sbdcsierra Chapter 400 You? You don't even deserve it!
Chapter 400 You? You don't even deserve it!
At this moment, the black dragon had shed its dragon form and transformed into a tall and slender man, holding a huge, jet-black sword in his hand, his dark robes fluttering in the wind.
He had a handsome face with well-defined features, but beneath that handsome face lay a chilling sinister aura, and his narrow eyes held a ruthless glint.
This black dragon is named Yan Xuan.
Long Chuqing slowly stood up, clenched her right hand, and her left wing disappeared, transforming into a phoenix feather sword in her hand, while her right wing returned to being a hairpin inserted into her hair.
Her gaze was sharp and unwavering, her face showing no fear as she stared directly at the man opposite her.
In a single glance, without any further exchange, the two figures clashed like lightning.
"Clang! Sizzle—"
As the two swords clashed, the metallic clang tore through the air with tremendous force, producing a piercing buzz.
As the battle intensified, the sounds of wind, water, metal clanging, and ice shattering filled the air.
After a fierce exchange, both sides sustained injuries of varying degrees.
However, Long Chuqing's injuries were more severe, since her own spiritual power was sealed, and she relied entirely on the original power of the dragon bloodline and the meager spiritual power remaining in the Phoenix Feather Sword to sustain the battle.
Yan Xuan was at his peak, each strike carrying immense power, shattering the ice wherever his sword wind passed.
Yan Xuan looked at Long Chuqing, who was kneeling on one knee and breathing heavily, and his black sword swayed slightly.
"Although there is no spiritual energy fluctuation around you, you were still able to force me to this state. I really underestimated you at first. But even so, with your current strength, you are still no match for me. Even if you have a spiritual sword to help you, it is just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You are overestimating your own strength."
To possess such immense power solely from the very essence of the dragon race... the dragon bloodline is indeed powerful.
If she is allowed to continue to grow, her future strength will surely be remarkable.
What a pity! What a pity!
Unfortunately, she met him today.
Feng Yu said angrily, "If my Qingqing's spiritual power hadn't been sealed and she hadn't been restricted everywhere, how could you have the right to spout such nonsense here?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Heng raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Oh? So your spiritual power was sealed, no wonder..."
He finally understood why he couldn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations within her when they first met—it was sealed away.
Even with her spiritual power sealed, she could still unleash such immense power; she truly deserves to be called a dragon.
It indirectly helped him; otherwise, dealing with her would have been quite troublesome.
Long Chuqing raised her eyes, looked directly at Yan Xuan, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, and a red plum blossom with bloodstains spreading on the ice surface was unusually eye-catching.
"Hmph... Don't get too cocky, the outcome is still uncertain!"
Seeing that she was covered in wounds but still stubborn, Yan Xuan suddenly became interested and looked her up and down.
The bloodstains at the corner of her lips added a touch of tragic beauty to her appearance; even so, she remained breathtakingly beautiful and captivatingly charming.
That kind of nobility and resilience that emanated from his very bones stirred something within Yan Heng.
A slightly mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "This appearance... is indeed extremely beautiful."
He thoughtfully stroked the black sword in his hand. "If you beg for mercy from me, submit to me, and stay by my side to serve me, I might consider sparing your life."
He has been alone at this Heavenly Lake for hundreds of years and has grown somewhat lonely. If she is willing to submit, it would not be bad to keep her by his side.
It's not too late to take her pearl when you're tired of playing with it.
This thought brought a playful smile to Yan Xuan's lips, a smile that carried a hint of danger and condescension.
He stared intently at Long Chuqing, as if trying to discern something from her expression.
Upon hearing this, Long Chuqing sneered, "You, you dare to..."
The contemptuous laughter and disdainful look infuriated Yan Heng. His eyes narrowed, and the sinister look in them was instantly replaced by rage.
It was nothing more than a crippled dragon whose spiritual power was sealed, yet it dared to speak to him in such a disdainful tone, which was a great provocation to his authority.
"You're really stubborn! Now you're nothing more than a crippled dragon that I can play with at will. Don't you even look at your own situation? You're really asking for trouble."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward, and a cold light flashed. A sharp sword blade sliced through the air with immense force, hurtling towards Long Chuqing.
Long Chuqing realized that this was not a way to defeat the black dragon. Her eyes were piercing, as if she had made up her mind.
"Phoenix Feather".
"Chong-"
The Phoenix Feather Sword accurately blocked Long Chuqing's path, colliding with the black dragon in Yan Heng's hand.
She seized the opportunity to retreat quickly, put two fingers together, and lightly touched the dragon mark between her eyebrows, beginning to forcibly extract the spiritual power sealed within the Yuan Pearl.
In an instant, a powerful force broke through the seal and surged out from the Yuan Pearl, like a trapped beast breaking free of its shackles, rushing and flowing along her meridians.
That power raged within her body, like being scorched by fire, tearing pain shooting through every inch of her body.
She gritted her teeth, her delicate brows furrowed, enduring the excruciating pain brought on by the breaking of the seal by spiritual power, and guided the spiritual power to circulate within her body.
But at the same time, that familiar, long-lost sense of power began to return. Spiritual energy swirled around him, gently lifting his clothes and black hair, which fluttered freely in the wind.
Although Long Chuqing's hair was somewhat disheveled and her clothes were torn, the aura she exuded still possessed the unique nobility and elegance of the dragon race.
The black dragon noticed her change, a hint of surprise flashed in its eyes, and it hesitated for a moment.
In that instant, Long Chuqing had completed the absorption of spiritual energy, and his aura changed instantly, with the dragon mark between his brows appearing even more vibrant red.
Yan Xuan suddenly jerked his wrist, violently knocking the Phoenix Feather Sword away, and the sword landed steadily back in Long Chuqing's hand.
Just as Long Chuqing finished absorbing the spiritual energy, a surge of powerful spiritual energy instantly filled every inch of the Phoenix Feather Sword's texture, causing the sword to radiate a dazzling golden halo.
The long-lost power gave Feng Yu a slight jolt, and she felt that she could now easily take on the Black Dragon one-on-one.
He added with concern, "Qingqing, forcibly extracting spiritual energy like this will damage your body..."
But she also knew that they had no other choice in the face of this situation.
Long Chuqing remained calm: "Don't worry, let's deal with the enemy first."
Although Fei Feng was worried, she didn't say much: "Let's help Qing Qing heal properly after the battle!"
The two sides engaged in fierce fighting once again.
"Clang! Clang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang—"
Black and pale gold, two sword energies imbued with spiritual power, resembled dragons emerging from the sea, rapidly shifting and colliding above the Heavenly Pool.
In this battle, wherever the sword energy reached, the three-foot-long ice layer on the surface of Tianchi Lake shattered completely, and countless ice crystals shimmered in the air before falling in a flurry.
"Rumble--"
As the battle between the two intensified, the surrounding snow seemed to be stirred by a pair of giant hands, collapsing and cascading down the mountain like a white torrent.
It was as if the entire snow-capped mountain was trembling in response to this battle.