Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 2055 - 535: Purple-Gold Divine Dragon (Part 1)
The purple aura surged, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword let out a buzz. The purple giant dragon held the Dragon-Slaying Sword in its mouth and swiftly flew into the sky. An Yiqing stood on the ground, her hands forming a seal. The purple dragon seemed to be her very self, moving at her command as if she controlled it with ease.
The members of the Dragon Clan, shocked by An Yiqing’s identity, slowly regained their senses and gazed wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene before them.
"Old, old Clan Leader, she, she..." Elder Jin swallowed hard.
"Miss An couldn’t have reached the third level of the Dragon-Taming Art already... could she..." Hongye muttered to himself, unable to believe it.
The old Clan Leader remained silent, glancing at An Yiqing before turning to look at Xuan Mo sitting on a chair, his face stiff, as he lowered his eyes in contemplation.
At that moment, An Yiqing’s icy voice mingled with dragon roars came from the sky: "Dragon-Taming Art, third level, Slay Dragon."
In an instant, the winds and clouds changed colors. Dense dark clouds seemed to press toward the ground, and within them, purple lightning flickered, rumbling ominously. An Yiqing stood alone atop a cliff, hands forming a seal, surrounded by deep purple Dragon Qi surging towards the heavens, transforming into a gigantic dragon. In the dragon’s mouth, the Dragon-Slaying Sword emitted a black cold glow. The purple giant dragon spiraled beneath the dark clouds, confronting the Black Dragon in the air.
An Yiqing looked up at the sky, her watery eyes slightly narrowed. Suddenly, she clasped her right hand over her left, chanting under her breath.
"Dragon-Taming Art, slay!"
With her words spoken, the purple giant dragon soared into the sky, circled swiftly around the clouds, and charged toward the Black Dragon. The Dragon-Slaying Sword gradually transformed into a stream of black light, wrapping around the dragon. At this moment, everyone felt that the dragon in the sky was not just a dragon but an invincible blade.
The Black Dragon’s pupils contracted, emitting a mocking laughter, "You humans think you can defeat me like this?"
A dragon’s roar echoed across the land, as the Black Dragon raised its head and spewed a mouthful of dark dragon Qi, charging towards the purple giant dragon.
In an instant, the winds and clouds changed colors, and the sky turned dark.
An Yiqing’s complexion gradually paled, her rosy lips losing their color. A Black Dragon with thousands of years of cultivation is not so easily dealt with; she had just reached the Great Achievement of the Dragon-Taming Art third level and wasn’t yet adept enough to kill the Black Dragon.
Clenching her teeth, An Yiqing exerted herself once more, releasing deep purple Dragon Qi from her body without reservation, providing a steady supply to the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
No one knew how long it lasted—only a loud "bang" was heard, as dazzling light exploded in the sky. Everyone hurriedly closed their eyes, and as the roar gradually faded and they reopened them, they were met with devastation before their eyes.
An Yiqing retreated several steps, finally dropping to one knee. Her white garment was stained with blood, shocking to behold. The black Dragon-Slaying Sword fell by her side, its luster lost. The purple giant dragon had already dissipated, its blood spattering the ground, indicating that An Yiqing was severely injured.
"Miss!" Zhang Yufeng quickly rushed forward to support An Yiqing.
The members of the Dragon Clan looked at her with worried eyes, while simultaneously wondering where the Black Dragon had gone.
At that moment, a loud crash erupted from the collapsed stone mountain. Everyone’s face changed as they looked in that direction.
Under the rolling dark clouds, the collapsed stone mountain suddenly burst open. Countless rubble flew through the sky. A black figure shot up from the depths amidst a suffocating whirlwind.
Luckily, with Old Jin’s protective barrier, no one was injured by the flying rubble and wind. However, the black shadow in the sky plunged everyone back into despair once more.
Supported by Zhang Yufeng, An Yiqing slowly stood up. She coldly stared at the Black Dragon in mid-air, her watery eyes slightly narrowed.
"Ha-ha, the Situ Family? Dragon Taming Clan? Humans, so insignificant!" The Black Dragon’s black aura was much weaker than before, clearly indicating significant injuries. Despite this, the Dragon Clan’s physical resilience was formidable, and An Yiqing had only just reached the third level of the Dragon-Taming Art. Dealing with a millennia-old monster was indeed strenuous.
Feeling the eyes filled with despair and expectation from the Dragon Clan, An Yiqing’s heart tightened. These people had nothing to do with her, but she had to help Grandma Fengling and Long Zixuan protect the Dragon Clan.
Gently pushing Zhang Yufeng aside, An Yiqing once again gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword from the ground. She raised her head towards the colossal creature in the sky, a hint of resolve in her eyes.
"Who is the final victor, is undecided. Don’t rejoice too soon."
Upon finishing speaking, An Yiqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and, with the unique steps of the "Shennong Nine Styles", charged once more.
The purple dragon soared once more, carrying the majestic weight of the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the restrained vitality of the "Shennong Nine Styles," transforming into a stream of light, rushing towards the Black Dragon.
What power is this?
The Black Dragon was shocked, immediately summoning Dragon Force to counter.
Bang—bang—bang—
Consecutive collisions echoed through the clouds, as An Yiqing’s mouth bled profusely, with Zhang Yufeng standing nearby, anxiously unable to help.
The old Clan Leader, Elder Jin, and others watched with red eyes but were helpless to break through Old Jin’s barrier.
Boom—bang—
Finally, a resounding noise shook the earth, causing tremors that lasted for a long time, unable to subside.
An Yiqing’s body weakened, spitting out a mouthful of blood before collapsing into Zhang Yufeng’s arms. Meanwhile, the Black Dragon in the sky plummeted violently due to An Yiqing’s fierce attacks, crashing into the ground and creating a shocking deep pit.
The rumbling sounds gradually faded, and the earth became calm again. The Black Dragon did not reappear, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumping onto the ground.
"Miss, how are you?" Zhang Yufeng asked anxiously, his face pale, looking in pain at An Yiqing continually vomiting blood.
The other Thirteen Blood Generals rushed over, spotting An Yiqing’s snow-white clothes dyed red, all with worried expressions.
With some effort, An Yiqing coughed a few times, stuffing several pills into her mouth and weakly waving her hand.
"The Black Dragon, is it dead?" she asked breathlessly.
Zhang Yufeng nodded, about to say "dead" when the Dragon Clan members began to scream.
Frowning, the Thirteen Blood Generals looked at the Dragon Clan members, then followed their gaze upwards, their pupils shrinking sharply.
In the mid-air, the Black Dragon staggered and hovered. His body covered in wounds and black blood flowed to the ground. An Yiqing had just reached the third level of the Dragon-Taming Art, but with the power of the "Shennong Nine Styles," the Black Dragon suffered severe internal injuries. Currently, his dragon horn was severed by the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and black blood flowed from his huge dragon eyes, looking grotesque.
Watching the Black Dragon, An Yiqing furrowed her brows in pain. The Black Dragon’s tenacious vitality exceeded her expectations, and she was too drained to withstand even a single blow from the Black Dragon.
"Ha-ha, human, your demise awaits!" The Black Dragon snarled, transforming into a shadow and lunging at An Yiqing.
The Thirteen Blood Generals immediately formed a defensive wall like stacked Arhats in front of An Yiqing, determined to protect her life.
Within the barrier, Yin Xilin cried and screamed to break free. However, Old Jin, with a rigid body, refused to heed Yin Xilin’s pleas. For the first time, it hated itself for lacking strength; dragons were just too powerful.
Everyone felt despair, as the old Clan Leader and Elder Jin helplessly watched their benefactor fall into the clutches of the Black Dragon.
A tear slowly trickled down the cavernous eyes of the old Clan Leader. The evil dragon emerges, and the Dragon Clan faces extinction. Is this truly the end?
The Thirteen Blood Generals and An Yiqing were engulfed by thick black mist, as if drawn into the Nine Nether Hell, never to return. However, unnoticed by anyone, the figure of Long Zixuan was missing from the high Dragon Altar.
Roar—A dragon’s call resonated across heaven and earth. Unlike the oppressive Black Dragon, this roar carried boundless upright energy.
Following the dragon’s call, a ray of light broke through the dark clouds. Sunlight pierced the layers once more, shining upon the earth. Everything became clear again.
Then, under everyone’s unwavering gaze, a purple figure emerged within the sunlight. That figure was much larger than the Black Dragon, diving towards An Yiqing with staggering speed.
The old Clan Leader, who had been squinting at all of this, suddenly widened his eyes, "It’s Zixuan! The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon! The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon!"
