Chapter 1839 - 1936: Forced Into Helplessness
Chapter 1839: Chapter 1936: Forced Into Helplessness
Once the first-generation Demon Saint occupies the body of the Ancestral Desolate Dragon and uses its power to reappear in the world, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for all beings under heaven. With just Fang Qingye alone, it is impossible to stop Mo Shouhe and the first-generation Demon Saint’s two Ancient Spirit Incarnations.
Therefore, Fang Qingye had no choice but to agree to Mo Shouhe’s terms to prevent the emergence of the Ancestral Desolate Dragon.
However, Fang Qingye has his own plans in mind. To resolve everything, it’s not necessary to kill that True Dragon; he could subdue it and keep it alive. This way, not only would the Ancestral Desolate Dragon not be born, but Mo Shouhe would also not gain the True Dragon’s vitality. In this scenario, it is a win-win for all, leaving the True Dragon clan with a lineage to continue.
After all, the True Dragon clan is also among the spiritual beings of heaven and earth; if it were to vanish, Fang Qingye would not bear it in his heart.
It’s just that many things often do not go as planned, even for Martial Sovereign Fang Qingye.
On the ground, the True Dragon rampages everywhere, causing many to die tragically. Wherever the True Dragon goes, crowds are dense, so when it goes berserk, the number of dead is beyond calculation.
Some Martial Arts masters couldn’t bear it and attempted to join forces to strike, not seeking to suppress this True Dragon, but merely to prevent it from advancing to the Human Clan’s gathering places.
However, unexpectedly, the power of this True Dragon is continuously increasing, reaching a level difficult for those with Heavenly Mandate cultivation to contend with. The previous Martial Arts masters who tried to stop it ended up having their bodies torn apart by the True Dragon, losing vitality. Consequently, few dare to try stopping it anymore.
It’s a joke; although sacrificing for the Human Clan sounds heroic and great, how many would knowingly go to their deaths willingly? More Martial Arts experts choose to prioritize their own safety and would not strike against the True Dragon.
As for how many people the True Dragon might kill in its frenzy, they don’t overly care. After all, the Human Clan numbers are countless, and losing hundreds of thousands or millions doesn’t matter.
Of course, a considerable number of Martial Arts masters are extremely worried. After all, once this True Dragon transforms into the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, all beings under heaven would face a huge crisis, at which point no one present would be able to escape.
"Why haven’t Mo Martial Master and Martial Sovereign Fang appeared?" An elder expert, filled with worry, can’t help but shout in the heavens and earth.
A figure in a cyan robe breaks through the sky, terrifying pressure sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, directly confronting the frenzied True Dragon.
Many Martial Artists watching around are all invigorated, with some directly cheering.
The cyan robe appears, Martial Sovereign Fang Qingye has finally shown himself.
In the minds of the Human Clan’s strong, as long as one of the two Martial Lords appears, it is enough to deal with this True Dragon, with no problems at all. After all, even the Ancestral Desolate Dragon must be cautious before a Martial Lord; let alone a True Dragon not yet become the Ancestral Desolate Dragon.
Even if this True Dragon is strong, as long as it hasn’t become the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, it cannot be a match for Martial Sovereign Fang.
"Greetings, Martial Sovereign Fang!" Whether it’s in the heavens or earth, no matter the cultivation, no matter the Martial Artist’s origins, even the Demon Clan’s strong pay respectful homage to Fang Qingye.
No matter whether Fang Qingye acknowledges them, even if he doesn’t cast them a glance, facing a Martial Lord, they must show such courtesy, not only out of reverence for Fang Qingye’s strength but also for his pinnacle in Martial Arts.
It is the zenith of Martial Arts! The pinnacle realm of Martial Arts! Worthy of all Martial Artists’ reverence!
Fang Qingye ignored them and directly approached the True Dragon, raising his hand and delivering a palm strike.
Boom!!!!
The previously unstoppable, frenzied True Dragon, at this moment, is continually suffering from Fang Qingye’s palm strike, its massive body plummeting from the sky.
The crowd exclaims in surprise, most of these people having never seen Fang Qingye take action, witnessing his prowess for the first time now.
A few Martial Arts experts reveal a look of inevitability, with no surprise; after all, it’s Fang Qingye, Martial Sovereign Fang, possessing such strength is only normal.
Some Demon Clan strong witness the divine might brought by Fang Qingye’s strike, feeling terrified in their hearts, with some becoming disheartened and helpless.
In the ancient wilderness, the Demon Clan was originally the overlord of the earth, but now the Demon Beast clan is weakened, while the Human Clan is unprecedentedly strong, with two Martial Lords overlooking the heavens, suppressing the Demon Beast clan so they can barely breathe.
Even the current Demon Saint cannot compete against the two Martial Lords in terms of strength.
In fact, these Demon Clan strong wish to see the True Dragon transform into the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, as that would mean the Demon Beast clan would have an existence comparable to the Human Clan’s Martial Lords.
Unfortunately, now that Fang Qingye has appeared, those Demon Beasts know it is impossible. Fang Qingye wouldn’t sit idly watching an Ancestral Desolate Dragon be born.
In the crowd, one person gazes blankly, looking from afar at the figure, seemingly god-like, receiving the attention of countless strong.
That is his father, once unrivaled across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, a figure that made this son proud.
Now, father and son exist in the same time and space, under the same sky, yet cannot recognize each other.
Fang Lin is conflicted, with excitement and thrill, but also melancholy and loss.
Yet perhaps, above all, there is joy; at least he can see again the father in his memory, leaving his heart without regret.
The True Dragon falls to the ground, Fang Qingye stepping down, leaving a footprint on its body, trying to suppress the raging power within the True Dragon Body.
With Fang Qingye’s ability, achieving this should not be too difficult.
But Fang Qingye is frowning, perceiving the power within the True Dragon Body exploding fiercely, as if stimulated.
Suddenly, Fang Qingye looks into the distance, eyes filled with gloom and anger.
"Mo Shouhe, you really gave it not just one drop of Ancestral Blood, but three." Fang Qingye says to himself internally.
Only at this moment does Fang Qingye fully understand that Mo Shouhe set a trap for him, and no matter what, Fang Qingye would fall into it.
Once he strikes this True Dragon, he provides it with the power to refine the Ancestral Blood within, accelerating its transformation into the Ancestral Desolate Dragon.
In this way, Fang Qingye has no options left; if wanting to keep this dragon’s life, the effect of the three drops of Ancestral Blood will transform it into the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, making it harder to handle.
And if wanting to avoid its transformation into the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, there is no choice but to kill it.
Mo Shouhe uses three drops of Ancestral Dragon Blood as leverage, aiming to force Fang Qingye to kill this True Dragon, allowing Mo Shouhe to claim the dragon’s vast vitality.