Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 208 - 198 Sword Tao Saint, Ancient Sword Dragon Transformation (4k)_3
A force surged forth, making Hong Yuan feel capable of seizing stars and grabbing moons. He knew it was not an illusion.
This terrifying power poured into the Ancient Sword Dragon Divine Skill Talisman.
Sword Tao Divine Power—Ancient Sword Dragon Transformation!
In an instant, Hong Yuan transformed into a silver Flood Dragon, the Heavenly River Sword forming its dragon horns.
The Flood Dragon’s body shone brilliantly with silver light. Its horns were as sharp as spears, its dragon eyes pure white, its teeth and claws ferocious and terrifying, and its scales, layered upon each other, emitted a metallic halo.
The entire dragon body was nine hundred and ninety-nine meters long; it was slender in form, with extremely smooth and beautiful lines, exuding a truly cold and sharp intent.
In the blink of an eye, Hong Yuan thrust his dragon horn and immediately pierced the Thunder Dragon, storing its corpse in his blessed land.
Under the gazes of the Martial Saints—some joyful, some shocked—Hong Yuan quickly fled for his life, heading straight for the Eastern Wilderness Academy in Central State.
"That Holy Artifact is destined to be mine!" bellowed a vigorous young man from amid the wild lightning—the Lightning Martial Saint from Phoenix Creek Sect.
"Transformation Tao? No, it’s the mastery of a Sword Tao Master," said Martial Saint Xiao Miao, his face beaming with joy as his golden longsword emitted a happy sword chant.
Several Martial Saints from Qinglu Taoist Temple were brimming with killing intent. Divine Powers can be comprehended collectively, bridging existence and non-existence, they reasoned. Each Martial Saint Seed was extremely precious and could not be allowed to perish lightly.
Earth-level Divine Power, human-level Holy Artifact, Sword Tao Master mastery—this boy has a great secret!!! Some Ancestor Martial Saints from non-Overlord Sects were also extremely envious of Hong Yuan’s good fortune.
At this moment, this group of transcendent Martial Saints completely lost their composure, hunting Hong Yuan like mad.
Some transformed into lightning, others stood on longswords, or rode clouds and fog, each displaying their own skills as though they were Immortal Gods from tales most wonderful and mysterious.
A piercing Cold Wind blew against him, and Hong Yuan’s sword-scales stood on end.
He looked lifelike, as if an Ancient Sword Dragon had returned to the world.
At the Grandmaster Realm, one is able to draw analogous insights, simulating the powers of other disciplines with one’s primary school of skill.
At this moment, Hong Yuan, with his mastery as a Sword Tao Master and Soul Tao Master, forcibly simulated the power of the Transformation Tao, turning himself into an Ancient Sword Dragon.
He fixed his course towards Central Continent and flew for his life.
"I didn’t say you could leave," Martial Saint Ansheng said in a deep voice.
The ten units of Green Grapes Immortal Nuance within him instantly transformed into Immortal Qi. The huge Golden Yin Yang Fish Tao Picture vibrated, casting down a large swath of dark light.
This downpour of dark light resembled a pear blossom storm, its countless motes like arrows raining from the sky.
ROAR!
Hong Yuan let out a dragon roar, his body flickering with azure immortal brilliance. Endless Sword Qi surged, forming a bright blue light.
The blue light collided with the dark light, igniting a vast spread of Starfire that crashed down toward the mortal world.
The sky shattered! The ground sank!
Countless meteors, wreathed in raging flames, fell from the sky. Boundless floodwaters, carrying the momentum of a tidal wave, surged forward.
The meteors and floodwaters threatened to destroy all life on Earth.
The residual might of a Martial Saint had already fractured this realm of heaven and earth.
Across the lands of Nanyang Government, countless people watched in shock as this apocalyptic scene unfolded.
In Pengcheng, Zhang Yinghe firmly shielded his sister, Zhang Yingyu, behind him.
Aboard a large ship, the old laborer Zhang Xiaohua temporarily set aside his grief over the death of ’Niu Yezi.’ All this chaos, this pandemonium of mortals, unfolded across the lands of Nanyang.
"Damn it!" The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint from Qinglu Taoist Temple rushed to unleash a Divine Power, neutralizing the meteors and floodwaters.
He shouted, "Everyone, let’s drive this scourge up to the Green Heaven!"
Hong Yuan, in his Flood Dragon form, stirred and continued to flee.
However, under the combined pressure of the other Martial Saints, he had no choice but to ascend into the atmosphere, reaching the Green Heaven within the Ninth Heaven.
