"At this moment, so it is."
The aura of the Martial Arts Legend’s fighting spirit had reached its peak, and at this time, the vitality of the green-robed old man began to weaken. Li Guanyi pressed the zither strings, the zither sound with some discord, he took a deep breath and said: "Red Dragon!!!"
The young man’s voice accompanied by the zither sound spread out, followed closely by a series of dragon roars. The young man’s sleeves billowed, beside him, the Chi Xiao Sword suddenly left its sword scabbard, like a line of fire, rushing straight into the sky, and then, the entire sky dimmed.
No, it didn’t dim, but it rolled, pressing down toward the earth!
Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.
Siming suddenly rose, his gaze fixed on the sky.
The Chi Xiao Sword flew to the sky, the sword sound rising, reaching the limit, instead became a series of low-pitched dragon roars, which were more exalted, grand, and real than the Dharma Form dragon roar, carrying an indescribable majesty and sacredness.
The sky, originally thunderous with arcs as swords and blades clashed among martial artists, now showed a mass of crimson-golden light and shadow. That light and shadow were magnificent and vast; as it slowly moved, even from the ground, the golden-red scales could be seen.
So it’s not just this Martial World; here lies the realm of the Red Emperor’s eight hundred years of rule, the convergence of Qi Fortune, and at this moment, the appearance of the Red Dragon is already legendary, truly a divine miracle to the people of Central State!
Ji Zichang ascended to the highest point, looking in disbelief at the ancestral legend.
Jiang Wanxiang looked at the sky and said: "Red Emperor, Divine Beast..."
The cup in Chen Dingye’s hand shattered.
Clouds slowly descended from Above Nine Heavens.
The more they descended, the more they dispersed, cascading like waterfalls through the cracks between those dragon scales, the enormous and vast Red Dragon gently moving, carrying an aura of sacred majesty. People lifted their heads, witnessing this legendary Divine Dragon.
"It’s the Red Dragon!"
"It’s the Divine Dragon Venerable!"
The eight-hundred-year legend reappeared.
It’s unknown who started it, but tens of thousands of people across the city knelt on the ground, bowing toward the Divine Dragon in the sky with faces full of longing and fervent anticipation. Siming’s gaze locked onto the Ancient Candle Dragon Venerable appearing here.
"...Ancient Candle Dragon Venerable, its Undying Dragon Essence returns, reaching full strength."
"It appeared here, Chi Xiao Sword, did Li Guanyi perhaps make a wish, to protect Murong Longtu’s vitality?"
All the legends spread wide, the dragon displaying its divine power, so the King descended the steps, people knelt, clouds roiled, crimson-gold light radiated in all directions, only that green robe fiercely billowed, descending from the sky.
Murong Longtu glanced at Li Guanyi.
His eyes gentle and calm, his lips moved.
Merely said two words.
Li Guanyi’s zither sound became discordant.
Along this path of the Martial World with you, the old man is very happy, and sometimes I wonder, should I put down this sword, fulfill your wish, and grow old , but that is what you wish, not what I wish.
You, Qiushui, you all are exceptional, and for me, crucial existences on this life path.
But being crucial does not define my entire life.
In this life, I only long for the Sword Dao!
The sound of sword ringing suddenly surged.
The Red Dragon soared into the sky, the green robe fiercely billowed.
With all beings bowing, the King lowering his head, heaven and earth vast, as legends pay respect.
That white-haired Old Swordsman.
With one step, he tread upon the Dragon Head of the Red Dragon! Bringing this Divine Dragon from the bowing of all beings Above Nine Heavens, stepping it into the human realm, that old man’s sleeves fiercely billowing, startling the spirit of all people in the world, sword qi surging to the heavens, he burst into loud laughter:
"How about a battle!!!!"