dragon's breath!
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A sharp, tearing sound, as if cloth had been sliced ​​open by a blade, rang out!

The crimson-gold destructive dragon breath torrent, powerful enough to incinerate even a Super Douluo, was actually cleaved open by the fifty-meter-long giant sword that condensed all of Ji Juechen's sword heart, sword intent, and soul power, creating a huge gap!

The dragon's breath was forcibly diverted, and the terrifying destructive energy swept past the sides of Wang Dong'er's true form, instantly vaporizing a large area of ​​the ground behind her into a deep crater of lava!

The fifty-meter-long giant sword that Ji Juechen transformed into also suffered a frenzied backlash of destructive energy the moment it cut through the dragon's breath!

The dark golden sword energy trembled violently, its light dimmed by more than half in an instant, and fine cracks even appeared on the sword!

Clearly, this attack came at a great cost to him!

"Good boy!"

"Courageous enough!"

"That's ruthless!" Long Chen's enormous dragon eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked at the severed dragon breath and the giant sword, whose light had dimmed but still stood upright, and he roared with deafening fury!
His massive dragon body twisted violently, and his huge dragon claw, covered with the thickest dragon scales and burning with heaven-burning flames, carried a world-destroying aura. He ignored Wang Dong'er and instead slammed it down on the giant sword that Ji Juechen had transformed into!

"Then I'll let you leave the field first!"

"Don't even think about it!" Wang Dong'er's enormous butterfly wings flapped wildly in her true form, the effects of the God of Light's possession still lingering!

She instantly appeared in front of Ji Juechen's giant sword, "Sixth Soul Skill!"

The speed of "Butterfly Dance!" was pushed to its limit!
At the same time, the blood-red eighth spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly burst forth with a sun-like light!

"The eighth soul skill!"

"Holy Radiance Judgment!" A gigantic lightsaber, over thirty meters long and condensed from pure, ultimate holy light, instantly materialized above her head!
With the supreme aura of judgment and ruling, it fiercely met Long Chen's sky-covering dragon claw head-on!

Boom boom boom——!!!!

The Holy Light Judgment Sword clashed fiercely with the burning Heavenly Dragon Claw!

The blinding holy light and the crimson gold flames clashed and annihilated each other!
This collision was more violent than any of the previous ones!
The lightsaber trembled violently and finally shattered into a shower of light! The hardest dragon scales covering Long Chen's huge dragon claw were actually cleaved open by this sword, leaving a huge wound that revealed the bone!

Golden dragon blood gushed out like a waterfall!

The excruciating pain caused Long Chen to let out an angry roar, and his giant claw, which was about to strike, paused in mid-air!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Dong'er's huge butterfly wings fluttered, carrying Ji Juechen's dimmed giant sword, and quickly escaped the dragon claw's reach!
In the arena, a hundred-meter-long crimson dragon stood proudly, its claws dripping with molten gold-like blood. Its chest, neck, and body were covered with marks from the burning and slashing of holy light. Although its aura was still violent, it was clearly marked by the severity of its injuries and the weakness of its exhaustion.

The forty-meter-tall Goddess of Light butterfly guarded the fifty-meter-tall dark gold giant sword. Although the holy light was strong, it could not hide its fatigue, and the giant sword was dim and cracks were visible.

This clash, which directly unleashed the true forms of the two, temporarily separated with both sides paying a price, but the smoke and fire of battle that filled the air did not diminish in the slightest!

Courtside.

Wang Qiu'er held Ling Han steadily.

Ling Han's initial stiffness and slight shyness seemed to be replaced by focus after the fierce battle began.

His icy blue eyes were fixed on the arena, analyzing the details of each soul skill collision.

He could clearly feel Wang Qiu'er's steady heartbeat and warm body temperature on his back, and smell her unique fragrance on his nose.

This close contact stirred a strange feeling within him, different from the respect of his subordinates and the trust of his partners, carrying a hint of indescribable excitement.

He subconsciously relaxed his body and leaned more naturally into Wang Qiu'er's arms, as if he had found an absolutely safe haven.

Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes were equally focused, but her arm holding Ling Han remained steady and strong.

She could feel the relaxation in the person in her arms, which caused a gentle warmth to flash deep in her golden eyes that she herself did not even notice.

She lowered her head slightly, and her clear voice rang in Ling Han's ears, with analysis: "Ji Juechen's Martial Soul True Body is extremely powerful, but it has consumed too much energy and his own defense is weak. If Uncle Long hadn't held back, he would have been crippled even if he had taken the Crimson Dragon Burning Heaven Break head-on."

"Wang Dong'er's 'Holy Radiance Judgment' was perfectly timed, breaking through Long Chen's fire rain suppression, but it also consumed a lot of her own soul power, leaving her powerless in the long run."

Ling Han nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the sword wound on Long Chen's chest: "Long Chen's Crimson Flame Holy Dragon has extremely strong defense, but the Gengjin sharpness of the Sky-Splitting Saber-toothed Tiger is specifically designed to break through defenses. With the addition of a 100,000-year-old soul skill and Ji Juechen's pure sword heart, it was only then that it was able to damage his core."

"Dong'er's control over light is still somewhat weak given the absolute difference in power." His comment was calm and precise.

A slight chill emanated from Xue Qinglan's body.

Qi Xue held the Moonflower Sword, her fingers unconsciously stroking the scabbard.

Ning Rongrong stared with her mouth agape, her eyes filled with admiration.

Niu Gao and Yang Wudi were both shocked and excited, with Niu Gao even letting out a low roar.

"Good! Well played!"

"That kid Juechen has guts!"

"Dong'er, you cooperated wonderfully!"

(End of this chapter)