novelzi Chapter 280 Battle with Blood-Dragon.
Chapter 280 Battle with Blood-Dragon.
BOOOOM~!
Yang Wei darted at an explosive speed to dodge one of Blood-Dragon's powerful tail swings. Evading such a massive creature required instantaneous reflexes, but even after dodging, he was flung through the air like a ragdoll by the shockwave from its gargantuan tail.
"Too close for comf──"
Yang Wei couldn't finish as Blood-Dragon opened its mouth wide, making him look like a bug, and shot out a barrage of blood discs that sliced through the air like mini-missiles.
"All this for one pill...?!"
Yang Wei gathered his fang Qi, spread out his arms, and conjured hundreds, maybe thousands, of fang swords that zoomed straight towards the blood discs like missiles.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
But these discs were faster and more powerful than Yang Wei's fang swords. Each one tore through his barrage, reducing them to mere spiritual energy particles that faded away.
Zuuuuuuu~!
The blood discs continued hurtling towards Yang Wei with a speed that outpaced the wind itself.
Time was running out. Yang Wei knew he had no time to spare. He gathered a bright golden energy in his right palm and shot it forward. A blinding gold light burst from his palm, forming a nearly transparent, shining gold tortoise shell.
Heavenly Shell Invocation!
The moment the blood discs collided with the shell, it shattered like glass.
In an instant, the deadly curtain of blood discs, capable of slicing off mountaintops, closed in on Yang Wei at point-blank range.
BOOOOOM~~!
A powerful explosion of red light engulfed him from all sides, flooding him with overwhelming blood Qi.
Ssssss~~
Despite the onslaught, Blood-Dragon remained unsettled.
It was certain Yang Wei wasn't yet dead.
When the light finally dimmed, Yang Wei hovered there, breathing heavily, his body marked with deep burns and his pristine white robes in tatters.
Hah~! Hah~! Hah~~!
He panted furiously, glaring at the blood-red dragon.
A Gold Core cultivator would typically not survive such a potent attack, and even Nascent Soul experts would struggle.
That was how powerful this blood creature's attack was, and it still hadn't revealed the full extent of its power.
The secret to Yang Wei's survival lay in the treasure he had used last minute──the Phoenix Feather Fan, a defensive artifact capable of withstanding Nascent Soul level attacks! If Blood-Dragon hadn't been vastly stronger than a Nascent Soul cultivator, Yang Wei might have emerged from the attack unscathed.
"I owe Meixiu a kiss for this one..." Yang Wei muttered.
He clearly felt gratitude towards the protective treasure. Soon, the fan began its healing function, swiftly repairing all of Yang Wei's wounds. It was operating on a dual principle!
For every attack that it would receive, there would be an equal and opposite reaction!
"I feel new again." Yang Wei chuckled as he inspected his body.
Raaawr~! Grrrr~~!
Rawr~!
Tianyi barked from below, eager to aid his master, but Yang Wei halted him with a firm gesture.
"No, stay down there!"
...
At Green Sanctuary Peak, a group of younger disciples huddled together, their faces pale with fear.
"This is the end of our sect!"
"N-, no! We can't lose hope yet, we have our Fate Defying Elder... P-, Peak Chief Yang!"
They watched in horror as the lush greenery of their territory was consumed by the blood. Trees withered and died, flowers disintegrated, and the very earth seemed to rot under the tide's corrosive touch.
Guo Xiaomei barked orders, urging the younger ones to retreat to higher ground.
Sigh~
She knew most of her disciples weren't fighters, so she tolerated their fear.
...
Hnnn~~!
Yang Wei watched as the blood Qi drowned everything it touched. He could end it all by unsealing his magic, but doing so would likely mean losing access to his medicinal pill. Yet, he couldn't stand by and let his allies fall for the sake of his pursuit of medicine.
The only ones likely to be safe were those with a high enough cultivation base, the Blood Demon Clan, and Sun Yurong.
Surviving the corrosive nature of this realm-shaking attack required at least a Nascent Soul cultivation base or a foundation in blood Qi cultivation──a small number compared to those who would perish.
"Enough of this!" Yang Wei shouted.
He raised a hand and called forth a powerful torrent of swirling blood Qi. The blood Qi gathered until it nearly covered the entire Celestial Serpent Sect.
Zuuuuuu~!
Moments later, a flash of red light surged, and five massive blood-colored swords were held aloft by Yang Wei's supernatural hold. These gigantic blood swords blazed red as if they could dry the oceans with a touch, each over 500 meters long.
"Rraaahhh!"
With a powerful gesture, Yang Wei hurled the five massive blood swords downward.
FWOOOOSH-CRASSSH~~!!
They crashed into the earth of the five main peaks, repelling the sea of blood for a few precious moments.
Frustration grew on Yang Wei's face.
"Not enough!"
He performed three double-handed incantation gestures.
"Then I'll just absorb it all!"
Unleashing heaven-shaking, earth-shattering power, Yang Wei made the blood sea blink out of existence in a flash.
Silence. . .
Everyone who truly witnessed him do this was left in shock.
Hah~! Hahh~~!
Yang Wei was a little exhausted.
While his year-long seclusion allowed him dive deep into his blood Qi cultivation. . . gathering so much blood Qi so quickly made his heart feel like it would fail.
"Sigh~ and there's still that dragon..."