MM Racing Chapter 463: The Three of You, Come At Me Together
Chapter 463: The Three of You, Come At Me Together
"PFFT—"
Long Aomu’s body erupted in a spray of blood. Gravely wounded, he was sent flying back violently!
"AARGH— Damn you, you little bitch! I’m going to kill you!"
Long Aomu sensed his Battle Power dropping. His Soul had been wounded and his Talent damaged. He was instantly overcome with shock and fury, unable to stop himself from roaring in rage.
"The three of you, come at me together! If I can’t kill you all, then I’m not Ye Yuemei!"
Ye Yuemei coughed up blood repeatedly, her face deathly pale.
Her Soul had also suffered a backlash.
This immature Dao, which controlled two terrifying Cultivation Techniques, attacked by borrowing power that went against the Celestial Dao, much like a Heaven-defying Dao.
Although the effect was potent, it was a very immature Dao. It was a classic case of "killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own."
The white Guardian Ancestral Artifact flew back, shielding the three from above.
The three stumbled through the air to regroup, faces etched with shock and anger.
Their previous arrogance and condescending attitude had long since vanished.
"It seems you’ve also learned some soul-burning method from that Ye Tianling. But in your current state, what do you have left to fight us with?"
Long Aoshan took a deep breath, suppressing his shock and anger as he demanded coldly.
"Mei’Er, I will teach you the Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique—the *true* Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique! All their schemes are just to learn its core Profound Meaning. A pity that with their Ability and fortune, they can forget about it for the rest of their lives."
Long Qingzhuo forced Long Fengyang back but didn’t press the attack, speaking with pride.
"Elder Qingzhuo, there’s no need. I can still fight!"
Ye Yuemei’s tone was firm.
Even though her condition was just as dire, her conviction was exceptionally firm.
"Brother Tianling could fight the Sword Ancestor and the Sword God even at the Sword Soul Realm. And that was in a Small World—a Small World everyone looks down on, but a Small World is still a World. Since it’s a World, there’s no fundamental difference! I may not be able to do what he did, but what’s so difficult about dealing with three mere, injured Void Realm Cultivators?"
Ye Yuemei’s Dao Heart grew even firmer.
Her resolute and extremely confident gaze, however, made the three from the Long Clan uncertain and suspicious.
This confidence instilled a sense of dread in them. Before the fight even resumed, their momentum had already faltered.
"Leave this to me! Why should you need to fight her?"
Long Fengyang finally stepped forward.
At this moment, he had to step up to save face for these Divine Sons and Divine Ladies.
Long Aoshan and the other two said nothing, retreating several steps to avoid the brunt of Ye Yuemei’s attack.
"Long Qingzhuo, I suggest you watch yourself! So what if you’ve broken through? Your lifespan is depleted and your bloodline has decayed. You might have the strength for a few moves, but after that? What will you fight me with then?"
Long Fengyang snapped coldly.
His voice was chilling, laced with waves of a Soul-Suppressing Sound.
This sound was powerful enough to deliver a fatal blow to Ye Yuemei’s Soul.
But Ye Yuemei allowed the sound to wash over her, showing no intention of defending herself. And while the sound was enough to kill an ordinary Void Realm Cultivator, it did her no harm.
Likewise, Long Qingzhuo was also completely unaffected.
Long Fengyang’s expression grew even more solemn.
"Let me see just how capable you really are!"
Long Fengyang muttered, then unleashed the Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique!
When he used this technique, it was truly terrifying.
"WHOOSH—"
With a single strike, he manifested an Ancient Dragon Soul that began to devour the heavens and the earth.
In one gulp, it enveloped Long Qingzhuo and swallowed her whole.
"PFFT! PFFT! PFFT—"
The chains shackling Long Qingzhuo also snapped at that moment, exploding like streaks of fire.
The three, Long Aoshan included, were taken aback and retreated discreetly.
Ye Yuemei, however, was horrified. "Elder Qingzhuo!" she cried out.
An anxious look appeared on Ye Yuemei’s face. Having personally witnessed Long Fengyang swallow Long Qingzhuo, she was naturally worried sick.
Even if Long Qingzhuo had once possessed extraordinary Talent and dazzling genius, that was all in the past.
After the World had completely changed, although she was still skilled, how could she unleash any real power when she was so grievously injured and her bloodline so depleted?
Ye Yuemei prepared to strike immediately. Even though her Battle Power was weaker than before, she was not afraid to fight to the death.
But at that moment, Long Fengyang’s entire body shuddered.
"PFFT—"
A bloody mist erupted directly from his chest.
Within the bloody mist, crimson cracks began to spread across his body.
"AARGH—"
Long Fengyang’s pupils suddenly contracted. A furious look filled his eyes as he bellowed, "Long Qingzhuo!"
The cracks on his body healed rapidly, and the exploding blood mist quickly converged back into him.
But then, the cracks and blood mist reappeared even faster than before.
"PFFT! PFFT! PFFT—"
Finally, Long Fengyang lost control. His physical body exploded, transforming into a dense, crimson fog.
The blood mist resembled an exploding mushroom cloud, an exceptionally bloody and bizarre sight.
And from within it, Long Qingzhuo emerged. Dressed in a cyan gauze skirt, its fabric fluttering, she stood suspended in the Void.
She seemed to have transformed into a young, beautiful Fairy, transcendent and peerlessly divine.
She stood quietly in the Void, her beautiful cyan gauze skirt untouched by even a speck of dust or a drop of blood.
At the same time, she held up a mirror and shone it at the blood mist that was Long Fengyang.
"BOOM—"
A ball of fire suddenly burst into a raging inferno.
"AARGH—"
Within the Flame, a Demon Soul roared ceaselessly, struggling and twisting. Streaks of destructive Dao Marks exploded from within it as miserable howls rang out intermittently.
"PFFT—"
Suddenly, Long Qingzhuo spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Her face paled rapidly.
Seeing this, Ye Yuemei immediately charged toward Long Aoshan and the other two.
"CHH-CHH-CHH—"
Ye Yuemei fought one against three. Protected by the powerful Ancestral Artifact, Long Aoshan and his companions battled Ye Yuemei with frenzied intensity.
Long Qingzhuo used the mirror to lock onto Long Fengyang, intending to refine him to death while he was still alive.
"FZZT— FZZT—"
At this moment, the Void trembled, and several more projections descended.
Long Qingzhuo’s expression changed. She put away the mirror and unleashed a fierce strike that enveloped Long Aoshan and the other two.
"WHOOSH—"
The mirror shot out a blinding ray of Divine Power, which enveloped the bowl-shaped Ancestral Artifact.
The bowl’s Defense Power vanished in an instant, and it was suppressed.
As for Long Aoshan and the other two, they were instantly swept up by the mirror and pulled into an unknown Space.
"Damn it! You bitch!"
In the distance, the former Saint Masters of the Dragon Race appeared, along with several other ancestral figures of the Dragon Race—great personages from the Ancient Venerable Era.
"Long Qingzhuo, release Aoshan, Aomu, and Ao Li. We can talk things over."
Long Qingwan stepped forward.
Her expression was incredibly complex.
"At a time like this, you still have the nerve to say that? Have you already forgotten the promises you made while kneeling and kowtowing?"
Long Qingzhuo gave Long Qingwan a long, deep look, her disappointment in her now absolute.