The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1164 - 630: The Distant Mountain Formation-Breaking Drum
Haha... Prince Jing’s wild laughter echoed across the lake, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, their faces showing confusion. Clearly, from beginning to end, it was Zhao Douan who had been mercilessly beating Prince Jing. Had Xu Wen gone mad?
However, besides the ordinary people present, there were many experts, and at this moment, with Prince Jing’s reminder, many saw the truth, their expressions slightly changing.
Prince Jing seemed to be intentional, laughing loudly: "Zhao Douan! This prince doesn’t know what method you used to actually steal the power of the Grand Ancestor Emperor, temporarily gaining this cultivation that doesn’t belong to you. However, the Heavenly Dao has its constants. You use mere worldly cultivation to forcibly borrow such a mighty power, do you think there won’t be a price? Haha, the longer you drag this out, the more your feeble body won’t be able to withstand the great power of the Dragon Essence. So, can you feel it now? Your internal organs are being damaged? Your meridians are about to shatter? The reason you’re stopping now is because you have no choice but to pause, right? But this is just a temporary relief, not a cure. If you don’t stop and continue to forcibly use the power of the Heavenly Human, before this prince dies, you’ll be crushed by the Dragon Essence first!"
His voice was loud, and indeed, intentionally so.
The purpose was, of course, to stabilize the army’s morale, to be heard by the experts of Qingshan. Otherwise, if the people of Qingshan fled, he would truly be in a pitiful state facing a siege by many experts.
And upon hearing his words, everyone looked again at Zhao Douan, standing silently in the center of the flames, with blood continuously flowing from his nose, ears, and eyes, and finally understood!
Indeed!
Borrowing such power for so long, how could there be no dreadful cost?
"But isn’t this the same Prince Jing who used the Buddhist Shariputra to enhance his cultivation? Doesn’t he have to pay a price too?" Jin Jian, his little face pale, raised a question.
Gongshu Tianyuan came forward with a solemn expression and said, "Of course, there is a cost! But don’t forget, Prince Jing himself is a half-step Celestial, his true realm is much higher than Brother Zhao’s, and he has prepared for many years to accommodate the Shariputra. Moreover, during the fight just now, although he seemed in a sorry state, he was primarily defending. Therefore, if the two continue to deplete their energy, it’s certain Brother Zhao will be unable to hold on first!"
Jin Jian’s grip on the magic wand tightened, his knuckles turning colorless, as he looked toward the "Flame King" in the sky and murmured, "Then what can we do? Right, didn’t you bring a big..."
"Mm—" The young priestess had just started speaking when Gongshu Tianyuan cast a spell to silence her. The short, plump priest said nothing, his small eyes glinting:
Given his understanding of Zhao Douan, Brother Zhao must have some plan.
...
"Tick—"
"Tick—"
In the scorching flames, every drop of blood was swiftly burned into a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace.
Zhao Douan felt the qi mechanism roiling inside him, and the bleeding organs throughout his body, and smiled. He calmly looked at Prince Jing: "You’re right, but it’s enough to kill you."
He didn’t deny it because there was no point.
The power of the Dragon Essence was far more fierce and domineering than the Shariputra. Zhao Douan could feel that he hadn’t fully unleashed the Dragon Essence.
The best plan, actually, was to stimulate the Dragon Essence to awaken and kill Prince Jing in a short time. This way, the pressure he had to endure would be minimal. However, unlike the many small figures who were easily crushed along this journey, as the leader of the "Eight Princes," Prince Jing was indeed a heroic figure, a strong dragon capable of contending with the Empress for the world. Therefore, if he could quickly defeat the opponent, it would be unrealistic.
"Are you sure there’s still enough time for you?" Prince Jing sneered, his eyes disdainful: "Do you dare to use it again..."
The next moment, Zhao Douan stood in the flames, raised his arms horizontally, and clenched his fists as if holding invisible drumsticks. Then, he hammered them down simultaneously in the air in front of him.
"Boom!"
Within ten miles, everyone heard a deep drumbeat.
At the same time, the smug Prince Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, as if struck by an invisible giant force, and he was smashed into the water, raising ripples!
But simultaneously, Zhao Douan, who was beating the drum, also spat out a mouthful of blood, and more blood flowed from his seven orifices.
The "Far Mountain Breaking Formation Drum"?!
In the sky, Wu Xiankui, who was locked in battle, briefly cast a glance below upon hearing the drumbeat.
His eyes showed a different look.
This move was created by the Grand Ancestor Emperor of Yu Country, but it was said to be lost later, with no descendants of the royal family able to master it.
Yet today, it was actually witnessed.
"How dare you be distracted while fighting with me?" The Empress’s eyes were stern, and the sword light swung out like a blazing chain, leaving a crimson sword mark on Wu Xiankui’s chest.
"Splash!"
Prince Jing flew out of the lake, his eyes wary, mixed with astonishment: "Are you mad?!"
He could see that Zhao Douan was completely using a fighting style of "wound the enemy by eight hundred, injure himself by a thousand."
"What does Your Highness mean by this?" Zhao Douan smiled, raised his hands again, and hammered the air drum.
"Boom!"
With the second drumbeat, Prince Jing let out another miserable cry, was smashed into the water, and when he emerged, his face was twisted with rage: "If you continue to drum, you will die first for sure!"
Zhao Douan’s blood had already stained his chest red, but he still smiled calmly: "I made a military vow at Dragon Court that if I do not kill you, I will die anyway."
After saying that, the third drum sounded.
"Boom!"
With the third beat of the Breaking Formation Drum, Prince Jing was severely beaten, the Shariputra within him dimming.
Meanwhile, Zhao Douan had almost turned into a man of blood, the flames beneath him beginning to contract, and the power of the Red Flame Saint Armor was about to be exhausted.
