Chapter 176: Chapter 142: The Majesty of the Dragon Girl, Suppressing Seven Great Emperor Wus with One Hand!_1

Translator: 549690339

Whoosh~

Whoosh~

When Long Yue appeared, some formidable warriors who had been closely watching Yingyuan Mountain immediately made their move, converging from all directions at extreme speeds toward Yingyuan Mountain.

One second they were millions of miles away, the next they were just tens of thousands of miles away, arriving at Yingyuan Mountain in just a few seconds.

At that moment, the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm opened, and Long Yue’s figure darted in. At the same time, with a gentle sweep of her bare hand, she lightly slapped toward the space behind her.

A giant palm print instantly materialized, growing larger and larger, with earth, water, wind, and fire evolving beneath it, darkening the sky and covering a vast expanse of the heavens, permeated by a terrifying mighty presence.

“Not good!”

The many True Martial Realm Emperors who wanted to follow into the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm behind her had a sudden change of expression. They all struck out simultaneously, whether with fists or palms, weapons or… putting all their strength into their attacks, they struck at the gigantic palm print that blocked out the sky.

Boom, boom, boom!

Cataclysmic booms spread across millions of miles nearby. The giant palm was torn apart, the earth, water, wind, and fire were obliterated, and the entrance to the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm was exposed, as it began to close rapidly.

Prince Wu’an, Kurong Kong, and other True Martial Realm Emperors rushed in fiercely. Half a breath later, the entrance to the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm closed.

At this moment, two or three strong waves of Spiritual Sense swept through the area, silently observing. There were actually True Martial Realm Emperors lurking about, not entering the Secret Territory but seemingly intending to ambush.

These two or three True Martial Realm Emperors became aware of each other, but none made a sound. With a tacit understanding, they prepared to lie in wait, ready to harshly strike the first strong warriors to emerge from the Secret Territory.

Inside the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm.

The Secret Territory was vast, spanning millions of miles. It contained mountains, rivers, vegetation—all sorts; even light and rain were present, resembling a real world, yet devoid of any living beings.

A great battle, brief but intense, shattered landscapes for tens of thousands of miles. Everywhere were huge pits and fissures, several towering mountains were blasted apart, rocks scattered, and the atmosphere was dense with tension to the extreme.

In the center of the Secret Territory,

There was a fist-sized bead, neither gold nor jade, displaying a prismatic array of colors, shining like a sun hanging in the sky, with myriad rays of light and thousands of auspicious patterns, emitting a serene and auspicious aura.

A flood dragon twirled and danced around it. It was covered in scales, with whiskered horns on its head, and five claws. This dragon seemed to be both illusionary and shadowy, likely a phantom.

Beneath the Dragon Ball and the flood dragon stood a figure in a colorful light skirt, looking up at the sky, a faint smile emerging on her pretty face.

Surrounded by many True Martial Realm Emperors, she remained utterly calm and composed, treating these Emperors as nothing, her delicate hand reaching out as if to touch the Dragon Ball.

“Stop!”

Seven shouts rang out in unison, glaring furiously at Long Yue, their auras surging to the sky, firmly locking onto that figure.

From left to right, they were:

Kurong Kong from Kurong Sect, holding a string of Buddha Beads in his hand, continuously rotating them, with the Buddha’s light shining upon all;

An old man in hempen robes from the Mysterious Forces of Chaotic Domain, his face concealed, identity hidden, with a Heaven Rank saber suspended above his head, its light cleaving the sky;

Prince Wu’an of Da Qian, with blood at the corner of his mouth, holding a polearm in his hand, pointing diagonally at the Dragon Maiden, his wild and domineering true intent sweeping the heavens;

The Hierarch of Yinyang Sect, in a billowing red dress, below his feet a red lotus phantom emerged, a Longsword hanging at his waist, exuding a sinister and unruly aura;

The Demon Queen from Demon Domain, wearing a light blue dress, enchanting and wild, with the phantom of a light blue giant serpent emerging behind her, the serpent hissing while staring at the Dragon Ball;

An old True Martial Realm ancestor from Da Jing Dynasty, clad in a purple robe, with white hair and beard, his face imposing, hands clasped behind his back, unarmed;

The last one was cloaked in black, face masked, also concealing his identity, carrying a large spear, drawing the attention of the other Emperors.

The seven True Martial Realm Emperors were overwhelmingly powerful, their martial intent converging and pressing down on Long Yue, with a momentum akin to toppling mountains and overturning seas, puissant and enveloping.

They were slightly later than the Dragon Maiden in entering. Upon entering, they saw that the Dragon Maiden was already approaching the central Dragon Ball and immediately employed various methods, attacking the Dragon Maiden to stop her from advancing further.

An intense battle unfolded, but the Dragon Maiden’s strength took them by surprise. The seven True Martial Realm Emperors combined were no match for her. She was able to hold them off with just one hand.

The weakest of them, Prince Wu’an, was directly struck to the point of coughing up blood. The Demon Queen and two or three other True Martial Realm rank one combatants also sustained minor injuries, while the rest of the True Martial Realm Emperors were relatively unscathed.

They couldn’t stop the Dragon Maiden at all; she flew directly beneath the Dragon Ball, and the seven True Martial Realm Emperors temporarily ceased their attacks, confronting the Dragon Maiden.

Several shouts rang out, but the Dragon Maiden turned a deaf ear, her jade hand beckoning gently. The Dragon Ball in the sky trembled at once, emitting a dragon’s roar, and then began falling toward the Dragon Maiden.

As the Dragon Ball fell, the circling flood dragon also shrank in size and finally flew into the Dragon Ball, leaving behind a dragon’s engraving upon it.

“Kill!”

Witnessing this scene, some True Martial Realm Emperors could no longer restrain themselves and once again made their move. Different martial arts techniques bombarded towards her, intending to disrupt the Dragon Ball’s descent.

Prince Wu’an took the lead, his polearm swinging several times in the blink of an eye. Chains of wind and fire dragons swept across, possessing the might to annihilate mountains and rivers.

The Hierarch of Yinyang Sect drew his sword from his waist and slashed from afar. A red lotus tore through space, the Sword Intent split the heavens, the sword light dazzled the world, and with a bittersweet longing, it was unexpectedly the first to arrive.

Kurong Kong raised his Buddha Beads, and a beam of Buddha’s light shone forth, life and death alternating within its radiance. Its might was surprisingly even stronger than that of Prince Wu’an and the Hierarch of Yinyang Sect.

The Demon Queen, the old True Martial Realm ancestor from Da Jing, the black-clad Emperor, and the old man in hempen robes all made their moves, showing off a variety of Heaven Rank martial arts techniques, powerful beyond compare.

The Dragon Maiden did not even glance their way, her right hand still raised, waiting for the Dragon Ball to descend. Her left hand, however, formed a fist seal that glowed bright, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, and thousands of paths of lightning illuminated the area.