Chapter 139: The Dragon-Slaying Sword

Right at that moment, an extremely dazzling golden light suddenly swept across the giant eyeball.

"Swoosh!"

As the golden light flashed past, the Southern Dragon King's arm was severed cleanly in an instant, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Lin An turned his head abruptly and looked at Ziyuan, who was launching an attack fueled by anger not far away. The purple-haired figure stepped through the void and walked slowly forward. In her hand, a liquid-like golden longsword flowed gently, silently radiating a destructive force. At the same time, a cold voice containing a bizarre and heavy pressure echoed across the surroundings...

"If you dare to lay a hand on him, this Empress will banish you to the Dragon Abyss for eternity!"

The Southern Dragon King's attack on Lin An at this moment was like touching Ziyuan's reverse scale, arousing her utter fury.

Though deep down Ziyuan knew that, given Lin An's strength, he would ultimately emerge completely unscathed, seeing the energy fluctuations emanating from the Southern Dragon King—fluctuations that even made her heart palpitate—ignited a raging fire within her.

From the bottom of her heart, she was utterly unwilling to see Lin An face any danger.

At this moment, Ziyuan was enveloped in a terrifying, heart-palpitating pressure. This pressure seemed to originate from the liquid-like golden longsword she held in her hand...

The Southern Dragon King stared blankly at his empty arm. After transforming his arm into a dragon limb, his physical defense had reached an immensely terrifying level. Even if he were hit head-on by a powerhouse at the five-star Dou Sheng level, his arm would not have been severed so easily.

Yet now, the reality lay bare before his eyes.

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword?! It's the Dragon-Slaying Sword?! You are actually able to summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword?!"

This blank stupor lasted for only a split second before he was snapped back to reality by the searing pain shooting from his severed arm. The Southern Dragon King jerked his head up, staring at Ziyuan as she stepped through the void, his gaze finally resting upon the golden liquid longsword clutched in her hand. His pupils instantly shrank to the size of needlepoints, and a terrified, incredulous scream involuntarily burst from his throat.

Nearby, the Western Dragon King and the Northern Dragon King also suffered violent shocks to their hearts. The fierce crimson in their eyes was instantly flooded with absolute horror. Trembling all over, they stared at the golden liquid sword in Ziyuan's grip, fear finally washing over their faces.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword was not merely a weapon; it was one of the supreme Dou Techniques of the Void Ancient Dragon clan. This technique could only be executed by an ancient dragon possessing the absolute purest royal bloodline. Even the three of them, as Dragon Kings, were incapable of wielding it.

Never had they expected that the current Ziyuan would actually be able to summon it. One must know that even the previous Dragon Emperor had only managed to barely summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword after reaching the six-star Dou Sheng level. Yet Ziyuan had not even broken through to the Dou Sheng realm yet—how could this not fill them with bone-chilling terror?

The Dragon-Slaying Sword, true to its name, was specifically designed to slaughter dragons. It was a unique capability exclusive to the Dragon Emperor. Unless one's strength far surpassed that of the ancient dragon wielding it, any other ancient dragon would be as fragile as tofu under this sword.

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword..."

On the Northern Dragon Island, everyone came to a sudden halt at that instant, lifting their heads to gaze at the slender figure stepping across the void with eyes filled with deep-seated dread. Many powerhouses found their bodies trembling uncontrollably—a fear and terror originating deep within their bloodlines. The Dragon-Slaying Sword was the single most terrifying existence in the hearts of all Void Ancient Dragons.

"His Majesty the Dragon Emperor has actually summoned the Dragon-Slaying Sword..."

The various elders of the Eastern Dragon Island trembled as they stared into the void, tears of excitement streaming down their old faces. Only a Dragon Emperor capable of summoning the Dragon-Slaying Sword was a true Dragon Emperor. From this moment onward, Ziyuan finally possessed the absolute authority to command the entire Void Ancient Dragon clan!

Zhu Li had never imagined that Ziyuan possessed the ability to summon the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Had he known earlier, he wouldn't have spent so much time walking on eggshells.

It seemed that the Dragon Emperor's choice to follow Qing Yan to their old lair was not a sudden whim, but a well-prepared plan.

Witnessing Ziyuan display such both courage and resourcefulness, Zhu Li seemed to foresee the renewed rise of the Void Ancient Dragon clan.

After all, their clan had remained dormant on the Dou Qi Continent for far too long, allowing once-despised Magical Beast tribes to rise above them.

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword has appeared! Who is the true Dragon Emperor? If you persist in your delusions, beware when the Dragon-Slaying Sword falls upon your heads and brings total destruction!" Zhu Li floated in mid-air, roaring sternly.

Hearing this roar, the expressions of some warriors from the three islands shifted slightly. Even the renowned Xuan Mo trio did not dare utter a single word at this moment.

The oppressive might of the Dragon-Slaying Sword radiating from the void gave them the chilling sensation of needles pricking their backs, as if that terrifying weapon—which slaughtered dragons as easily as chopping chickens—might suddenly descend upon their skulls.

"Thud! Thud!"

Silence enveloped the Northern Dragon Island. A moment later, some warriors from the three islands could no longer bear the pressure stemming from their bloodlines and dropped to their knees facing the distant void...

And this was merely the deterrence of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. If Ziyuan were to unleash her bloodline power without reservation, the intimidation would likely be even greater.

Following the surrender of the first batch, more and more ancient dragons struggled internally before making their choice and submitting.

Witnessing this scene, high-ranking figures of the three islands such as Xuan Mo saw their complexions turn increasingly pale. They knew that today, the situation was truly lost; henceforth, the Eastern Dragon Island would undoubtedly surpass the three major dragon islands by leaps and bounds...

"Run!"

As the situation on the Northern Dragon Island underwent a drastic upheaval, high up in the void, the Western Dragon King forcibly suppressed the terror surging in his heart and let out a furious roar. His figure instantly bolted backward in full retreat. Beside him, the Southern Dragon King no longer cared about his severed arm and hastily retreated with a pale, horrified expression.

At this point, the vast majority of the warriors were restrained by the intimidation of the Dragon-Slaying Sword and completely lost any thought of resistance. No matter how many men they had, it would be utterly useless; a real fight would make them no different from cannon fodder.

Their only remaining option was to flee this place.

"Rebellious scum, the Dragon-Slaying Sword shall execute you!"

Ziyuan gazed coldly at the two retreating figures with her purple eyes. A bone-chilling voice escaped her lips, and slowly, she raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword in her hand, slashing it through the empty air toward the Western Dragon King.

As the sword swept downward, a bizarre ripple flashed out like lightning from the tip of the blade.

Sensing the slash, the Western Dragon King felt his terror intensify further. A low roar escaped his throat as layers of dragon scales erupted across his head, body, arms, and most of his torso. These scales gleamed with a peculiar luster, appearing virtually indestructible.

However, this seemingly overwhelmingly powerful defense disintegrated and collapsed in the span of a single breath. The strange energy emanating from the Dragon-Slaying Sword pierced through the void and swept lightly across his body.

"Rip!"

As the ripple passed, the Western Dragon King's face instantly turned ashen, and he spat out a massive mouthful of fresh blood. Lowering his head in shock, he saw a massive, ferocious wound slashing diagonally across his shoulder all the way down to his waist. The tough dragon scales covering that area had split in two as easily as tofu, and from the cleaved surface, blood gushed out like a stream, faintly revealing his twitching internal organs within.

With a single sword strike, the Western Dragon King was heavily injured. The might of the Dragon-Slaying Sword was indeed truly terrifying to the Void Ancient Dragons.