Chapter 1904: Chapter 1903 (Raw 2004): A Fierce Battle

The moment the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon appeared, Murong Yan’s group immediately lost its advantage.

This demonic dragon’s Dragon Might was extraordinarily terrifying. Who knew how many experts’ dragon souls it had absorbed to achieve such an effect?

The strangest thing of all was still the scarlet horn on the demonic dragon’s head. It looked as fresh as blood, extremely out of place on its black body. Just one look at it inspired discomfort.

“Hahaha! You are all Holy Venerates, all with Grade 5 Divine Dragon bloodlines! The fresh blood and souls of the three of you will complete my Blood Prison Demonic Dragon, and I can leave this godforsaken place.”

Demonic Venerate Mu Yun laughed wildly. He occasionally made moves to harass Murong Yan’s group, aggravating the three’s situation.

Just the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon already flustered the three, giving them a headache.

“Blood Prison Demonic Dragon? This person is from one of the ten great Demonic Dao sects, the Blood Prison Demonic Palace. He is not a loose cultivator!” When Situ Changfeng saw that demonic dragon, a trace of worry appeared on his face. This development was somewhat problematic.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“This is a good opportunity. This is the best chance to kill this Demonic Venerate Mu Yun.”

The eyes of Yun Tianhe and Qiu Xiuying lit up. They could clearly see that the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon was Demonic Venerate Mu Yun’s greatest trump card.

The strength of that Demonic Dragon already far surpassed Demonic Venerate Mu Yun’s. Controlling it would definitely take a lot of effort.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The two did not hesitate, decisively attacking as they charged at Demonic Venerate Mu Yun.

Situ Changfeng frowned slightly. He wanted to stop the two but did not say anything in the end. He only looked at Xiao Chen and said, “Brother Xiao, I believe this Demonic Venerate Mu Yun still has some trump cards. Later, if Brother Yun and Miss Qiu run into trouble, please save them.”

Xiao Chen could not help thinking badly of the two. They clearly advanced prematurely out of greed. They underestimated Demonic Venerate Mu Yun. If there was any danger, they could not begrudge anyone. He had no obligation to help the two at all.

However, since Situ Changfeng asked, Xiao Chen nodded and said, “As long as I can guarantee my safety, I will do my best.”

“That is enough.”

Situ Changfeng smiled faintly and soared into the air. Wind and clouds gathered around him. In that instant, the previously gentle-looking Situ Changfeng seemed to have transformed into a completely different person.

Looking down from the heavens, radiating pride in all directions. Wind and clouds gathered; only I reign supreme!

Situ Changfeng roared and stretched out his hand towards the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon’s neck and clutched it.

Dragon’s Gate Secret Technique, Dragon Seizing Hand!

In the air, Situ Changfeng looked incomparably insignificant next to the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon. However, the instant he attacked, his aura soared infinitely. My body may be small, but the world can become my body.

The skies as my will, the clouds as my body, and the wind as my wings.

Situ Changfeng’s attack was imposing and boundless. He struck the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon as it rose high in the air.

Standing on the dragon’s back, he held on to the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon and firmly pressed it back to the ground.

Murong Yan’s group quickly retreated, finally gaining a chance to catch a breather.

“Wind God Silver Wing Palm!”

Suddenly, a pair of silver dragon wings appeared on Yun Tianhe’s back. The dragon wings flapped ferociously, and the silver Great Dao disk behind him immediately expanded, covering up the sky behind him.

Yun Tianhe threw a palm strike, and thousands upon thousands of silver palm imprints containing a berserk wind’s rage flew towards Demonic Venerate Mu Yun.

Sword light like leaves, fallen leaves like ice. Icy Fallen Leaves Sword!

Qiu Xiuying showed no expression on her face as she swept her sword out. The sword intent filling the air froze into ice. Then, the ice turned into falling leaves drifting down in the sky.

A cold light as resplendent as a star appeared on Qiu Xiuying’s sword tip as she thrust her sword at Demonic Venerate Mu Yun’s heart.

The two’s auras flourished. They were decisive in attacking, preparing to deal with this Demonic Venerate Mu Yun with one blow.

“Do you think that I have not discovered you?! The Dragon’s Gate’s outer palaces are indeed filled with fools. Hahaha! Since you are here already, then don’t leave. Blood-Like Great Sun!”

When facing the two’s coordinated attacks, Demonic Venerate Mu Yun seemed well prepared as he laughed wildly.

Demonic Venerate Mu Yun’s skin suddenly ripped apart. He showed a sinister expression as blood seeped out from all the cracks.

The blood on his body flew out drop by drop. Then, it gathered into a huge ball of blood surrounding him.

The light coming from the blood ball became increasingly resplendent and blazing, dazzling and piercing. The terrifying Demonic Might actually contained an aura that Yun Tianhe and Qiu Xiuying were familiar with.

This was the aura of their race, dragon blood.

“Boom!” The ball of blood exploded like it was a great sun. Be it the thousands of palm imprints or the icy sword Qi filling the air, it blasted all of them into bits.

By the time Yun Tianhe and Qiu Xiuying sensed that something was wrong, it was already too late. The scarlet light knocked them back, severely injuring them.

After the scarlet light faded away, Demonic Venerate Mu Yun laughed sinisterly, “You are too inexperienced to fight me. All of you will have to remain behind. I will drain your blood and ravage your souls, make you suffer such pain that you will wish for death. Hahaha!”

Demonic Venerate Mu Yun shook the ghost pennant in his hand, and small demonic dragons wormed out of it. While the small demonic dragons’ auras were much weaker than the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon’s, there were many of them.

A baleful wind blew behind Demonic Venerate Mu Yun, producing ghostly shrieks. Thousands of miniature demonic dragons flew out and hemmed in Yun Tianhe and Qiu Xiuying.

In an instant, the two severely injured Dragon Race cultivators no longer had any breathing space, both of them surrounded and unable to deal with the attacks.

“Damn it!”

Yun Tianhe’s face twisted in extreme rage. The dragon wings on his back flapped ferociously, but he could not open an egress.

On the other side, Qiu Xiuying’s situation was not much better.

When Situ Changfeng, who was gripping the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon, saw this scene, he felt greatly startled. After watching for a while, he shouted, “Miss Qiu, Brother Yun, work together. With the two of you working together, using sword intent to create a path and the strong wind to keep the enemies at bay, you will definitely be able to get free.”

This advice startled Yun Tianhe and Qiu Xiuying, who were fighting alone, to their senses. They realized that it was true, so they quickly struggled towards each other.

“Just take care of yourself, you fool!”

Demonic Venerate Mu Yun became enraged. While Situ Changfeng was distracted, the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon roared furiously and shook free of its restraints. It reared its head up, flinging Situ Changfeng off.

“Roar!”

The scarlet horn on the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon’s head stabbed at Situ Changfeng, who was tumbling in the air, at lightning speed.

“Linked Cloud Steps!”

In the time it took for a spark to fly, flower-like clouds suddenly appeared under Situ Changfeng’s feet, giving him purchase in the air. As he moved about, he continuously attacked. The many palm winds sounded like thunder, shaking the surroundings as they pushed the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon back.

“Dragon’s Gate Secret Technique, Heaven Burning Rage!” Suddenly, a roar came from below. Murong Yan resumed attacking after some rest.

He thrust his palm out, and the sky instantly started burning. Blazing flames spread out for five hundred kilometers, looking like they would burn up the sky.

“Pa!”

The flames turned into a gigantic palm and smashed the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon to the ground from the sky. Situ Changfeng used this opportunity to land.

“Brother Murong, many thanks for saving me.”

After Situ Changfeng landed, he felt that he was very lucky. Others might not realize the earlier danger. If the demonic dragon’s scarlet horn had pierced him, he would have ended up in a hallucinatory state, unable to rely on his soul. Even the gods could not save him then.

Murong Yan remained expressionless as he looked at the burning Blood Prison Demonic Dragon that the gigantic burning palm smashed to the ground. Then, he frowned slightly.

To think that it is only lightly injured. This demonic dragon is not a physical body. Dragon flames will deal very limited damage.

“This won’t do. We need to instantly kill this Blood Prison Demonic Dragon. Situ Changfeng, if the four of us activate our Great Desolate Eon bloodlines and suppress it with our Holy Venerate Wills, we can instantly kill this Blood Prison Demonic Dragon. After that, we can easily kill that Demonic Venerate Mu Yun,” Murong Yan said, determination blazing in his eyes.

“No. We should plan ahead. It is better to think about how to leave. We do not hold any advantages here. Since Demonic Venerate Mu Yun dared to come, he definitely has backup plans for dealing with the Great Desolate Eon bloodlines.”

Situ Changfeng analyzed calmly, “Once we gamble everything on this, there will be no retreat. We should take advantage of the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon’s injured state to rescue Brother Yun and Miss Qiu, then leave first before making further plans. We are merely at a disadvantage; he is not undefeatable. We just know too little about Demonic Venerate Mu Yun. We will be prepared the next time and will be able to take him down easily.”

“Humph!” Murong Yan snorted coldly. “How can the Blue Dragon Palace have a cowardly person like you? It is just dying. My Red Dragon Palace’s people are not afraid of death. Charge!”

“Yes, Senior Brother!”

“Boom!”

Terrifying Dragon Might suddenly erupted from the three Red Dragon Palace core disciples. The overlord-class bloodline from the ancient Great Desolate Eon reappeared.

A red light comparable to that of the blazing sun burst out of the three’s bodies. Their eyes shone with a golden light.

“Damned demonic dragon, suffer the rage of the Red Dragon Race!” Murong Yan roared furiously, and his forehead swelled. With the support of his Great Desolate Eon bloodline, his terrifying Holy Venerate Will seemed solid as it pressed down on the demonic dragon.

The three surging and overwhelming wills of soul carried a vast Dragon Might, instantly encasing the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon and smashing it down.

A fiery light spread out, and the surrounding five thousand kilometers sank. As for the area beyond the five thousand kilometers, the yellow sand became like sea waves, reaching a height of three kilometers as they surged over to this place.

Countless fireballs floated in the sky, swaying.

“Senior Brother, that Blood Prison Demonic Dragon’s Dragon Might vanished!”

The other two Red Dragon Palace core disciples rejoiced, believing that the extremely detestable Demonic Dao dragon had disappeared.

“Good. Press on with our advantage and finish off this Demonic Venerate before our Great Desolate Eon Dragon Might disappears. Take revenge for our Red Dragon Palace brothers!” Murong Yan shouted and quickly led the other two in a charge at Demonic Venerate Mu Yun.

“Stupid, lowly dragons.”

A corner of Demonic Venerate Mu Yun’s lips twisted in a mocking sneer. Then, he took out an evil talisman made of dragon blood and shot it out.

When the dragon blood talisman landed on the drained Blood Prison Demonic Dragon, it immediately burned with a bright, scarlet light, turning into a sea of blood.

Malicious spirits appeared in droves in the sea, making it look like hell.

“Roar!”

Waves surged into the sky, and the Blood Prison Demonic Dragon was reborn in blood. Not only were its injuries healed, but it returned to its peak and grew even stronger.

“How can this be?!”

Murong Yan’s three felt greatly startled. Despair appeared in their golden eyes.

“Hahaha! I’ve already said that none of you will be leaving today. You three worms, obediently lie down and die!”

Amid Demonic Venerate Mu Yun’s sinister laughter, the reborn Blood Prison Demonic Dragon gave off an even stronger Dragon Might and spewed out a clump of filthy, corrosive flames from its mouth. It looked like it would soon swallow up the three stunned Red Dragon cultivators.

“Sky, please protect my kinsmen!”

Golden light came out of Situ Changfeng’s eyes as he instantly activated his Great Desolate Eon bloodline. Wind and clouds gathered behind him as he held out his hands with the palms facing the sky.

Situ Changfeng’s Veritable Essence Energy and Soul Energy drained continuously. A blue light blazed up in the hollow of his palms. A strand of an Ancestor Dragon’s Dragon Might traveled through time and space, answering the call of a junior from a distance and falling from the sky.

Three invisible hands instantly dragged Murong Yan’s group into the sky, several dozen kilometers up, helping the three avoid the lethal corrosive flames and leave the battlefield.

“Damn it! Three escaped. However, your bloodline alone is sufficient to make up for those three.” Demonic Venerate Mu Yun spotted the incredibly weakened Situ Changfeng when he saw the Secret Technique’s execution complete.

Just as Demonic Venerate Mu Yun was about to make a move, his expression flickered. He had picked up a faint killing Qi. He turned his head and looked in Xiao Chen’s direction. “Insignificant mixed-blood dragon, even though I did not go and look for you, you actually dare to come and cause trouble? Where are you?”

Demonic Venerate Mu Yun suddenly discovered that Xiao Chen, whom he could still sense earlier, had suddenly vanished. He could not help showing shock in his eyes.

“Die! Firmament’s Rage!”

Xiao Chen had turned into lightning and entered the clouds. When he descended from the sky, he executed Firmament’s Rage.

There was a colossal burning palm. The fingers were like sabers, and the palm was filled with boundless saber intent. When the palm landed, it completely encased Demonic Venerate Mu Yun.

“Firmament’s Rage! A Firmament’s Rage that is cultivated to the second stage!”

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the fatigued Situ Changfeng. “I did not misjudge you indeed, Brother Xiao Chen.”