The other dragons also roared as they dove down.
Fire dragons spewed flames that incinerated everything in their path, reducing large groups of enemies to ashes.
Thunder dragons summoned thunderbolts thousands of feet long, pouring down like a thunder pool, charring enemies inside and out.
Wind dragons whipped up spatial storms that tore everything apart. Water dragons condensed profound ice that froze souls.
This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided, crushing massacre!
Under the suppression of that vast dragon might, the Heavenly Evil Sect cultivators could not even exert seventy percent of their usual strength. Their spells and treasures appeared so pale and powerless before the dragons’ robust bodies and innate divine abilities.
Screams, pleas for mercy, and the sounds of bodies being torn apart rose and fell. In an instant, the area before the Yama Heaven Sect’s mountain gate transformed into a hellish slaughterhouse!
The Ghost Bone Daoist watched with eyes nearly splitting in rage, but he himself was targeted by several powerful dragons, trapped in bitter combat, struggling desperately with dangers at every turn.
Chen Ping did not participate in the slaughter below. He simply watched quietly, his expression indifferent.
He raised his hand and summoned the Demon-Suppressing Tower, which hovered above his palm, emitting a hazy glow that absorbed all the soul fragments attempting to escape, suppressing them within the tower.
In mere moments, the several hundred Heavenly Evil Sect cultivators who had previously been so aggressive and arrogant were completely annihilated, except for the Ghost Bone Daoist, who had been deliberately spared. Covered in blood and pinned to the ground by dragon might, he knelt in submission.
Severed limbs and broken arms covered the earth. Blood converged into streams. The thick stench of blood soared into the sky.
The disciples of Yama Heaven Sect watched this scene, their hearts filled with shock, the satisfaction of revenge, and an even deeper awe towards Chen Ping and the dragon clan army under his command.
Chen Ping walked step by step towards the Ghost Bone Daoist, who had collapsed on the ground, his face ashen.
“No… do not kill me… Senior Chen… spare my life…” The Ghost Bone Daoist had completely lost his earlier arrogance, begging for mercy with tears and snot streaming down his face.
“Where is the Heavenly Evil Sect’s headquarters?” Chen Ping’s voice held no emotional fluctuation.
The Ghost Bone Daoist trembled all over, seemingly realising Chen Ping’s intent. His eyes widened in horror. “You… you want to…”
“Answer my question.” Chen Ping’s gaze made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice pit.
Under the threat of death, the Ghost Bone Daoist dared not conceal anything. Trembling, he revealed the exact location of the Heavenly Evil Sect’s main altar and the general defensive arrangements of the sect.
“Very good.”
Chen Ping nodded, then signalled to Old Black.
Old Black understood. With a ferocious grin, he struck down with a claw, directly shattering the Ghost Bone Daoist’s dantian and crippling his cultivation, but sparing his life.
“Leaving you a dog’s life. Go back and tell that Evil Bone Elder, and the cowering Soul-Devouring Heavenly Venerable hiding behind him…”
Chen Ping’s voice seemed to come from the nine netherworlds, carrying icy killing intent. “Wash your necks clean and wait. I, Chen Ping, am coming right now to take your heads.”
With that, he no longer glanced at the Ghost Bone Daoist, who lay like a pile of mud. Turning to Guan Jun, he said, “Miss Guan, the sect is left to you for aftermath. Comfort the wounded and dead, and strengthen defences.”
Guan Jun bowed excitedly. “Rest assured, Mr Chen! Your subordinate will do everything in her power!”
Chen Ping then looked at Cen Biqing. “Xiao Qing, lead a portion of the dragons skilled in healing and defence to stay behind and assist Yama Heaven Sect in setting up defences, in case other lowly scoundrels take advantage of the opportunity.”
Cen Biqing nodded solemnly. “Understood. Mr Chen, take care in all things.”
Chen Ping’s gaze swept over the high-spirited dragon clan army, finally settling on Old Black and the other battle-hungry ones. He declared loudly, “The rest of the dragons, follow me!”
“Target, Heavenly Evil Sect!”
“Roar!”
Dragon roars rose again, shaking the nine heavens!
Chen Ping’s figure turned into a streak of light, soaring into the sky.
Old Black and hundreds of ferocious dragons followed closely behind, like a steel torrent spanning heaven and earth, carrying an overwhelming momentum that crushed everything, heading towards the direction indicated by the Ghost Bone Daoist, tearing through the air!
That towering murderous aura and dragon might swept across the vast sky. Wherever it passed, clouds shattered, and all spirits hid in silence!
