Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 176: Chapter 175: Instant Kill Dragon God Realm! (Second Update!)

The Lingluo Sect was initially a cooperating Sect with the God-Slaying Pavilion and had always been hidden away in the distance. The Sect of True Martial Arts had noticed them, but thought that a minor sect like the Lingluo Sect would never dare to get involved in the conflict between the Sect of True Martial Arts and the God-Slaying Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, the Lingluo Sect actually made a move!

A dense mass of figures surged forward—nearly ten thousand disciples of the Lingluo Sect charged forward without a word, directly attacking the disciples of the Sect of True Martial Arts.

Those from the Sect of True Martial Arts were already struggling to fight back, engaged with the corpses controlled by Lian Yuze and nearly scattered by the demon beasts.

At this moment, the addition of the Lingluo Sect’s forces was like adding frost to snow.

“Fuyang, how dare you strike at my Sect of True Martial Arts?!”

Pian Pingtian was furious, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour Fuyang.

“After today, the Sect of True Martial Arts will cease to exist.”

Fuyang spoke, swinging his longsword, and with a single strike, he swept away and killed dozens of disciples from the Sect of True Martial Arts.

“Very well, very well, very well!”

Pian Pingtian’s anger boiled, “So it is true that a fallen tiger is bullied by dogs, and a dragon in shallow water is played by shrimp! Even the Lingluo Sect, a minor sect, dares to strike at my Sect of True Martial Arts!”

But even in his fury, there was nothing he could do.

It was clear that the Sect of True Martial Arts was not going to fare well today. If he could make it back, Pian Pingtian swore to massacre every member of the Lingluo Sect from top to bottom!

When it rains, it pours.

It was not only the Lingluo Sect. Disciples from the Cold Cloud Sect had also joined the battlefield from nowhere.

At this time, the Cold Cloud Sect had grown to fifty thousand disciples, but only thirty thousand were dispatched, nearly all of whom were elites from the Cold Cloud Sect.

“You have never experienced war since joining the Sect. Today, take this opportunity to train well,” Ling Qinghai’s voice echoed in all directions.

“Yes!”

The disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect split into three groups, each ten thousand strong, cutting through the crowd of the Sect of True Martial Arts like sharp daggers.

In fact, they had also long been hidden in the distance, but the Sect of True Martial Arts’ target was only the God-Slaying Pavilion and they hadn’t noticed them.

And the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect fully witnessed the might of the God-Slaying Pavilion.

They knew that even if they didn’t act today, the Sect of True Martial Arts was doomed to lose with just the Five Divine Guard Corps of the God-Slaying Pavilion being enough to defeat them.

Every time they thought of this, the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect shuddered.

The Five Divine Guard Corps of the God-Slaying Pavilion, combined, didn’t even number a thousand people!

Yet with such a vast discrepancy in numbers, they could sweep through the Sect of True Martial Arts without a scratch—how strong was that?

Within the crowd of the Cold Cloud Sect, Yang Lin held a dagger, occasionally slashing through the neck of a disciple from the Sect of True Martial Arts.

In the past few months, Yang Lin had reached the Dragon Blood Realm and the Cold Cloud Sect had specifically found a drop of Fifth Order Beast Blood for him, greatly enhancing his strength.

At that time, Yang Lin was extremely proud. With his early-stage cultivation in the Dragon Blood Realm, along with the silver equipment and weapons bestowed by the Cold Cloud Sect, he was confident he could battle against someone at the late stage of the Dragon Blood Realm.

After all, across the Dragon Martial Continent, there are very few who could fight beyond their ranks.

But when he saw today’s battle, that pride in his heart turned into a rock, deeply lodged in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out.

Any member of the God-Slaying Pavilion could fight beyond their ranks.

A profound sense of regret rose from Yang Lin’s heart, since Su Han had personally offered to take him as a disciple!

Although Yang Lin was not disdainful back then, his pride made him look down on Su Han.

“You, just a Dragon Vein Realm, want to take me as a disciple?”

Now, Su Han proved with his strength how big a mistake Yang Lin’s decision had been!

Compared to the Five Divine Guards, everything about Yang Lin seemed so laughable.

The cultivation base was no match for others, and as for weapons…

Best not mention it at all.

Among all the disciples of the God-Slaying Pavilion, even the ordinary ones possessed at least silver rank weapons. The weapons held by the members of the Five Divine Guard Corps were of the high-grade silver level and even included some of the gold rank.

The captains of the Five Divine Guard Corps wore gold rank sets—the Flowing Fire Sets!

“If I had agreed to Su Han’s offer back then, would I now be a captain of one of the Divine Guard Corps?” Yang Lin had asked himself countless times.

He looked up at the figure in white in the void.

Months ago, their cultivation bases had been equal.

Now, he had reached the Dragon Blood Realm, while Su Han was still in the Dragon Vein Realm.

It seemed like he was somewhat stronger, but in reality, there was a world of difference between the two.

“What a pity…”

Yang Lin took a deep breath and silently shook his head.

Su Han had offered to make him his disciple twice, but Yang Lin had refused both times. Su Han had said that if Yang Lin refused again, he would never have another chance to join the God-Slaying Pavilion.

Now, even if Yang Lin wanted to join, it was no longer possible.

Yang Lin finally realized that Su Han hadn’t been boasting, and that he himself had stubbornly pushed away a chance to become a world-class powerhouse.

…

Not just Yang Lin, but nearly all disciples within the Cold Cloud Sect felt this profound regret spreading through their hearts.

Su Han had once visited the Cold Cloud Sect to choose fifty disciples, and they had scornfully declined. Not only did they not join, but they also yelled out their resignations, looking down on the God-Slaying Pavilion greatly.

Thinking back, what kind of changes would have occurred had they joined the God-Slaying Pavilion then?

“Kill!”

The disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect turned their regret into anger, and their anger into a killing intent. The disciples of the Sect of True Martial Arts became the best outlet for their venting.

Though this may seem long, everything happened in a flash.

“Boom!”

During their remorse, in the void, the river of weapons under Su Han’s control reached its ultimate speed. Despite Hua Hai’s attempt to deploy all his tricks, he was ultimately caught up.

“Scram!”

Hua Hai roared, his Dragon God Realm power erupted, and terrifying Dragon Qi spread from his hands and rushed towards the weapons.

In that instant, the weapons collided with Hua Hai’s Dragon Qi and broke through it in a flash!

Hua Hai’s face drastically changed; although he had anticipated his defeat against Su Han, he had not expected his Dragon God Realm Dragon Qi to be as fragile as paper against those weapons!

“So strong!”

The disciples of the Starry Divine Guard Corps all gasped in surprise. Although they had seen the strength of the Sun Sword God, such a scene, only when witnessed firsthand, could they grasp its terror.

These were merely weapons without any rank. What if these were thirty thousand silver level weapons, or even gold rank or purple gold rank weapons?

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

A series of weapons pierced through Hua Hai’s body, and his physical body nearly instantly had thousands of holes appear.

“Bang!”

His body exploded, and a shadow screamed as it escaped, quickly fleeing towards the distance.

“Better not run.”

Su Han spoke calmly, covering several thousand meters in a single step. His palm pressed down towards Hua Hai’s escaping Primordial Spirit.