1012: Chapter 287 Emperor’s Sword_3 1012: Chapter 287 Emperor’s Sword_3 “Dragon-Turtle!” the Black Dragon roared with a bellows-like fury, looking down through the cracked membrane of the Suppression Land, but it couldn’t see the form of the Dragon-Turtle.
Instead, it was a Birdman with wings.
The Birdman flapped its wings, trying hard to maintain flight, yet looking like it had never learned to fly at all, plummeting downward.
This Birdman seemed as if the Dragon-Turtle Tribe had used Instant Brilliance, its body’s true essence entirely depleted, struggling with only its flesh body.
“Dragon-Turtle!
Dragon-Turtle!” the Black Dragon howled, although it did not know where this Birdman came from, it must be related to the Dragon-Turtle; it was a trick by the Dragon-Turtle!
It roared angrily but didn’t dare to linger here any longer, turning to depart.
The power of this Tao Mountain Divine God Seal was too great.
Even in his prime, he could only dodge!
This strike was a severe injury; it could be fatal!
He fled as if flying away, only to see a sword halo unfolding above him, suddenly pressing down.
It seemed like a Mortal Grinding Dish, forcing him into the Suppression Land.
The Black Dragon had not reacted when two Flying Swords suddenly attacked from within the Suppression Land, piercing through his chest.
A heartrending pain transmitted through him; the Black Dragon was in a Soul Escape, not daring to ponder more, his remaining two claws desperately flapped, trying to control his form, flying upward.
Just then, he saw the place where the Birdman had fallen, an eerie Netherworld Gate opening with a chilling aura flowing out.
The Black Dragon did not understand, but knew this was certainly no good place; the feeling it gave him was akin to a dead end, as if it was specifically designed against him, and the restraint it had over him was even greater than the Suppression Land!
Struggling to escape, the Black Dragon then saw a White Dragon descending through the Chaos, its four claws grasping his tattered Dragon Body, diving straight towards the Netherworld Gate.
The dive, the rush!
Close to the gate in an instant, the White Dragon threw the Black Dragon towards the Netherworld Gate like shooting a basket, then soared upwards.
The Black Dragon, half his body smashed into the Netherworld, gave a roar of struggle and tried to fly outwards, but Ji Feixue’s dragon eyes flashed with coldness, ready to dive down and grab the Black Dragon to rush into the Netherworld.
However, at that moment, two streaks of light passed by, the fleeing Flying Swords, with a green glow, struck the top of the Black Dragon’s head, as if to replace the Black Dragon’s lost horns, embedding in his skull and smashing him into The Netherworld.
The Black Dragon howled, still making a dying struggle, delusionally trying to escape.
A large hand stretched out from the Netherworld, grabbing the Black Dragon like catching a slippery loach, dragging him down.
The howls disappeared.
The White Dragon swirled into human form, hovering in mid-air and bowing towards the Netherworld Gate, “Thank you, senior, for your help.”
No sound came from within the Netherworld.
Instead, Su He’s coughing was heard.
As he coughed, the Netherworld Passage closed.
Su He could no longer maintain his human form and reverted back to the Dragon-Turtle shape, collapsing on the ground with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
With his True Yuan depleted, it would take a recovery of power to transform back into human form.
There was no protection at the Netherworld Passage, and although the Black Dragon’s struggle had injured him, Su He didn’t care and burst into loud laughter.
Indeed!
He had taken the Black Dragon away!
Ji Feixue looked at him, a hint of concern flashing in her eyes, though a Fairy had never experienced such emotions, as if not knowing how to express them.
Her form flashed beside Su He, popping several Pill Medicines into the Dragon-Turtle’s mouth.
Su He swallowed the Pill Medicines and laughed, “Wife, you’re impressive!”
The power of that sword halo was beyond anything Su He had witnessed apart from Instant Brilliance.
Praised, Ji Feixue didn’t know how to respond, quiet for a moment, then said, “Fairy Ji!”
Su He chuckled, “Alright, wife!”
Ji Feixue: “…”
…
Su He’s dominion in the Netherworld, all authority was Su He’s, but even he couldn’t detect it himself.
This place in the Netherworld didn’t have the lethal ability of the Phoenix Tomb Ghost.
The Black Dragon’s roar immediately echoed throughout the Netherworld.
Seated amidst clouds suppressed by the authority of the Western Thunder King, with rolling dark clouds behind him, the moment the Black Dragon appeared, the clouds formed a human shape, attempting to break the seal and charge at the Black Dragon.
“Legacy!”
“The power of legacy!”
This dragon harbored the power of legacy!
The figure roared, laughing loudly, “West, legacy has appeared, how long can you suppress me now?”
He howled.
The Western Thunder King, as if deaf to these words, only focused on the two Flying Swords.
Gazing at the swords, he slowly stood up, bending down to pay tribute.
“Emperor’s Sword!”
As his voice emerged, the two Flying Swords, as if held by a Scholar’s Phantom, resonated with a sword cry, merged together, and transformed into a Horizontal Sword.
As it entered the Netherworld, the symbols on the sword dissipated, as if lifting a seal.
Yet, the Horizontal Sword was clearly broken, forcibly pieced together.
The Emperor’s Sword plunged downwards, embedding into the dark clouds behind the Western Thunder King.
A scream echoed from within the clouds, the figure that sought to burst forth, shrank back in an instant.
Upon The Netherworld’s land, corpses began to rise as if resurrected, the Broken Sword slapping against their breastplates, facing the Emperor’s Sword, and let out a ghostly howl.
“Emperor!”
“Emperor!”
…
Their consciousness seemingly non-existent, unable to utter a complete sentence but still howling.
The figure behind the clouds, in turn, roared: “Ji Tianchen!”
“With your Broken Sword Suppressing, mere forces of the Western Thunder King, how long can you hold me?”
The Ghost Creatures below did not understand, not comprehend, not listen.
They merely kept shrieking at the sword.
“Emperor!”
“Emperor!”