Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 411 - 409 Nine Thousand Seven Hundred Pieces (4
Chapter 411: Chapter 409: Nine Thousand Seven Hundred Pieces! (4 more!)
Chapter 411: Chapter 409: Nine Thousand Seven Hundred Pieces! (4 more!)
“No!”
As soon as Eastern Ancestor’s words fell, without waiting for Jin Lan and the others to speak, a middle-aged man in white robes, carrying an air of authority, from One Slash Palace decisively spoke out.
“This grand Sect competition isn’t only for your Sword Immortal Tomb, Immortal Dao Court, and Giant Island. It’s true that disciples have died, but it was their greed that led to such an end. If it weren’t for that, how would they have met their deaths here? After this trial, if they are still alive, they will understand that there are things they can attain, but also things for which they are not yet qualified.”
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“Correct.”
From Divine Transformation Pavilion, another elder nodded in agreement.
He looked towards Jin Lan and the others, and with a cold smile said, “Thousands of years ago, at the twenty-eighth grand Sect competition, almost all the disciples from the Top Ten Sects died, yet the competition was not halted halfway through. How many people have died now? You question this and that, yet what’s the point?”
“Don’t forget, after the end of that twenty-eighth competition, any survivor almost invariably became the backbone of the major Sects. Their survival amidst such a crisis, not only their knowledge but also their way of doing things, problem-solving means, and even the sublimation of their spirit, all became greatly enhanced.”
Upon the conclusion of these words, the faces of the leaders from the other eight Super Sects turned somewhat unsightly.
Liushui Kuanghan glanced at the elder from Divine Transformation Pavilion and coldly snorted, “Easy for you to say, none of the disciples from Divine Transformation Pavilion have died, and they left in complete safety. Of course, you’re not worried!”
“Hahaha, with such a decisively acting girl, what do I need to worry about?” The elder laughed heartily, obviously very satisfied with Wen Ling.
Previously, when Wen Ling made an example by killing that young man, forcing Divine Transformation Pavilion to leave, this elder was slightly frowning.
But at this moment, he was extremely pleased with Wen Ling.
If the disciples of Divine Transformation Pavilion had not left earlier, they would have lost at least a thousand disciples by now, if not more!
“If this Sword Light isn’t an Artifact Spirit but someone’s doing, how would you explain that?” Duanmu Lin also spoke with somberness.
The middle-aged man from One Slash Palace said indifferently, “If there is indeed someone there, then it’s the greed of the disciples from your Sects. If this person is actually amongst them, this Long Knife must be his weapon. To attempt to seize a weapon from someone else’s hand requires the strength to do so; otherwise, dying would be in vain.”
“Xui Zifeng, you’d better be more respectful in your speech. After all, the disciples of One Slash Palace are still being besieged by Demon Beasts!” Duanmu Lin coldly retorted.
“If they die, it means their time has come. If they are alive, upon their return to the Sect, I will reward them,” Xui Zifeng’s words remained steady.
This was not an act, but truly his nature, or perhaps it could be said that most people in One Slash Palace are like this.
One Slash Palace is decisive in its actions, never dragging its feet or hesitating.
For example, those disciples currently surrounded by Demon Beasts show no fear on their faces.
They themselves chose to attend this grand competition, believing that even if they were to die, they might regret it, but it would be their own fault.
“In my view, the chances of a human being at the entrance of Mountain of the Divine Medicine are not high,”
Eastern Ancestor pondered, cutting off the sarcastic and scornful remarks of many Sect leaders: “Years ago, news had already spread that this grand competition would take place within Mountain of the Divine Medicine. Do you still believe that on the Dragon Martial Continent, someone would dare to challenge the authority of the Top Ten Super Sects?”
“Eastern Ancestor, months ago, Sect of the Battle God had two third-class strongholds annihilated, one second-class stronghold, and even had ten teams of Cold Silver Guards and one team of Cold Iron Guards killed,”
Jin Lan reported, which sounded like a narration but was actually a rebuttal.
The dignity of a Super Sect is indeed a permanent existence, but in the end, there are still those who wish to challenge it.
As her words concluded, before Eastern Ancestor could speak, an intense coldness emerged from the platform of Sect of the Battle God.
“Jin Lan, the Sect of the Battle God has already issued the Dragon Martial Wanted Order, this person won’t be at large for much longer. Don’t mention this matter as if it’s a talking point. For all we know, even the transportation lines of your Immortal Dao Court might have been destroyed by now!”
“Is that so?”
Jin Lan smiled lightly, without retorting further.
However, her demeanor made the opposing party’s face grow even more unsightly.
…
Inside the cave mansion at the entrance of the Mountain of the Divine Medicine:
Su Han’s face was slightly pale as he looked at the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade in his hand and shook his head with a wry smile.
“An Earth Nether Level weapon, though its power is enormous, the consumption is also extremely high,” Su Han murmured.
The three slashes he had just swung out were even when the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade was still sheathed.
If it were unsheathed, merely drawing the blade would drain all the Spiritual Energy at the Peak of the Dragon Spirit Realm within his body, as well as the threads of Spiritual Power!
“A single slash consumes as much as a Low-Level Forbidden Curse,” Su Han sighed.
When he cast the Forbidden Divine Art, he also exhausted all the Dragon Power within his body.
However, the main source of casting a Forbidden Curse relied chiefly on Magic Elements, and fortunately, Su Han was able to temporarily merge Magic Elements with Dragon Power. Otherwise, with his Cultivation Base of a Fifth Order Grand Magus, he wouldn’t have been able to cast it at all.
“If I could condense a Dragon Pill, the Dragon Power contained within it should be able to support the consumption of three slashes with the Ultimate Night of the Divine Blade drawn.”
“It seems that, if it’s not necessary, I’d better use this blade sparingly in the future…”
As he finished speaking, Su Han had a thought, and the Space Ring on his finger flickered, with a large number of Dragon Pills floating around him.
The Dragon Pills were all stained with blood. With a vibration of his Cultivation Base, the blood immediately turned into nothingness.
“Nine thousand seven hundred and thirty…”
Su Han swept his Divine Sense over these Dragon Pills, a trace of joy appearing on his face.
Each of these Dragon Pills was the size of a Demon Core, and nearly nine thousand of them made the cave mansion too small to fit them all.
Su Han had no choice but to blast open the cave mansion a little to lay down nearly nine thousand Dragon Pills flat.
“It’s been two years since I left the Phoenix Sect. These two years, I’ve finally gathered enough for the first Dragon Pill.”
He had previously devoured hundreds of Dragon Pills, and now, after condensing the first Dragon Pill with the remaining ones in the cave mansion, there were leftovers.
Taking a deep breath, Su Han’s gaze flickered. With a wave of his hand, exactly one thousand Dragon Pills floated up.
“Boom boom boom…”
Immediately afterwards, as Su Han’s thoughts moved, his Cultivation Base surged out, and those Dragon Pills turned into Dragon Power amidst a series of dull thuds.
Su Han operated the Demon Dragon Emperor Technique, and a vortex appeared above his head. The vortex was not large, but its suction force was extremely fierce, directly devouring all those threads of Spiritual Power!
