Martial God Asura

Chapter 6621: The Dragon Breath Clan’s Defeat

A behemoth dwelled inside the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s barrier.

Towering at over ten thousand meters tall and spanning over ten thousand meters in length, it resembled a lizard carrying a mountain. It hissed at the golden dragon silhouette covering the sky.

It was a formation entity.

All the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s world spiritists in the realm channeled the formation with all their might. This formation was their final hand. Despite the preparations they had made beforehand, their faces were warped in despair and fear.

They knew they would be killed if the barrier was breached.

Two elders stood on the head of the behemoth.

One had black hair, while the other had white hair, though their wrinkled faces suggested that there wasn’t a huge gap in their ages. They were the two Saint-tier elders guarding this realm.

Jie Tianran had dispatched them here to handle a task. Things had initially gone smoothly, but who could have thought that things would go awry?

The black-haired elder wielded a sword in his left hand and a massive revolving golden wheel resembling a shield in his right. Both weapons were world spiritist treasures.

He had mustered his courage to fight to his death.

In contrast, the white-haired elder looked like he was suffering from a mental breakdown. He closed his eyes and murmured, “What a twist of fate. To think that I, a Saint-tier elder from the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion, would die in the hands of the lowly Dragon Breath Clan!”

His words were dripping with indignation.

Just then, he abruptly opened his eyes and exchanged looks with the black-haired elder, as if verifying something. Delight erupted from their faces.

Both of them quickly formed a series of hand seals.

Weng!

Sacred white lights emanated from their bodies and enveloped their clothes, skin, hair, and beard. Even the black-haired elder’s world spiritist treasures were enveloped by the white light.

“It’s true. We’re able to tap into this power!” the white-haired elder exclaimed.

“We won’t be the ones to die today!” the black-haired elder cheered. He charged out of the barrier while roaring, “How dare you invade our territory, the Dragon Breath Clan? For your disrespect, I, as a Saint-tier elder from the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion, shall vanquish you!”

He charged into the dragon breath instead of taking a detour, but somehow, the dragon breath failed to hurt him. If anything, he was getting closer and closer to the golden dragon silhouette.

“Something is off.” Long Mucheng frowned.

She could tell that the black-haired elder’s golden wheel was an extraordinary treasure, but she had already beat the living daylights out of the black-haired elder while he was wielding it earlier. For some reason, the golden wheel was emanating power several times greater than before.

The power didn’t seem to originate from the golden wheel itself. Rather, it seemed to be from the sacred white light shrouding the black-haired elder.

The black-haired elder could have attacked Long Mucheng more efficiently after his power-up, but he had chosen to march straight against the dragon breath. That was clearly a taunt against the Dragon Breath Clan.

However, the dragon breath was already the strongest means at Long Mucheng’s disposal.

In a way, this showed how much stronger the black-haired elder had become under the effects of the white light.

Boom!

The golden dragon silhouette suddenly wavered as a blue beam of light wrapped itself around its body. It was a formation constructed by the white-haired elder.

The blue beam of light tightly constricted the golden dragon silhouette, causing its body to distort. At this rate, it might be squeezed into shreds.

“Dragon Breath Clansmen, channel all your bloodline power into the Golden Dragon Formation!”

“Understood!”

The Dragon Breath Clansmen’s bloodline power flowed into the golden dragon silhouette like a flood of water, causing its dragon breath to intensify.

The black-haired elder was on the verge of reaching the golden dragon silhouette when the increased intensity overwhelmed him. Shock flickered across his face, and he quickly turned tail and fled.

Unfortunately, his escape placed the dragon breath directly in the barrier’s line of fire. The barrier disintegrated right away.

“They want to massacre our people!” the black-haired elder roared as he quickly returned to block the dragon breath with his golden wheel.

He was able to slow the dragon breath, but the weight of the attack pushed him down to where the behemoth formation was.

He was already blocking the brunt of the dragon breath, but the shockwaves spilling from the dragon breath shook the behemoth formation, causing cracks to appear on its surface.

Seeing that, the white-haired elder gave up on attacking the golden dragon silhouette and instead descended to the ground as well. He took out two blank talisman papers and formed a series of hand seals while infusing his spirit power into them.

Then, he threw the two talisman papers toward the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s members.

Boom!

The two talisman papers exploded.

One released a flood of spirit power to aid the black-haired elder in withstanding the dragon breath.

The other unleashed teleportation energy that simultaneously transported the black-haired elder and the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s members into the distance.

To the two elders’ surprise, the dragon breath also halted at the same time.

Looking over, they realized that the golden dragon silhouette had shrunk to a tenth of its previous size. Not only that, it had also turned tail and was fleeing from the realm.

“Trying to escape?”

The two Saint-tier elders rose into the sky to pursue the golden dragon silhouette.

However, the golden dragon silhouette was so fast that they couldn’t catch up with it. They had to give up in the end.

The Dragon Breath Clansmen in the golden dragon silhouette breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mucheng, those two Saint-tier elders suddenly became much stronger. Is it related to the white light they emanated?” Long Moxiao asked.

“I think so,” Long Mucheng replied.

“We wouldn’t have been able to get away if we hadn’t constructed this Bloodline Golden Dragon Formation in advance,” Long Moxiao said with a sigh.

The Bloodline Golden Dragon was powerful, but it had to be channeled using their bloodline power. While it wouldn’t shake their foundation, there was a limit to how long they could sustain it.

They had depleted half their energy strengthening the dragon breath, which resulted in the golden dragon silhouette becoming a tenth of its original size. If they continued the battle, they would have to hurt their foundation and stake their lives.

And against those two Saint-tier elders, there was no guarantee of victory even if they put their lives on the line.

It was wiser to retreat.