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Upon seeing the Xuanming Beast fall victim to the treacherous strike of the Evil Soul, having exhausted most of its power to protect itself, the Heavenly Sea Dragon let out a furious roar that echoed through the heavens. Its once shimmering azure eyes had turned a menacing blood red. The aura surrounding the Heavenly Sea Dragon was icy and bone-chilling as it gathered all its strength, fixating its gaze on the Evil Soul, which was still savoring the blood of the Xuanming Beast. The hatred it felt was palpable.
However, in the next moment, the figure of the Evil Soul moved.
This time, the Heavenly Sea Dragon could barely catch a glimpse of a black line slicing through the sky, as if the Evil Soul was tearing through space itself!
Everything happened so quickly that the Heavenly Sea Dragon had no time to react. It couldn't muster the power it had just gathered, couldn't raise its sharp claws, couldn't open its massive jaws to reveal its fangs, and even failed to activate its proud horn!
Having inherited the bloodline of the Azure Dragon, the Heavenly Sea Dragon was accustomed to striking first and winning through speed. But now, everything felt too slow; its mind raced while its body remained unresponsive! It could only watch helplessly as that black claw reached for its head.
"Brother Xuanming, I’m sorry. We shall meet again in the underworld!"
Before it could utter a word, that thought flashed through its mind as its head exploded with a sickening crack!
"Tsk tsk, a descendant of the Azure Dragon and Xuanwu? This is truly delightful!"
With a casual flick of its claw, it discarded the corpse of the dragon. The dark beast hovered in the sky, shaking off its imposing demeanor. Then, it turned its closed eyes towards Jiang Chen and Wuliao, who were frozen in shock and unable to react.
Although the Evil Soul had its eyes shut tight, both Jiang Chen and Wuliao felt as if they were being intensely scrutinized, as if they would be ruthlessly obliterated in an instant.
Amidst their fear, Jiang Chen felt a twinge of confusion. As one of the Primordial Four Corpses, he believed he had existed long enough to know about such terrifying entities. Even in the Primordial Wilderness, beings like this should have been notorious—yet he had never heard of it before.
"This esteemed elder," Wuliao began quickly, "I see your methods are exceedingly ruthless and cruel; you must belong to our fierce beast lineage as well. I am Wuliao, and this is Jiang Chen, who fought alongside my kind during the ancient Ten Thousand Races War. We hope you will show mercy and spare us..."
Wuliao was quicker to react than expected. Connecting the dots from earlier encounters with this brutal Evil Soul, he hurriedly introduced himself in hopes of leveraging their shared lineage for protection. Meanwhile, he continued to channel his Divine Ability. The Wuliao clan valued soul cultivation; he possessed a Secret Technique that could harness the power of this entire Embalming Coffin Realm. However, that young man named Qian Mo was exceptionally gifted. The inherent strength of this Coffin Realm made it challenging for him to exert control over it. He would need more time before he could fully dominate this world! Only then would he have a fighting chance against this formidable Evil Soul.
Yet, he clearly underestimated just how unreliable that Evil Soul could be...
"Did you really think I was so foolish as not to notice your little tricks? And before me, one of the Four Fiends of Antiquity, do you even dare call yourself a fierce beast?"
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