Though only the Primordial Golden Dragon Form, the wild energy erupted as if it had suddenly burst forth, fully unleashed.
The powers of the Primordial Hell Dragon and Primordial Nature Dragon merged entirely into this massive body.
“What is that!” Everyone was stunned.
This included the three Yin-Yang Realm masters fighting and Si Kong Xuan chasing Ling Xiao.
In the sky, a golden divine dragon, dozens of metres long, coiled and soared.
Before its massive jaws, a five-coloured divine sword aimed at Sun Shang.
Ling Xiao himself was somewhat surprised.
He had thought that entering the Primordial Golden Dragon Form would prevent him from using this sword technique.
Now, it seemed he was mistaken.
The five-coloured divine sword merged with the Dragon’s Roar, capable of attacking simultaneously.
At that moment, Sun Shang was utterly dumbfounded.
The terrifying energy infused in the five-coloured sword far exceeded his expectations.
“Sun Shang, die!” A thunderous roar came from the golden dragon’s mouth.
Sun Shang’s face showed sheer terror.
Even a Yin-Yang Realm martial artist wouldn’t dare take such an attack undefended.
He, a mere Transcendent Realm martial artist, stood no chance.
His earlier defence was utterly useless.
This time, it was as if he stood there letting Ling Xiao strike.
The Dragon’s Roar, carrying the Divine Punishment Sword, crashed down with overwhelming force, truly like divine punishment from the heavens.
“Golden Dragon’s Wrath!”
Before the attack landed, the ground cracked.
The terrifying impact distorted Sun Shang’s face.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to dodge or defend.
He simply had no time.
Under countless shocked gazes, the fearsome dragon’s breath, wrapped with the five-coloured sword, pierced Sun Shang’s body.
In that instant, all sound seemed to vanish.
Silence!
A terrifying silence!
Boom!
After the silence, an explosion finally rang out. Sun Shang fell to his knees, barely clinging to life.
From the Heavenly King Sect, Ji Ming Kong, who had just regained consciousness, saw this and fainted again.
She was furious!
How could Ling Xiao be so strong?
He had hidden such terrifying power during their fight!
This attack was too much for Sun Shang, a top Transcendent Realm martial artist, let alone her.
Sun Shang, at least, survived. If it were her, she’d be dead, perhaps not even a trace left.
“What a terrifying guy!” Qin Bi Xue licked his dry lips, his proud head lowered.
He had once thought he could match Ling Xiao, but against such an attack, he was insignificant.
He felt frustrated but helpless.
“Ling Xiao, the chosen one, truly deserves it. But what’s with this transformation? Did he gain another martial soul?” Many couldn’t understand.
Ling Xiao had the Primordial Hell Dragon and Primordial Nature Dragon martial souls, so why did he transform into a golden divine dragon?
Hadn’t the Golden Dragon King vanished?
Finally, the terrifying roar ceased.
The ground was riddled with cracks.
This wasn’t a combat platform but real earth, split by the attack’s pressure.
As the light faded, Sun Shang appeared, kneeling, the once lofty figure now like a dead dog, charred black, with a gaping hole from chest to abdomen, his organs seemingly destroyed.
Even Ling Xiao found this strike unbelievable.
By logic, even in Primordial Golden Dragon Form, he shouldn’t have caused such damage.
But he knew why.
Upon entering this form, one cauldron’s worth of the Human King’s aura in his body vanished, meaning the Human King had aided him.
Being the chosen one had its perks.
He could borrow part of the Human King’s power through the Nine Cauldrons; this used one, leaving eight.
But injuring Sun Shang so gravely made it worthwhile.
“Little one, show mercy!” Just as Ling Xiao prepared another strike to finish Sun Shang, a referee stepped in.
“I owe Miracle Hand Heavenly Venerable a favour. I can’t let you kill him.”
This man was a Transcendent Realm martial artist.
Ling Xiao hesitated briefly, reverted to human form, and rushed to the butterfly woman.
He needed to check on her.
Provoking a Transcendent Realm referee who clearly didn’t want to fight was unwise.
“Kill! Kill him!” Sun Shang, barely alive, clutched the referee, shouting weakly.
As an alchemist, he likely anticipated such a day, so his body was uniquely structured.
The searing pain made him wish for death.
Before nearly all the Twelve Sects’ leaders and genius disciples, he, almost killed by a fifteen-year-old, needed rescue. It was utterly humiliating.
“Brother Sun, focus on healing, or you’ll really die,” the referee said, clearly uninterested in acting.
Saving Sun Shang’s life repaid his debt. Why would he trouble Ling Xiao?
Angering Yue Nv was no joke.
Nor was the butterfly woman easy to handle.
Ling Xiao had no time for this now; he was checking the butterfly woman’s condition.
“Little girl, are you okay?” From the day he got her, he treated her like family, perhaps a natural response from someone who lost his kin young.
Today, she saved his life and helped immensely. If she died, he’d go mad.
“Don’t! Don’t cry!” The butterfly woman’s body trembled, Sun Shang’s poison clearly taking a terrifying toll, her body rapidly deteriorating.
She touched the tears at Ling Xiao’s eyes, still smiling.
“I’m not crying, I’m not crying, but you can’t die!” Ling Xiao hadn’t cried so emotionally in ages; now, he seemed like a real child.
“Alas, this kid, though I don’t know how he nearly killed Sun Shang, is truly formidable,” the Spirit Medicine Villa Master sighed.
“Indeed, where does he get all these treasures? First the Primordial Hell Dragon martial soul, then a top Transcendent Realm pet, and now a golden divine dragon transformation. I’m starting to suspect a massive organisation backs him,” the Blood Blade Sect Master muttered.
