On the white platform, nine blue dragon shadows roared and soared through the air, an oppressive dragon majesty flooded the surroundings. Mysterious blue flames danced above the dragon shadows, instantly consuming any attack that entered, leaving nothing behind.
The black pearl held by the middle-aged man in purple robes was swallowed by the flames, melting into a pool of molten iron. Ashen-faced, the middle-aged man bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood before swiftly retreating.
At this moment, a blue dragon shadow suddenly broke free from the white platform, pouncing ferociously towards the middle-aged man. Terrified, he immediately fled, eyes filled with panic.
The blue dragon shadow, like a blue beam of light, pierced through the middle of the man’s chest. No struggle, no scream; the man’s body was instantly burned to ash by the blue flames.
The remaining people were shocked, their faces pale with fear. The middle-aged man in purple robes, although not the strongest, was no easy opponent. Yet he died so mysteriously and suddenly, sending chills into the hearts of everyone present.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Simultaneously, the remaining eight blue dragon shadows flew from the white platform, launching attacks on both the human race and demon beasts. In the sky, the white clouds turned a light blue hue.
Emperor Wuji unleashed his full strength, spiritual power surged from within him. Standing like a War God amid countless terrifying sword auras that gathered to form a giant sword river.
With a single strike, a blue dragon shadow could not withstand the might of the sword aura and was completely annihilated. Blue flames dripped from the sky, making a hissing sound, leaving scorched marks on the ground.
After Emperor Wuji slaughtered one blue dragon shadow, the remaining eight went berserk, frenetically devouring the surrounding martial artists and demon beasts. The demon beasts fared slightly better due to their tough hides and strong defenses, while the human race warriors were not as fortunate. They were horrified to discover that the blue flames could burn spiritual power, and no matter how they defended with spiritual power, they faced certain death if touched by the flames.
In an instant, the human Guiyuan Realm warriors suffered heavy losses.
A blue dragon shadow pierced through the body of a warrior in red robes, incinerating him to ash instantly, then charged at Chu Ming in the corner without slowing down.
Facing the blue dragon shadow, Chu Ming’s eyes sharpened. The Blood Dome Sword appeared in his hand, and a terrifying sword light soared into the sky. It was a simple and straightforward strike.
The blue flames around him were instantly extinguished by Chu Ming’s sword, dispersing like a blue dawn.
The dragon shadow’s head turned abruptly, as violent blue flames transformed into fire lotuses that surrounded Chu Ming from all sides. At this point, others around Chu Ming had either died or fled.
Seeing Chu Ming’s swordsmanship, a glint of light flashed through Emperor Wuji’s eyes. He could tell that Chu Ming’s swordsmanship had reached an incredibly advanced level. Although not threatening, it was enough to catch his attention.
Emperor Wuji muttered to himself. He wildly slashed his long saber, the blue flames in the sky couldn’t approach him. The Secrets of the Blade tore through space, extinguishing the flames completely.
Surrounded by the sea of fire, Chu Ming’s desolate power surged, forming a Gang Force defense on his body surface. The flames were repelled upon touching the Gang Force. Although the blue flames could burn spiritual power, desolate power was evidently stronger and could withstand the blue flames.
"Myriad Swords Return to the Root!"
Enveloped in red light, his hair flying wildly, Chu Ming’s eyes gleamed with sword light. The Blood Dome Sword in his hand radiated countless Dao lights, converging into one.
The blue flames within a hundred meters around Chu Ming were completely dispersed instantly. The flames on the nearby blue dragon shadow dimmed significantly. Myriad Swords Return to the Root, though a Low Tier Secrets Martial Arts, greatly weakened the dragon shadow, reducing its aura by 70-80%.
The sky was filled with colorful martial techniques. In a few minutes, three to four hundred human Guiyuan Realm martial artists had perished, and the demon beasts suffered heavy losses as well.
However, their efforts weren’t in vain. Of the original nine blue dragon shadows, three had been slain. The bottom of the Black Mountain Range was a sea of fire.
With successive strikes from the Blood Dome Sword, Chu Ming completely slaughtered the nearby blue dragon shadow.
Taking advantage of a gap, Chu Ming scanned the surrounding area, assessing everyone’s status. The Dragon Bone still rested safely on the white platform, emitting a majesty that shook heavens and earth. Chu Ming suspected that unless the nine blue dragon shadows were eliminated, no one could touch the Dragon Bone. He noticed earlier that when several martial artists tried to seize it amidst the chaos, their bodies were shattered into particles the moment they got within three meters of the Dragon Bone.
Emperor Wuji, likewise, had no time to spare. Human and demon beast forces were able to hold the blue dragon shadows at bay primarily because Emperor Wuji himself restrained three of them.
The sky was filled with sword light, and terrifying sound waves swept all around. Chu Ming had to admit that Emperor Wuji was indeed formidable. Even at full strength, Chu Ming couldn’t last ten moves against him.
Emperor Wuji’s white robe fluttered, his hair flying as he wielded his saber with both hands, slashing straight down. The white saber light flashed like snowflakes, easily severing a blue dragon shadow.
Following Emperor Wuji, the Single-horned Cyan Bull pierced a blue dragon shadow with its horn. Flames spewed out from the wound, leaving countless scars on the Cyan Bull’s body, yet it showed no fear.
The tide had turned. With only three blue dragon shadows left, the forces fought more cautiously. Chu Ming observed the greed in everyone’s eyes; the Dragon Bone was a coveted prize, and no one wanted to exhaust themselves now. They were biding their time to seize it.
Emperor Wuji slashed a blue dragon shadow away. Scanning the surroundings with his spiritual sense, his brow furrowed. Then, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.