Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: You’re Dreaming! (Fifth Update!)

All of this may seem like a long story, but in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

“Boom!”

The void trembled, and cracks continued to be torn open. The protective shield trembled incessantly, as if it couldn’t hold out much longer. As the Five-Colored Palm Blade kept striking down, a minuscule black hole that was almost invisible to the naked eye appeared on it.

In the instant that the black hole appeared, the old woman spat out another mouthful of fresh blood. At the same time, her wrinkled eyes suddenly bulged out as she screamed, “Impossible!”

“Crack!”

Upon hearing her words, confusion was evident on everyone else’s faces, but soon, Su Han solved their perplexity.

The moment the old woman’s words fell, this protective shield, worth over a billion Gold Coins and extremely precious at the Low-Grade Purple Gold Level, began to form cracks from that tiny hole, just like the recently shattered void.

This shield… had shattered!

The fragments, emitting a purple-golden glow, scattered from the void, no longer possessing the strength to block the Five-Colored Palm Blade. As they fell, the pieces did not hit the ground, but turned into fine dust, eventually dissipating between heaven and earth.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft!”

The old woman spat out three mouthfuls of fresh blood, her body trembling violently.

The Purple Gold Shield had been bonded to her by her blood, linking with her spirit.

If she weren’t at the Dragon God Realm, the shattering of the Purple Gold Shield would only cause her physical body to vibrate.

But she was at the Dragon God Realm, and the shield’s destruction not only affected her physical body but also her Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, she felt as if her Primordial Spirit was being torn apart, as if it would be violently dispersed.

“What Technique is this exactly?!” the old woman raised her head.

The injuries to her physical body and Primordial Spirit were of no concern to her, nor was the destruction of the Purple Gold Shield, though it pained her heart.

At this moment, the one thing she cared about was Su Han’s strength, the Five-Colored Palm Blade he wielded!

“The True Meaning of Five Element Destruction.”

Su Han’s calm voice came through the void.

The obstruction of the shield was merely momentary, still failing to intercept the Five-Colored Palm Blade.

Now, the giant gold bell was Zhao Chen’s only defense.

At this moment, Zhao Chen’s face had turned utterly pale, a deep sense of despair welling up from within.

Beneath that despair, there was an indescribable regret spreading like a flood.

If he had known it would come to this, he would have faced the punishment of the Sect of True Martial Arts rather than engaging in battle with Su Han!

At the same time, the Elder’s face was equally grave.

The gold bell was his, and like the shield, it was a piece of Low-Grade Purple Gold Level Defensive Equipment. Su Han had cleaved the shield in one blow, and he truly lacked the confidence that his bell could withstand it.

“The second strike,” Su Han spoke again.

As he did so, the Five-Colored Palm Blade finally landed on the bell.

“Hum~”

The bell reflected back a humming sound, an indescribable impact emanating from it. Zhao Chen’s originally pale complexion disappeared, replaced with a flush of vitality.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft…”

He spat out blood, and his body seemed to have suffered innumerable great hits, his bones completely shattered; his Dragon Pill in his chest exploded with a bang, and his body instantly fell apart in that moment!

Zhao Chen, dead!

Only after Zhao Chen’s death did the gold bell emit the cracking noise of shattering, and then completely collapsed.

“Boom!!!”

After the bell shattered, the Five-Colored Palm Blade again struck the ground, tearing open an enormous chasm several miles long. It was like an earthquake, its depth immeasurable by the naked eye, at least several hundred meters!

By this time, the five-colored palm blade had completely disappeared.

“Bang!”

Like the old woman before him, the elder was sent flying backward as the grand bell shattered. Both his primordial spirit and his flesh received the impact, and blood spewed from his mouth.

Only when he truly came into contact with the five-colored palm blade did he experience its terrifying power.

“Su Baliu… Su Baliu, oh!”

In the distance, the loose cultivators all stared at the torn ground that stretched for miles, the void was torn as well, and would soon heal, but the land that was torn would remain there forever.

They simply couldn’t imagine how the five-colored palm blade had swept aside the mid-aged man’s space-sealing technique, crushed the protective shield at the purple-gold level of the old woman, shattered the likewise purple-gold level grand bell, and still had such formidable power left to cleave the ground for miles, creating hundreds of meters in depth.

If someone were to bear the strike of this five-colored palm blade with nothing but the power of their flesh, wouldn’t they be killed ten million times over?

Eyes turned towards the void, where a figure in white floated, hands behind his back. His white clothes fluttered, and his jet-black hair moved with the wind. His starry eyes, deep as drills, held profundity.

No one could believe that this was just a youth under twenty years of age!

A hundred thousand soldiers, three from the Dragon God Realm, and no one could withstand him.

A single man with a blade was enough to sweep through any ninth-rate sect!

Calling him ‘Su Baliu’ was no exaggeration at all!

“The third strike.”

Su Han’s gaze swept over the three from the Dragon God Realm, his lips curling slightly, before his gaze settled on Hee Ruan, who was trembling all over.

“This allied force has three leaders: Li Yuan is the first, Zhao Chen the second, and you… are the third.”

Hee Ruan’s heart raced, a describable sense of crisis rising from within and sending shivers down his scalp!

How Zhao Chen had died in such a horrible manner, Hee Ruan had seen it clearly—the cultivation base at the peak of the Dragon Pill Realm and yet, before the grand bell even shattered, he was vibrated into dust!

Hee Ruan believed he was no weaker than Zhao Chen, perhaps even stronger.

But what of it?

Even if he was stronger, he was still only at the Dragon Pill Realm!

Even those three at the peak of the Dragon God Realm suffered heavy blows and bled profusely as their purple-gold level protective shield and grand bell were broken. How could he, a mere Dragon Pill Realm cultivator, withstand such a strike?

He was not Su Han; he could not fight beyond his level.

“Master Su!”

At that moment, the elder suddenly clasped his fists and said, “I am Heng Yue, the Supreme Elder of the Qiming Sect. Although I am not from the Sect of True Martial Arts, I am still of the Dragon God Realm. I have a say in the Sect of True Martial Arts.”

Su Han paused, his interest piqued as he said, “Go on.”

“I do not wish to fight with Master Su again. When I return, I will discuss with the Sect of True Martial Arts to cease hostilities with the God-Slaying Pavilion. I hope that Master Su can spare the Sect Master this one time!” the elder said.

By ‘Sect Master’, he was naturally referring to Hee Ruan.

“It’s daytime right now, isn’t it?” Su Han suddenly asked.

Heng Yue’s brows furrowed, “What does it matter if it’s daytime?”

“I’m saying you’re dreaming!”

Su Han’s figure flashed, darting straight towards Hee Ruan.

His icy words also reached everyone’s ears.

“Not just Hee Ruan; today, any sect that has acted against my God-Slaying Pavilion will not be spared!”

“If you truly wish to go to the Sect of True Martial Arts, deliver a message for my pavilion. Tell them to wash their necks clean and wait for my pavilion to arrive!”

“I will personally lead the God-Slaying Pavilion there to take the head of Pian Pingtian, that superior being!”