Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 527 - 259: Escape from the Jaws of Death! The True Battle Begins!_1
A terrifying demonic claw descended from the sky, sealing the void. The very laws of this world were bound, creating a veritable cage.
A Demon Emperor had made his move, intending to obliterate Wang Xiu on the spot. This human youth is too terrifying, with unparalleled combat power—a true young Supreme. Even the True Demon Bloodline seems like child’s play before him. His future potential is boundless. We absolutely cannot allow such a powerful human to mature.
BOOM!
A beam of immortal light tore through the void. An Earth Immortal Ancestor from the Sanqing Immortal Sect, his white hair and beard flowing and his bearing sagacious, had made his move. With a sweep of his horsetail whisk, he conjured a sea of light. Its divine might surged, erasing the endless Demonic Qi as it flew straight for the Demon Emperor’s true form.
This was a calculated strike, designed to force the Demon Emperor to pull back his attack and defend himself. Even if the opponent was a Demon Emperor, the consequences of enduring this strike without defending would undoubtedly be grave.
However, the Demon Emperor remained unmoved. He summoned an ancient Devil’s Mirror, positioning it over his vitals. He intended to weather the blow, willing to risk grave injury to ensure Wang Xiu was slain.
WHOOSH!
Gales howled through the heavens, the temperature plummeting. Waves of bone-chilling cold spread from the void, freezing everything in their path, making it seem as if the very Stars themselves were being encased in ice.
Amidst the sweeping cold light, a Fairy stood poised. Her white hair danced wildly, accentuating her proud, stunningly beautiful figure. Runes flickered on her flawless forehead as her entire being bathed in immortal light.
The Snow Ancestor had also made her move. She condensed endless frigid energy into a heaven-piercing ice sword and launched an attack against the Demon Emperor in the void.
At the same time, the other Ancestor from the Sanqing Immortal Sect took action. He appeared in the sky, his body radiating a red glow, surrounded by the swirling phantoms of True Dragons as if he were bathed in the blood of an Ancient Dragon. He held a lotus lantern and breathed a stream of immortal light into it.
In that instant, the lantern’s oil boiled. A colossal golden lotus bloomed across the world, giving birth to an endless sea of fire that seemed to incinerate the heavens and terrified all living beings.
"Nine Dragons Lotus Lantern?"
"This artifact... it ended up in Sanqing’s hands?"
"That must be... the legendary Fire Ancestor of Sanqing?"
"Rumor has it that the lantern’s oil is the blood of True Dragons who have attained immortality. Its power is truly infinite!"
In the void, the onlooking Great Abilities were all astonished, staring agape. This was a true Immortal Artifact. It turned the world into a vast ocean of destruction, and an unimaginable number of Demon Race members were obliterated in an instant.
However, that was merely the collateral damage. The sea of fire’s true purpose was to engulf the space where the Demon Emperors were, joining forces with the Snow Ancestor and the Fire Ancestor to interrupt the first Demon Emperor’s attack and save Wang Xiu.
Several of the Human Race’s Earth Immortals struck in an instant, their divine might vast and boundless. Yet they failed. Other Demon Emperors intervened, blocking the attacks from the Snow Ancestor and the Fire Ancestor.
Only the first Sanqing Earth Immortal’s attack found its mark. But its target was clearly prepared to withstand it; even if it meant grave injury, he was determined to kill Wang Xiu. All of this happened in a flash, so fast that no one could react before the massive demonic claw was already looming over Wang Xiu’s head.
"Big Brother!"
"Saint Heir!"
"Stop!"
The battlefield seemed to freeze. All fighting ceased as everyone’s gaze converged on that one spot.
The terrifying demonic claw slammed down. Beams of destructive light flooded the area, disintegrating everything within. The very light of the explosion was too intense for anyone’s gaze to penetrate.
Is this young warrior, who fought like a god of war, truly going to fall here?
Countless people fell into despair.
Ji Zidian, Zhang Yuge, Li Xuanqi, Ye Guhong, and the other prodigies of the Human Race turned deathly pale, their eyes wide with horror as if they were about to pop from their sockets.
No matter how strong Wang Xiu is, he can’t possibly withstand a blow from a Demon Emperor! They aren’t on the same level at all. It’s like a deity from the Nine Heavens striking down a mortal.
...
A strike from a Demon Emperor could bind the void and restrain its laws. Wang Xiu was completely immobile.
Since he began cultivating, this was undoubtedly the closest he had ever come to death. An unimaginable sense of peril enveloped him. It was the absolute suppression of a lower-level being by higher-order laws.
Wang Xiu possessed many techniques, but none were sufficient to bridge such a fundamental gap between life-forms. He needed a treasure of an equally high rank—at least higher than this Demon Emperor’s—to break this binding before he could use any of his other techniques.
Do I even have such a treasure?
Yet, the more dire the situation became, the clearer his mind grew. Time itself seemed to slow down, allowing him to rapidly search for a way to break this deadlock.
Among the precious treasures on my person, the only thing is the hairpin from the Snow Ancestor, which contains three full-power strikes from an Earth Immortal. But it’s in my Space Ring, and I can’t get it out right now.
No, that’s not right... there’s something else!
Finally, a light flashed in his eyes. His entire consciousness focused on his chest. There hung an ancient Dragon Scale covered in mysterious runes. It was the Inverse Scale from the Ancient Dragon that had perished in the Ancient Holy Realm.
Wang Xiu had long speculated that the Ancient Dragon’s origins were extraordinary. It had most likely fallen into the Holy Realm from another world. Even a single Dragon Scale, which had lost its nourishment for countless years, still possessed unimaginable might. Millennia after the Dragon’s death, the scale still retained a terrifying amount of Life Essence, enough to grow Holy Medicine and even form a Secret Realm.
It was difficult to fathom how powerful the Dragon had been at its peak, but it was surely on par with gods and immortals.
Perhaps... it could even rival a True Immortal!
With no time to think, in a flash, he focused all of his attention on the Dragon Scale.
The next moment, the Dragon Scale began to shine. Its runes lit up, enveloping Wang Xiu’s entire body.
ROAR—
A dragon’s roar echoed.
The Dragon Scale grew searingly hot, its divine radiance blindingly bright, like a miniature sun suspended before Wang Xiu’s chest.
A boundless aura spread out from it. Behind him, the phantom of the Ancient Dragon emerged, its majesty shaking the heavens. A terrifying draconic might emanated from its eyes, making it seem like a primordial deity that had existed since the dawn of creation—supreme and exalted, an existence that even gods and immortals would have to look up to in awe
