Chapter 37 Yu Xiaogang Kneels! Endless Humiliation! A Thousand Paths of Cypress Sword Qi Slay the Dragon!
Xiao Wu's smile froze.
She watched helplessly as the golden holy dragon, on which she had placed all her hopes, became as fragile as a sheet of paper before the long river of golden sword energy.
There was no resistance.
There was no stalemate.
It didn't even utter a single cry of pain.
The enormous dragon body was easily pierced from head to tail by that unparalleled sword energy.
It shattered, disintegrated, and turned into countless golden specks of light flying in the sky, completely swallowed up by the torrent of sword energy, leaving not even a trace.
"..."
Xiao Wu stared at the spot where the golden holy dragon had disappeared, her pupils shrinking to the tip of a pin.
Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment.
She could clearly feel her heartbeat pause for a moment.
Her pretty face, which had been slightly flushed with excitement, lost all color, leaving only a pale white.
"No..."
Her lips trembled, uttering a single, incoherent syllable.
"impossible..."
"That's impossible!"
"Thump."
Her back slammed heavily against the cold wall, barely stopping her backward movement, but her body slid slowly down the wall.
That face, which was originally brimming with joy and hope, now only showed one emotion.
fear.
All my hopes, all my life, all my future... were completely cut off.
Xiao Wu's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
"Did you see that?"
A clear and melodious voice rang out in the quiet room.
Qian Renxue slowly walked up to her.
"This is the power of my master."
These words were meant for Xiao Wu, but also for herself.
Outside the window, the sky, which had been as bright as day because of the sword energy, was slowly losing its light and being swallowed up by the night again.
In the courtyard, the three members of the Golden Iron Triangle all looked increasingly grim.
Flander's hawk-like eyes were filled with horror. His speed and strength, which he was so proud of, seemed like a joke in the face of that sword energy.
Liu Erlong's rage and fury were extinguished by a bone-chilling cold. She could sense that the opponent's finger strike had not been delivered with full force.
"I don't believe it!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice broke the deathly silence.
He stared intently at Qian Daobai, his eyes bloodshot, filled with both fear and an inability to accept madness.
"The Martial Soul Fusion Technique is invincible! The power of the Golden Sacred Dragon cannot be so easily defeated!"
"Again!"
He practically yelled it out.
There is no turning back now.
The three of them unleashed their soul power once again without reservation, and an even more violent golden light shot into the sky, attempting to once again condense that majestic holy dragon above this courtyard.
However, this time, Qian Daobai didn't even bother to extend a finger.
He simply watched them quietly, his eyes as calm as a pool of ice that had never melted.
"Stubborn and obstinate".
He uttered four words calmly.
The moment he finished speaking, he loosely clenched his right hand.
"Zheng—"
A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the sky.
An ancient-looking longsword appeared in his hand.
The sword is long and narrow, with a strange, dark black color throughout. It has no fancy patterns on it, yet it seems to be able to devour all light.
It is the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The moment the sword was drawn, an invisible sharpness spread out, and the temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop several degrees.
The sharp sword intent even made the distant grass and trees tremble, and fine cracks appeared on the edges of their leaves.
Above the sky, the golden holy dragon that had just condensed into a blurry dragon shape began to flicker violently in the face of this sword intent, as if it would dissipate at any moment.
Yu Xiaogang and the other two were struck dumb, and the process of condensing their soul power suddenly stopped.
"Too slow."
Qian Daobai's voice drifted over lightly.
The next moment, he moved.
No, perhaps no one even saw how he moved.
Just a moment ago, he was still standing in the same spot.
In the next instant, a dark black sword light took his place, like a black lightning bolt, tearing straight through the night sky.
Yu Xiaogang and the other two felt a sudden darkness before their eyes as a terrifying sword aura that made their souls tremble rushed towards them.
"Pfft!"
A soft sound.
The golden holy dragon they had painstakingly and carefully condensed was cleanly and decisively cleaved in two from head to tail by that dark black sword light before it could even utter a roar.
The enormous golden dragon body, like a punctured balloon, instantly burst into countless points of light, vanishing without a trace.
More thorough and decisive than last time.
The sword light, after annihilating the Golden Sacred Dragon, still possessed great momentum and arrived in front of Yu Xiaogang in an instant.
The cold blade stopped in front of his Adam's apple.
The chilling air instantly raised goosebumps on his neck.
Yu Xiaogang's movements, even his breathing, completely stopped at this moment.
He could even clearly see his own face, filled with terror and blankness, reflected on the jet-black blade.
Time seemed to stand still.
Qian Daobai's figure had returned to its original spot at some point, as if it had never left.
With a flick of his wrist, the Demon-Slaying Sword emitted a soft hum as he retracted it.
Just as the sword retracted, an invisible sword aura swept past.
"Whoosh."
A strand of hair quietly fell from the foreheads of Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.
This precise control was even more chilling than that earth-shattering sword strike just now.
Qian Daobai didn't even bother to look at them again. That immense spiritual pressure, as vast as mountains and seas, descended once more!
This time, it is heavier and more irresistible than before.
"Thump!"
A muffled thud.
Yu Xiaogang's knees could no longer support him, and he slammed heavily onto the hard bluestone slab.
The kneecap struck the stone slab with a sickening sound.
This time, it was even more humiliating and utterly devastating than the last time he was forced to kneel.
He gritted his teeth, trying not to let out a groan of pain.
He wanted to straighten his back, but the overwhelming pressure forced his so-called pride into a crooked and shameful curve.
He could sense the worry and helplessness in Flander and Liu Erlong's eyes.
He could feel the shocked looks from some passersby in the distance.
These gazes, at this moment, were like invisible silver needles, densely piercing his back.
There was no real pain, but it brought a deep-seated humiliation.
He wanted to speak, to use his profound knowledge to rebuke the other party's barbarity and ignorance, just as he had done in the past.
But it felt like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, preventing him from uttering a single syllable.
He was forced to kneel twice in a row.
This posture was more painful for him than being killed by a sword.
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