novelzi Chapter 470: Drawing Swords
Chapter 470: Drawing Swords
Chapter 470: Drawing Swords
Clang!
A copper lid materialized and sealed the Qilin Bell—transformed into a blazing furnace—shut, swiftly capping the roaring flames within.
Inside the bell, Li Jie masterfully commanded his fire energy and the flames from his divine soul to carefully inscribe arrays onto the sword scabbard.
His divine soul hovered within his sea of consciousness like a fiery deity.
Unique arrays shimmered on the surface of the Qilin Bell, with some resembling fiery phoenixes, vermilion birds, and even flaming lions.
The arrays fluctuated, generating tiny flickering flames that Li Jie deftly guided into the sword scabbard with his divine soul.
A new intricate array would emerge on the sword scabbard with each tiny flame that entered it. Some were imbued with sealing power while others were designed to suppress the turbulence of the demonic soul within.
"A Rank Eight Flame Dragon," Li Jie muttered, a hint of worry flashing across his round, flushed face.@@@@
He had sensed Long Yan approaching and had quickly sealed the furnace to prevent the dragon from disrupting his work on the nearly completed scabbard.
"Pang Jian has reached the Nirvana Realm in just over a decade. He's also been making waves recently.
"But Long Yan is a Rank Eight Flame Dragon with a pure bloodline. He's likely here for me. I don't know if Pang Jian can handle him."
Li Jie did not know the specifics of Pang Jian's grudge against the Dragon Lair Sect, but he knew his family had staked everything on supporting the Four-Eyed Spirit Fox. His sister, Li Yuqing, had even gone to the Sacred Soul Continent to assist the Fey King.
The Dragon Lair Sect had made it clear to the outside world that no external interference in the struggle for the Fey God position would be tolerated.
Evidently, his family's clandestine involvement had been discovered, and the Flame Dragon had come to deliver retribution.
Everything made perfect sense.
Although it had been years since he had last seen Pang Jian, Li Jie did not doubt that Pang Jian would stand up for him.
His concern was whether Pang Jian could actually handle the Rank Eight Flame Dragon.
All Li Jie could do now was seal the furnace and focus on finishing the scabbard to avoid adding to Pang Jian's troubles.
"Let's hope the rumors are true and that you've grown strong enough to stand against a Rank Eight dragon,' he murmured.
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Whoosh!
Long Yan transformed into his human form and descended beside the furnace, a grin stretching across his face. "Pang Jian, we meet again."
A domineering aura emanated from the Rank Eight Flame Dragon as his crimson eyes swept across Pang Jian's black-gold sword.
From this close, his bloodline instinctively resonated with the black-gold sword, confirming his suspicion that Long Zhan's horn and claws had been absorbed into the sword.
The Dragon Lair Sect was fiercely insular from the outside world, which also made them extraordinarily unified internally.
All dragons with pure bloodlines from the Dragon Lair Sect supported one another. The older dragons guided and nurtured the younger generation, never stooping to the scheming and political machinations often seen among the human race.
Since ancient times, the older dragons had always cared for the younger ones, while the younger dragons revered and respected their elders.
As a Rank Eight Flame Dragon, Long Yan shared Long Zhan's passion for combat, and the Gold Dragon had even meticulously trained him for an extended period. This had fostered a deep bond between them.
Long Yan greatly respected all elder dragons, but his reverence for Long Zhan ran the deepest.
"We meet again," Pang Jian repeated, expression indifferent.
Long Yan peered around with narrow eyes and sighed casually. "The whole Abyss is waiting for your master to ascend to the True God Realm. It's too bad there's been no news from the Sword Pavilion."
"Pang Jian, don't think that killing a Rank Eight warrior from the Radiant Race has made you invincible.
"Any dragon of the same level as you will forever be the insurmountable peak you can never surpass!
"I'll kill you first before finishing off that brat from the Divine Treasure Sect's Li Family!"
With that, the Rank Eight Flame Dragon transformed into a crimson dragon.
Although Long Yan's true dragon form exceeded a thousand zhang in length, he opted to shift to a smaller size at only a few dozen zhang long.
While his immense size granted him an overwhelming advantage when battling Great Feys, the same could not be said for human cultivators like Pang Jian.
Thus, he chose to sacrifice the length of his dragon body for the sake of agility and precision, exchanging size for a more refined and pure strength.
A blast of fiery dragon's breath spewed from his mouth.
Incredibly fine flaming crystalline sparks, etched with the Dao of Fire, instantly transformed the area into Long Yan's domain.
The sky seemed to burn and the earth boiled into molten lava as the dragon's breath swept forward.
It was like time and space were on the brink of collapse and the world was about to turn to ashes from this single dragon's breath.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The blazing patterns on the surface of the Qilin Bell flickered chaotically. The flames inside the bell and Li Jie's fire energy both trembled under the overwhelming influence of Long Yan's fiery breath.
The flames darted about wildly as they tried to merge with Long Yan's breath, only to be extinguished under Li Jie's desperate control.
Li Jie secretly observed the happenings outside from beneath the Qilin Bell. All he could see was Long Yan's fiery breath swallowing Pang Jian in a raging sphere of flames.
The sphere of flames was enormous, and Li Jie could not discern Pang Jian's figure within the blazing inferno.
"The Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars do not affect the dragons, meaning they all have unmatched combat prowess.
"Moreover, Long Yan is one of the most exceptional among the Rank Eight dragons.
"Pang Jian..." Li Jie was deeply concerned.
The two had been apart for many years, and he had only recently discovered that Pang Jian of the Sword Pavilion was the same person he had once met in Eight Trigrams City.
No matter how much the outside world praised Pang Jian's combat prowess, Li Jie could not help but remain slightly skeptical as he had not witnessed it with his own eyes.
Pang Jian had only recently advanced to the Nirvana Realm. Li Jie feared he would not be able to overcome this Rank Eight Flame Dragon.
After all, he was well aware of the terrifying power of the Dragon Race.
Crackle! Crackle!
Pang Jian's protective shield popped like roasting beans as the flames engulfed him. Despite the sounds, his protective shield was unmatched in sturdiness among those of the same cultivation realm and completely shielded him from the flames.
Observing outside the sphere of flames with his divine sense, he saw Long Yan—now shrunken to only a few zhang in length—flying towards him after unleashing his dragon's breath.
During their first encounter, outside of Spirit Offering, Pang Jian was still weak and did not have the power to resist Long Yan.
When he encountered Long Yan in the Rock Bear's territory, he was still a cultivation realm behind the Rank Eight Flame Dragon and knew he stood no chance of victory, even with the Abyssal Demon Sword and the Heart of Winter.
However, he had since ascended to the Nirvana Realm.
Pang Jian's battle with Lie Yi had allowed him to gain enlightenment regarding his sword technique. He had also absorbed a large amount of stellar and lunar energies from the Stellar-Lunar Veins.
Unlike before, he now had the confidence to fight back against the Rank Eight Flame Dragon!