Chapter 126 Yu Yuanzhen's Tragic Death! The Angel's Legacy!
The next moment, a vast and powerful sword intent erupted from the tip of the sword.
boom!
Yu Yuanzhen felt an irresistible force coming at him, and he was sent flying backward again.
This time, he flew higher and farther.
While he was in the air, he saw the white-clad figure following him like a shadow.
One sword.
Another sword strike.
Each sword strike seemed ordinary and unremarkable.
But each sword strike contained profound truths that he could not comprehend.
All his attacks and defenses became a joke in the face of that sword.
The sword flashed.
His dragon scales were peeled off piece by piece.
His body was covered with deep, bone-revealing sword wounds.
He was like a child being toyed with, completely powerless to fight back.
"No! I don't believe it!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared madly, squeezing every last bit of power from the Dragon King's soul bone within his body.
However, the more he struggled, the faster he was defeated.
Qian Daobai's sword seemed to have transformed into a net that completely blocked all his escape routes.
puff!
The final sword strike pierced Yu Yuanzhen's heart.
Yu Yuanzhen's body froze in mid-air.
He looked down at the long sword that had pierced his chest, and the madness and resentment in his eyes were gradually replaced by despair.
"Why...why..."
He muttered to himself.
Qian Daobai withdrew his longsword without answering his question.
There is no need to explain to a dead person.
Without the support of the longsword, Yu Yuanzhen's body began to slowly fall.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The fragment of the Dragon King's soul bone embedded in his chest suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.
A power far more violent than before surged out from the soul bone and poured back into Yu Yuanzhen's body.
"Aaaaaah!"
Yu Yuanzhen let out a scream that sounded inhuman.
His body swelled up rapidly, like an inflated balloon.
On his skin, there were jagged, blood-red cracks.
Soul bone backlash!
The power of this Dragon King soul bone fragment was far too great for him to fully control.
Now, severely injured and mentally unstable, he could no longer suppress this power and suffered a devastating backlash.
"No...I don't want to die..."
Amidst endless pain and fear, Yu Yuanzhen's consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
boom!
Finally, his body exploded into a dazzling cloud of blood mist in mid-air.
A powerful and ruthless figure, Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan.
Both body and soul perished.
The thousand cypress trees floated silently in the air, letting the blood mist dissipate, their white robes spotless.
He reached out and beckoned.
The dark golden fragment of the soul bone transformed into a stream of light and fell into his hand.
He played with the soul bone, which contained immense energy, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
It was as if everything they had just done was just a trivial matter.
The square below was already deathly silent.
All the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family looked up at the white-clad figure with the eyes of someone looking at a god.
Their faith, their pillar, their invincible patriarch...
He died just like that.
He died without any dignity.
Fear, like a plague, spread through their hearts.
Blood mist slowly dissipated in the air.
The once invincible sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen, didn't even leave behind a complete skeleton.
On Dragon Valley Square, hundreds of members of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family were frozen in place, their faces ashen, as if they had been collectively frozen in place by a spell.
Their eyes were empty, numb, and filled with extreme fear and despair.
The sect leader is dead.
The man who was like a god in their hearts, leading his family to stand at the pinnacle of the continent, was easily killed before their very eyes, like slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Even using the legendary ancient dragon king's soul bone, they couldn't budge the opponent in the slightest.
How can we fight like this?
Faith collapsed completely at that moment.
"Thump!"
It's unclear who was the first to succumb to the pressure, their legs buckling and they collapsed to their knees.
This action seems to be contagious.
"Splash! Splash! Splash!"
One after another, all the clansmen in the square, whether elders or disciples, knelt down.
They laid down their weapons, lowered their once proud heads, and their bodies trembled violently with fear.
The words of pleading stuck in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Because they knew how ridiculous and powerless it would be to beg for mercy in the face of this white-robed demon.
Qian Daobai put away the dark golden soul bone fragment and indifferently swept his gaze over the kneeling crowd below.
There was no pity, no murderous intent, and not even any emotion in his eyes.
Just like humans, they don't care about a nest of ants passing by.
"The Grand Master..."
Qianjun Douluo, who was standing to the side, bowed and stepped forward, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"What should be done with these people?"
Although he was arrogant, he would never commit the act of slaughtering unarmed people.
Qian Daobai did not answer him.
He simply raised his hand, extended a finger, and gently touched the Dragon Valley beneath his feet.
But in the next instant, an invisible and intangible yet omnipresent sword intent descended.
The hundreds of Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex members kneeling on the ground trembled violently.
Immediately, fine lines of blood appeared on their foreheads, necks, chests... every part of their bodies.
Their eyes instantly lost all their sparkle.
Then, their bodies, like sand sculptures, silently and inch by inch, turned into dust.
A gust of wind blew by, leaving nothing behind.
It's not just people.
The plaza, the main hall, the pavilions and towers in the valley...
Everything was erased from existence by this sword intent.
In just a few breaths, the entire Dragon Valley was transformed into a desolate, flat plain.
Only the dragon's roar, still echoing in the mountains, seems to tell of the place's past glory.
Qianjun Douluo stared blankly at all of this, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
One finger.
Just one finger.
One of the three great sects that had been passed down for thousands of years, just like that... gone?
Not even a trace was left.
What terrifying power this is!
Is this truly a level that human beings can reach?
The look in his eyes when he looked at Qian Daobai was no longer one of awe, but rather one of the piety of a mortal looking up at a deity.
After Qian Daobai finished doing all this, his expression remained calm and composed.
He turned around and walked on air.
"Let's go."
"This continent needs a cleanup."
His voice was soft, yet it sent a jolt through Qianjun Douluo's mind.
He knew that from this day forward, the world on the mainland was about to change completely.
...
at the same time.
Deep within the Spirit Hall, inside a hall shrouded in endless holy light.
This is the place where the angels and deities passed down their legacy.
(End of chapter)