Chapter 22 Part 1
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Chapter 22: Visitor From Heaven (1)
What is absolute power?
Absolute power is the kind of strength that can crush anything that stands in its way without a second thought!
After consuming the blood of the black dragon, Kite felt as if he had been thrust into a furnace.
He was burning.
A tremendous surge of dragon power churned wildly inside him.
His body felt like it was about to shatter, as though the terrifying force could erupt from deep within him at any moment.
But he forced himself to endure.
In addition to his cunning, Kite possessed extraordinary endurance.
The searing pain?
He had long since become accustomed to it.
The overwhelming power threatening to tear his body apart?
He had faced this countless times before.
As long as he could grow stronger, a bit of pain was nothing.
A few seconds passed.
Kite stretched his arms wide, purple and black lightning crackling around him.
He opened his mouth and unleashed an ear-splitting roar.
“Aahhhhh!”
It was done.
“Pop pop pop.”
The sound of bone fragments being reassembled echoed in the air.
“Ouch!”
Then, a golden light—out of place with its surroundings—shot out from the center of the Sansheng Stele.
Kite’s back arched slightly, and a spiny tail shot from his tailbone.
At the same time, the cry that had emerged from his throat morphed into something different.
It was a dragon’s roar, filled with an endless well of murderous intent and resentment.
These elements fused together like a great sword, slicing through the air in every direction.
The first to feel its wrath was Bai Lian.
She stood less than ten feet away from Kite, but just as the wave was about to strike her, it curved sharply around her face.
“?!”
Bai Lian was confused.
She wasn’t hurt, but the others weren’t so fortunate.
The magic seal formed by the Taixuan Taoist Sect shattered.
Except for the Swordmaker, everyone else sustained injuries of varying degrees.
Without the protection of the Sealing Magic Array, the entire Canglong Garden was shaved bald by the force of the wind.
Several bystanders, who had been watching the scene unfold, were knocked down immediately.
The most unfortunate were the Shadow Guards.
They lay helpless on the ground, unable to respond in time to the attack.
This time, they were truly gravely injured.
After all, most of them were only at the Soul Changing Stage, and only a few had reached the Transcendency Stage.
This…
Bai Lian stared at the Shadow Guard lying lifeless beside her feet.
His soul had been shattered.
Unless an Immortal descended, he was beyond saving.
That was harsh.
She turned and looked up at Kite, now soaring through the air.
He had gone mad, even turning on his own allies.
It would be impossible for her not to feel fear when faced with someone like him.
But…
Bai Lian had learned something from her short life.
The more one feared, the more fear would consume them.
The best way to conquer that fear?
Face it head-on.
And if it became too much to bear, simply flip the situation off—stick up your middle finger and shout, “F*ck you!”
At least then, you could die with some dignity.
As Bai Lian was deep in thought, Marquis Wu’an also ceased his fighting, his gaze now locked onto Kite.
Did he drink the black dragon’s blood?
His eyes narrowed.
If Kite could seize this moment to kill Bai Lian, that would be ideal.
Even if he failed, Kite’s actions would undoubtedly draw all attention, and by then, no one would remember that Marquis Wu’an still had the black dragon’s blood.
“Bringing him here was the right choice!”
Marquis Wu’an inwardly chuckled, though his face twisted into an expression of fury.
He pointed at Kite and shouted, “Beast, you… You drank all the blood of the black dragon!”
No one was paying attention to his outburst at that moment.
But he didn’t care.
It didn’t matter whether there was an audience or not.
Then…
Swipe!
A streak of blood-red light flashed across Marquis Wu’an’s face.
He touched the bloodstain and stared murderously at Kite, who had just struck.
“Disagree?”
Kite laughed coldly. His face was now covered in scales.
Once I deal with Bai Lian, I’ll kill all of you!
No one will be able to stand in my way!
Very well.
Marquis Wu’an eventually relented.
Kite’s power had become far too terrifying—let Bai Lian bear the brunt of it.
In the midst of the chaos, the Swordmaker began to increasingly admire Bai Lian.
Although he wasn’t hurt, the Swordmaker had to use eighty percent of his strength just to break through the sound wave.
But Bai Lian, she was different.
She stood there, unmoved, without even lifting a finger, and the violent gusts of wind naturally parted around her.
“This… this is truly the art of an Immortal Emperor,” he thought, as he absentmindedly touched the rough patch of skin on his chin.
The False Immortal Emperor Kite versus the True Immortal Emperor Bai Lian!
Who will prevail? Who will fall? Is there really any question left?
In that moment, Kite licked his dry lips.
He had finally, completely, mastered the immense power of the black dragon’s blood!
The magnitude of this power was overwhelming—limitless, unfathomable.
Just half a day ago, Marquis Wu’an had seemed like an insurmountable figure to him.
But now… times had changed.