Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055: Slaying the Flood Dragon (End)

The battle to slay the flood dragon had reached its most critical moment.

The beams of light entwined around the dragon were growing dimmer, signaling the weakening of the formation’s destructive power, and it appeared that they could not hold on much longer.

In fact, the Dragon-Binding Formation set up by Huangfu Yongchun had held strong for this long, which was already impressive.

After all, the target being restrained was a fourth-level Xiaojiao on the verge of ascending to a true dragon.

But the flood dragon faced immense trouble as well; its talent abilities had been shattered by Wang Chen’s spirit pill attack, allowing Huangfu Yongchun and the other six true masters to escape a deathly situation.

With a wealth of combat experience, this veteran Golden Core inhaled deeply, and his eyes instantly turned a pale gold color. In a deep voice, he shouted, “Formation!”

The other Golden Cores, including Wang Chen, trembled and simultaneously channeled their dan power into the flying swords they controlled.

The moment of annihilation had arrived!

The seven flying swords suddenly surged into the sky, positioned in parallel high above, maintaining only a few inches of distance between them.

Heaven, earth, people, wind, thunder, fire, and rain—each flying sword erupted into a brilliant light, blending seven powerful forces together silently.

A dazzling flame enveloped all the flying swords, forming a giant sword over ten feet long!

“Fight!”

Huangfu Yongchun made a hand seal, his gaze turning fierce as he pointed his sword finger sharply at the struggling flood dragon.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

At that moment, the strands of light binding the fourth-level beast king snapped one by one.

The Dragon-Binding Formation was shattered!!

Roar~

Freed once more, the flood dragon roared, unleashing a large blast of icy breath.

Without the suppression of the formation, its power was rapidly recovering; it could reach its peak in just three breaths.

Then it would tear these despicable humans to shreds!

But at that moment, the giant sword formed by the seven swords dove straight down from the sky, effortlessly piercing through the flood dragon’s breath, entering its throat cavity through its bloodthirsty mouth.

Swoosh!

The flood dragon, unable to close its mouth in time, suddenly spewed a massive amount of blood, its elevated head contracting in extreme pain.

“Weapon!”

Huangfu Yongchun thundered again, unleashing the Seven Absolute Mantra.

The giant sword within the flood dragon’s body exploded violently, and the seven flying swords separated, each following different paths to slice through the bones and organs of the fourth-level beast king, inflicting unimaginable damage.

“Forward!”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

All the flying swords erupted from the flood dragon’s body, returning to the hands of their respective sword masters.

As the seven Golden Cores retrieved their flying swords, they all spat blood, their faces turning incredibly pale.

The earlier joint effort lasted only a few breaths, but it had drained every ounce of dan power from the true masters, and they had sustained serious internal injuries from the flood dragon’s retaliatory force.

Fortunately, the Seven Ultimate Sword Formation evenly distributed the counterattack from the Xiaojiao; otherwise, none of them could have withstood it alone.

But by this point, their attacks were faltering, and the Seven Ultimate Sword Formation had become a mere shadow of its former self.

Only Wang Chen was the exception.

He instantly drew upon the pure spiritual energy within the Heavenly Net for Exorcising Evil, partially restoring his own magical power.

Gazing at the fourth-level Xiaojiao lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life, Wang Chen’s figure flickered. With a single step, he shortened the earth, appearing directly before the beast king. He raised his palm, aiming to strike its head.

This boss’s final blow had to be delivered by him!

Heavenly Dragon Vajra Palm!

This palm strike condensed all of Wang Chen’s strength—his spirit, magical power, and dan power. Though it seemed like a light, floating hand, it carried destructive power equivalent to that of a peak Golden Core.

As Wang Chen unleashed his strike, his gaze locked with the Xiaojiao’s remaining left eye.

The fourth-level beast king’s eyes were filled with profound despair, as if it had already foreseen its tragic fate. Its pupils radiated intense unwillingness and venomous resentment.

It opened its mouth, and a low, muffled voice emerged from its chest: “Die~”

Bang!

Wang Chen’s right palm slammed heavily into the Xiaojiao’s head.

The beast’s incredibly hard exoskeleton caved in instantly, and the overwhelming force surged inward, obliterating the last vestiges of life within the dragon.

But at that very moment, Wang Chen sensed an immense threat hurtling toward him in an instant.

He had no time to evade and was struck directly.

Wang Chen felt as though he had plunged into an icy abyss. His vision darkened, and he could see nothing.

In his Sea of Consciousness, a lifelike miniature Xiaojiao suddenly appeared, identical in form to the nearly dead fourth-level beast king but shrouded in a sinister blood light.

This tiny dragon fixed its malevolent gaze on Wang Chen, baring its claws, ready to devour him!

Wang Chen understood immediately.

This was the dragon soul, on the verge of forming from the Xiaojiao. In its final moments, it sought to retaliate, aiming to destroy Wang Chen’s soul and even seize his body.

Even if it failed to take over his body, it would ensure that both it and Wang Chen perished together!

After all, Wang Chen had delivered the final blow!

At this moment, Wang Chen felt as though he were frozen. His thoughts slowed to a crawl, and he found himself powerless against the Xiaojiao’s last-ditch counterattack.

However, just as the dragon soul opened its bloodthirsty mouth, the Ancient Stone Tablet at the center of his Sea of Consciousness suddenly emitted countless rays of light, instantly illuminating Wang Chen’s dark, frigid consciousness.

The dragon soul’s body stiffened under the light, instinctively curling up. The resentment in its eyes transformed into sheer astonishment.

In the next moment, the dragon soul was drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily pulled toward the Ancient Stone Tablet.

“No~”

It let out a cry of despair and terror, only to be completely consumed by the stone tablet.

The Ancient Stone Tablet trembled slightly, as if it had just let out a satisfied burp, before retracting all its light and falling back into silence.

[Virtue +900000]

A striking message instantly appeared in Wang Chen’s vision.

His consciousness returned, his body regained its freedom and warmth, and he saw the lifeless Xiaojiao before him.

Wang Chen was momentarily stunned.

Nine hundred thousand Virtue points—this final strike had unexpectedly earned him nine hundred thousand Virtue points.

It was almost too much to comprehend!

“Wang, fellow traveler…”

At that moment, Huangfu Yongchun’s voice rang out beside him: “We have won.”

Wang Chen turned to see the other true masters standing behind him, each wearing a victorious smile.

They had won, truly won!

The seven Golden Cores had joined forces to slay a powerful fourth-level beast king!

If word of such an achievement spread, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation. Though it might not be significant in the grand scheme of the Haotian Realm, it was enough to become a legendary tale among cultivators!

“Yes.”

Wang Chen exhaled a breath tinged with the smell of blood, smiling as he said, “We have won.”

“Hahaha!”

Huangfu Yongchun laughed heartily, dancing with unrestrained joy!

He was completely beside himself.