Stealing The Heavens-Chapter 880 Wounding Torch Dragon

The Fiend Slaying Sword Formation could be formed using any element in the world. And right now, Wu Qi had formed it using the enormous defensive formation in Liangzhu, as well as the infinite energy in the spirit cave beneath You Xiong Plain. Crimson lines of formation could be vaguely seen everywhere in the void; they looked so close yet so far, as if one could touch it by just stretching out a hand. But, no matter how one reached for them, one could never grab them.

These lines were the physical representation of Liangzhu's defense in the sword formation. Each line represented countless sets of runes, as well as the supply of the vast energy. Although Torch Dragon had destroyed the great hall, the core of the formation, Wu Qi had replaced it with the Fiend Slaying Sword Formation he constructed with 18,000 Kunwu Swords.

Both the defensive formation in Liangzhu and the Fiend Slaying Sword Formation were invented by Xuanyuan. They were of the same origin, so they could naturally fuse without any issues.

Terrible energy tides tumbled and rocked violently in the formation, soon turning into ninety-nine vast white torrents. Each of them measured tens of thousands of miles in width and stretched as far as the eye could see. Huge amounts of energy rubbed against each other and compressed in them. The once gaseous energy was rapidly compressed into liquid form, and finally condensed into a semi-solid texture like mercury.

The white torrents plunged horizontally across the void over the crowd, tumbling fiercely. Every little wave that rose across their surfaces seemed like the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, looking mysterious and emanating an indescribable aura. A faint purple mist was vaguely visible in the torrents; it was the Primal Purple Energy Wu Qi had sent out. Surrounded by it, the white torrents became even more unfathomable.

Torch Dragon coiled up his body vigilantly, throwing cold glances at Wu Qi and the others who hovered midair hundreds of miles away. With a cold grin on his face, he said in a low voice, "The famous Fiend Slaying Sword Formation...this damn thing again! If it weren't for this formation, how could I have been imprisoned here for all these years?"

As Torch Dragon was murmuring to himself, a ganoderma-shaped purple cloud rose from the top of Wu Qi's head. Yuan Ling Dark Realm flew slowly out, plunging straight into one of the white torrents. When he was breaking through the realm of Dao Breaking, Wu Qi had spent a tremendous amount of energy, and had even drained all the energy from the energy vein in Yuan Ling Dark Realm. The realm was in a bad shape now, and it needed to be resupplied with fresh energy. What place could be better than You Xiong Plain to do that?

Accompanied by deafening rumbles, ninety-nine white torrents poured into Yuan Ling Dark Realm at the same time. If truth be told, Wu Qi did not need these torrents of pure energy to deal with Torch Dragon. He was only using the formation to obscure the prying eyes, so that he could replenish the Yuan Ling Dark Realm with energy. As the energy constantly poured into the realm, it instantly recovered its vitality.

An enormous suction came out of Yuan Ling Dark Realm, and ninety-nine torrents transformed into beams of blinding white light, plunging into it. The loud whistling noise was suddenly gone, as the energy spun rapidly and poured forth without making a single noise.

Torch Dragon narrowed his eyes and sneered, "What a clever plan, using You Xiong Plain's energy for your personal gain! I suppose this is your interstitial world, isn't it? Why does it look like a planet?"

Wu Qi gave the dragon a sideways glance, laughed mockingly as he said, "You don't have an eye for good things. Well, in the words of Chaos Fiend Gods, this is a Primal Mother Star, the birthplace of my previous incarnation."

Torch Dragon, who had never cared about Wu Qi at all, froze. He frowned at Wu Qi and studied him for a long time before shaking his head, "You look strange to me. I don't know who you are. But, since you know what a Primal Mother Star is, that means you are also a Chaos Fiend God. But your appearance..."

Wu Qi gave him another glare and said, "Fool! Of course, you can't recognize me now. This is how I look after reincarnation. Have you been locked up for too long that your brain has become a fossil? Aye, I don't have time for you. Ao Buzun, go and make yourself acquaintance with this old fella!"

A dragon roar rang out as Ao Buzun leaped forward with the Soul-splitting Spear in his hand. As he ran toward Torch Dragon, his body began to transform, gradually turning into a huge black dragon that stretched hundreds of miles long. The spear had also grown to tens of miles long, and was clutched by one of his claws, its tips glinting menacingly.

At the sight of Ao Buzun's distinctive avatar, Torch Dragon retreated hundreds of miles in horror. He carefully compressed his body to a hundred miles long and then snapped, "Ao Buzun? You…you…you are the Ancestral Dragon! I've seen you once in the Chaotic World! You were attacking the Holy Lady Florescence's cave abode! You... you..."

Ao Buzun glared at him and said with a cold smile, "Oh? No wonder I felt like someone was peeking behind my back…I had even prepared a killing strike for you!" Stroking his lower jaw in reminiscence, he heaved a long sigh and said, "The Holy Lady Florescence...Ah, she has fallen as well! I still remember that I spent my seeds three hundred and seventy times in her, and she later became the Mother of the Fire Dragon Clan! How did she die?"

Torch Dragon twisted his mouth and said nothing. He stared at Ao Buzun with disdain, and then spat on the side.

Ao Buzun sighed again. While glancing at Torch Dragon, he said, "And you, old Torch Dragon, both of us are the two most famous dragons in the Chaotic World. I've been searching for you but to no avail. Where were you hiding?"

Torch Dragon asked reflexively, "Why were you searching for me?"

Ao Buzun, a little depressed, stared at Torch Dragon's lower body and muttered, "I was looking for you to have babies! If you were a female dragon, I'd fu*k you so that you could give birth to a bunch of baby dragons for me. If you were a male dragon, I'd kill you, then cut out your dragon penis and make it into a tonic! Aye, the Chaotic World only needs a single male dragon!"

He whistled a weird tune as he wriggled his waist and said, "Haven't you heard of it? A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless it's a male and a female! This world only needs a male dragon born in the Chaotic World! We don't need two…Hahaha, we don't need two!"

Torch Dragon was disgusted by Ao Buzun's words. He shuddered, and was about to scold the nasty dragon when the latter suddenly shrank to the size of a loach, transformed into a beam of dark light, and thrust the spear toward his lower body. Ao Buzun now had the cultivation base of a Primordial expert, and with the attainment of his previous incarnation, the overall strength he could bring to play was astonishing. Caught unprepared, Torch Dragon shrieked as a stream of dark-purple blood spewed out from between his legs.

Ao Buzun slithered back up into the sky, laughing wildly. "What a pity! It's so close for the world to be left with only one male dragon born in the Chaotic World!"

As he laughed obscenely, Gold Horn and Silver Horn let out a shrill whistle from behind him and bellowed, "Old dragon, castrate this fella! The three of us will share his penis! You can't find any better tonic than this!" Amidst their savage laughter, the brothers revealed their true forms, two dragon pythons whose bodies stretched over a hundred miles long, and slowly approached Torch Dragon.

Torch Dragon's body trembled as he stared at Ao Buzun with an unsightly look on his face.

The sneak attack had nearly cut off Torch Dragon's penis. Luckily, he had a profound cultivation base. A moment ago, just as the cold tip of the spear entered his body, he had reflexively compressed his muscles and moved his penis a little to the side. But, even though the spear had failed to castrate him, it still managed to violently shake both his souls and almost ripped his body into pieces, for it was a Spirit Artifact of Chaos. He felt as if countless sharp blades were cutting at him deep inside his body, and both his souls were disintegrating.

"What a vicious weapon!" It took him a great effort to stabilize his injury. With teeth clenched tightly, he fixed his eyes on the spear in Ao Buzun's hand. Some vague memories came back to him, and he asked hesitatingly, "Soul-splitting Spear? No, my fleshly body would have vanished if I were struck by it!"

Ao Buzun lifted the spear high and sighed with some dissatisfaction. "A replica…Have you heard of Lord Yuan Ling? This is his work. Oh, by the way, King Dong Hai is his incarnation. Damnit! Why does the replica of a Supreme Artifact of Primal only have the power of a Spirit Artifact of Chaos? What a pity!"

Both of Torch Dragon's souls felt an urge to cough blood. The fact that a replica could have the power of a Spirit Artifact of Chaos was shocking enough, and yet this black dragon was not satisfied? In fact, the most powerful weapons crafted by the other Chaos Fiend Gods were at the level of an Innate Spirit Artifact at most! Who could craft a Supreme Artifact of Primal? No wonder the spear strike had nearly destroyed his fleshly body and souls!

Torch Dragon took a deep breath while a dazzling blue light emitted from the Sun and Moon Torch and surrounded him. He dared not to be careless anymore.

Seeing Torch Dragon begin to take things seriously, Ao Buzun knew that the chance to seriously injure him with a surprise attack was lost. Now, he had no other choice but to fight him head-on.

Raising the Soul-splitting Spear, Ao Buzun chanted a spell in a low voice. Thunder clouds emerged around him, spinning rapidly and forming a huge black hole that was about several thousands of miles in diameter. Thick, long dragons of thunder and lightning wheeled crazily in it, interweaving with each other into an enormous web of lightning that measured thousands of miles in circumference.

Torch Dragon narrowed his eyes. He struggled hard, but the chains that penetrated his body had locked him in tightly, leaving him little room to move and dodge. If it were not for the chains, how could he had been seriously wounded by Ao Buzun's sneak attack?

He was bleeding from the spot in his tail where he had been struck, and his mood had become extremely depressed.

Gold Horn and Silver Horn were approaching from his left and right flanks. The brothers let out deep, vicious laughter, and gleams of ice and fire could be vaguely seen flickering in their big mouths.

Torch Dragon gritted his teeth as he looked at the countless chains that lined his body. "If it weren't for Xuanyuan's restriction, I would have killed you all with ease! Ancestral Dragon, your current cultivation base has only stepped into the realm of Dao Reasoning. Although I've been imprisoned for many years, my cultivation base is still in the realm of Dao Breaking. What makes you think you can defeat me?"

Not willing to be taunted, Ao Buzun laughed viciously and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you are a male dragon, I would have fu*ked you a thousand times! Save your breath! Do you think you are so great with your cultivation base of a Dao Breaking expert?"

In the distance, Wu Qi chuckled. Suddenly, 108,000 huge silver stars appeared in the void, and a tremendous pressure came weighting down on Torch Dragon.

Facing the humungous pressure, Torch Dragon's bones rattled. He struggled, but could not move at all.