Chapter 81 The True Dragon Transforms into an Arrow, Slaying the Divine Bird from Ten Thousand Miles Away!
Immediately afterwards, under the horrified gazes of Zhu Zhuqing and the Douluo people, A phantom of an ancient dragon, tens of thousands of feet long and formed entirely from pure runic power, roared and broke through the void!
Although it was not a physical entity, it was more terrifying than any physical entity. It hovered and roared in the air, rushing straight towards the fleeing Vermilion Bird!
The next second, with a loud clang, the ancient dragon suddenly contracted and lengthened under everyone's watchful eyes.
Finally, it transformed into an arrow that was a hundred feet long, with the phantom of a true dragon wrapped around its entire body and the tip of the arrow flashing with divine light!
"My God! Is that the True Dragon Treasure Technique?!"
"Who would have thought to incorporate such a precious technique into the art of archery!"
"This is truly terrifying! I wonder if the Vermilion Bird can withstand this arrow!"
Just as everyone's scalp tingled, there was a whoosh, and the arrow with the phantom of a real dragon swirling around it moved!
It has no trajectory because it is too fast, so fast that it even transcends the constraints of time!
As soon as it was launched, it had already traversed the vast distance of 100,000 miles and appeared directly behind the Vermilion Bird!
"Chirp!!!"
Sensing the threat of death, the terrifying Vermilion Bird immediately let out a cry, its divine fire burning to its limit, attempting to use a life-saving secret technique to escape.
But there wasn't nearly enough time for it; a soft "whoosh" sounded high in the sky.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, countless living beings within a radius of millions of miles witnessed this astonishing arrow piercing directly into the back of the Vermilion Bird, and then emerging from its chest with a spray of golden divine blood!
"boom!!!"
The next second, the dragon runes attached to the arrow instantly erupted!
As for the Vermilion Bird descendant, whose body was as large as a mountain and whose strength was comparable to that of a supreme being, it didn't even have a second to struggle before being completely blown apart in the sky!
Suddenly, the strange phenomenon of heavenly weeping reappeared!
A rain of blood from divine birds, mixed with golden feathers and broken bones, fell from the sky, burning the mountains and rivers below to ashes!
One arrow!
Another arrow!
The true dragon transformed into an arrow, slaying the divine bird from ten thousand miles away!
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Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent.
After the True Dragon Divine Arrow pierced the Vermilion Bird in mid-air, the entire Papal Palace fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared in disbelief at the astonishing scene, unable to recover for a long time.
Bibi Dong, as the Pope, slumped onto the papal throne.
The papal robe, a symbol of supreme honor, was now soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to her back.
Even the scepter in her hand clattered to the ground and rolled to the center of the hall, but no one picked it up.
Not only her, but also the ghosts below, Yue Guan, and even the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, who had been hiding in the shadows, and many other top combatants of the Spirit Hall, were like a group of soulless puppets, staring blankly at the sky.
In his pupils, there was nothing but the reflection of the Vermilion Bird nailed to the sky and the blood rain that continued to fall.
"Gurgle."
"Is that the arrow from that world?"
"Even more terrifying than the arrow that killed the Titan Ape before!"
After a long while, Qian Daoliu swallowed hard and spoke in a trembling voice.
Not to mention his proud level 99 peerless Douluo cultivation, even if the Angel God himself were to appear, he would probably be blasted into dust by the aftershock of this arrow!
They wouldn't even have the chance to see the trajectory of that arrow, let alone block it.
"This is terrifying. Is this the true nature of that world?"
At this moment, Ju Douluo Yue Guan also turned pale, all her usual alluring charm gone, leaving only fear and despair on her face.
Then, pointing to the enormous warships and divine beasts still flying across the sky, he said in a trembling voice:
Did you see that?
"The emperor of the Ziwei Dynasty actually travels in a carriage pulled by nine dragons!"
"Those are dragons! Each one exudes an aura tens of thousands of times stronger than that Azure Bull Python!"
"But these terrifying dragons are actually pulling his palace? And there are nine of them! My God!"
"And what about that prince? He became a Celestial God Realm expert just by picking up trash three times?"
"The Celestial Realm..."
"Although we don't know exactly which level it corresponds to in our lives, just from the name we know that it is a true god!"
"It's probably several times more powerful than our gods."
"We've toiled for decades, fighting tooth and nail for the title of Title Douluo, and yet someone else becomes a god just by picking up trash?"
At this point, Yue Guan sighed and shook his head, looking dejected.
Moreover, this huge sense of disparity also made all the titled Douluo present feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
At that moment, they were like a group of frogs fighting over carrion at the bottom of a well, who suddenly saw a Kunpeng soaring in the sky.
Suddenly I felt the vastness of the world and the insignificance of myself!
Upon hearing Yue Guan's words, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tremor in her heart, and said:
"Especially that emperor."
"Just a casual glance almost caused Zhu Zhuqing, who was already at the Great Perfection of the Blood Transformation Realm, to die on the spot!"
"If it weren't for that old nanny's intervention, Zhu Zhuqing would very likely be dead by now!"
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong felt a chill run down her spine.
She proclaims herself the Chosen One of the Rakshasa Gods, possessing twin martial souls, and is a genius that appears only once every hundred years in the Douluo Continent.
But if she were placed in Zhu Zhuqing's position, could she survive a single glance from that emperor?
It's obvious that her ending will be far more tragic than Zhu Zhuqing's; she'll probably be reduced to ashes on the spot, leaving not even a trace...
"It seems we have indeed been living in a well and looking at the sky for far too long."
After saying that, Bibi Dong closed her eyes wearily and muttered to herself.
"However, this might also be an opportunity!"
As she spoke, Bibi Dong opened her eyes again and said:
"The stronger that world is, the more terrifying the Primordial Celestial Court becomes."
"And this also means that as long as Xue'er enters the Celestial Court and establishes this connection, the future of my entire Spirit Hall will be limitless!"
"Pass down the order!"
After speaking, Bibi Dong waved her hand, mobilized her soul power to pick up the scepter from the ground, and held it tightly in her hand, saying:
"Keep a close eye on Zhu Zhuqing's movements!"
"Also, write down all the lessons learned for me, in case Xue'er needs them in the future."
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On the other side, at Shrek Academy, on the playground.
The place, which was originally filled with laughter and joy, was now eerily quiet.
Teachers Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming, along with students Oscar and Ning Rongrong, all looked like a group of eggplants that had been hit by frost, their faces ashen and their legs weak as they watched the scene flash by in the sky.
"Is...is that a phoenix?"
Oscar was holding a limp sausage in his hand, staring blankly at the Vermilion Bird exploding into a rain of blood in the sky, his whole body trembling violently.
"My goodness, even that mythical beast was shot down like a pheasant? How terrifying must the person who shot that arrow be?"
"Could he be a true immortal?"
At that moment, as Oscar stared at the arrow, he felt his teeth chattering.
Then, he stiffly turned his head, his face pale, to look at Zhao Wuji beside him, who was also trembling like a leaf:
"Teacher Zhao, we were thinking that if Boss Dai and Zhu Qing came back, we could benefit from their return."
"But now it seems this isn't about benefiting from something, it's about getting blood on your hands!"
"That so-called Supreme One just roared, and the shockwave killed a huge number of people from millions of miles away!"
"And what about 'Heavenly Cry'? That's terrifying! Blood rains down from the sky when someone dies?!"
"In this environment, let alone treasure hunting, can Zhu Qing really survive?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji was also covered in sweat.
His once-proud muscles were trembling, covered in goosebumps.
Not to mention that the Supreme Being's roar could shake a million miles away.
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