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Death Grip
In the Ice and Snow Secret Realm, Xing Chen and the others looked solemnly at the Iceland floating in the water, which was also known as the Ice Snow Imperial Seal.
At this moment, the blue icy aura of the Ice Snow Imperial Seal was growing weaker, and a scorching wave of heat suddenly swept over, causing the entire Ice Snow Imperial Seal to faintly emit a fiery red glow.
"Damn it, if we don't run now, when will we?" Xing Chen's eyes flickered, and then the blue light on his body shimmered slightly as he instantly merged into the water below, activating the Water Escape Technique. In an instant, he covered nearly a thousand miles.
Compared to when he was at Yang Po Sixth Level, this distance was almost doubled. However, Xing Chen still felt unsafe and continued to use the Water Escape Technique several more times. Only after he had distanced himself far from where the Ice Snow Imperial Seal was located did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and surface from the water, glancing back with lingering fear.
"Are you really just going to escape like this?" Hate Emperor asked.
"Don't even think about tricking me into suppressing that Flood Dragon. I absolutely refuse to do such a thankless task," Xing Chen retorted angrily.
"I didn't intend for you to suppress that Flood Dragon, because it has already emerged. Even if you wanted to suppress it now, it would be too late," Hate Emperor replied slowly.
"Roar—" As soon as Hate Emperor finished speaking, a thunderous Dragon Roar echoed in its place. Suddenly, a completely crimson Flood Dragon, surrounded by flames, appeared in the sky, coiling and letting out a long howl.
"Ice Snow Sovereign, this emperor has finally emerged! Thirty thousand years... thirty thousand years! This emperor has been suppressed for thirty thousand years, and now I am finally free! Roar—" The booming voice gradually spread throughout the entire Ice and Snow Secret Realm, reaching even those on Snow Wind Island, who could hear these words.
"It seems I have underestimated him. He is not merely at the Peak of Fate Observation Realm, but rather a powerful existence at the Spirit Void Realm," Hate Emperor said with suppressed anger in his voice. In the past, even among the royal family of demons, he could easily suppress them unless they were a Demon Emperor or a demon god capable of contending with him.
In the demon race, as long as one's strength reached one of the Gaze into the Five Realms, they could be called king; reaching Lingxu allowed one to be called emperor; and at the peak of Lingxu, one could be called divine. The four correspond to humans' titles of True Lord, Divine Lord, Emperor of Thunder Punishment, and monarch. Since this Flood Dragon referred to itself as this emperor, it must at least be at the level of Merging Void Realm within the Spirit Void Third Realm.
At this moment, Song Jue and others had long since disappeared from sight, but they were certainly still within the monitoring range of this Flood Dragon. After all, with its powerful cultivation at the Spirit Void Realm, nothing happening in the entire Ice and Snow Secret Realm could escape its surveillance.
Buzz!
At that moment, the Flood Dragon suddenly erupted with a blinding red light, and its massive body, nearly a thousand feet long, began to shrink slowly, eventually transforming into a muscular man over two meters tall.
A powerful Dragon Might swept across the area, causing even Xing Chen, who was thousands of miles away, to feel a tremor in his mind.
Then, the man transformed from the Flood Dragon fixed his sharp gaze on Xing Chen, as piercing as two swords that could pierce through the void.
"Was it you who just fought me? A Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm can actually destroy my Phantom. Quite impressive." Although they were separated by thousands of miles, the man's gaze penetrated space and landed directly on him, and his voice seemed to resonate in Xing Chen's ears.
Instinctively, Xing Chen found himself unable to meet his gaze, even wanting to avoid it.
"Child, you cannot avoid this; otherwise, it will leave a psychological shadow. In the future, you will never be able to break through the Gaze of Fate." The Hate Emperor shouted. The man transformed from the Flood Dragon had malicious intentions; he wanted to crush Xing Chen's confidence with a single glance, ensuring that he would never progress on his path of cultivation again.
"Hate Demon Eye!" The Hate Emperor's words instantly awakened Xing Chen. He then felt two flames of Demonic Flame slowly flickering in his eyes. The Hate Demon Eye represented anger towards the earth; the stronger the anger, the more intense the flames. At their peak, this fiery rage could instantly kill someone of the same realm.
Moreover, as long as Xing Chen did not die, this anger would not extinguish. Even if he died, this fury would still exist in the world. How could a mere Flood Dragon possibly harm Xing Chen with just a glance when even the earth could not extinguish such rage?
"Hate Demon Eye? Are you from the Hate Emperor Palace?" The Jiaolong Giant, staring at the flickering Demonic Flame in Xing Chen's eyes, couldn't help but speak up.
"Child, do not waste words with him. He is taking this opportunity to recover from his injuries. Although he appears strong now, he is actually weak inside. You still have a chance to defeat him or even kill him!" The Hate Emperor, seemingly seeing something, shouted again.
After hearing the Hate Emperor's words, Xing Chen stopped talking and suddenly pointed forward with determination: the Hate Demon Finger.
A powerful Demonic Aura surged forth, charging towards the Nine Heavens. The overwhelming momentum caused Jiaolong Giant to furrow his brow slightly. He reached out with his large hand, tearing through space instantly and capturing countless Vital Energy, transforming them into powerful weapons.
For example, Thunder Hammer, Ice and Snow Sword, Flame Longsword... countless powerful weapons combined in the air to form a long river, instantly sweeping towards Xing Chen.
“Hate Demon Finger!”
Xing Chen stomped hard on the ground, and a powerful Demon God Phantom slowly emerged behind him, resembling a Hell Demon, as if a god or demon had descended. A strong Demonic Aura surged forth, instantly occupying half of the space.
Immediately, a gigantic finger slowly reached out from the void and collided with the river of weapons.
Boom!
A loud sound echoed as the two forces collided. Where they met, Demonic Aura surged, and various types of Vital Energy rolled continuously, forming a storm that could destroy everything.
At the same time, a terrifying shockwave instantly spread out. Xing Chen's pupils constricted slightly, and then he raised his palm slightly. The Thunderfire Divine Ring flickered with light, and an attack almost comparable to Glimpse of Objects shot out in an instant.
Meanwhile, the Jiaolong Giant, who had maintained a calm expression without any hint of panic, finally changed his expression. Although this force was merely Glimpse of Objects, which was far weaker than his peak power by thousands of times, he had just emerged from the Ice Snow Imperial Seal. His strength could only be compared to Gaze into the Realm's Pinnacle, and he needed more time to fully recover.
“I didn't expect you to have such a trump card. However, no matter how many trump cards you have, it won't matter; today you will undoubtedly die.” The Jiaolong Giant said as he extended a claw forward.
“Dragon Claw!”
As he extended his claw forward, what was originally a normal hand transformed into a claw mid-air. This claw was indeed a genuine dragon claw, the Jiaolong Claw. In an instant, it pierced through layers of spatial barriers and collided fiercely with that powerful attack comparable to Glimpse of Objects.
Bang!
As the two forces collided, far away thousands of miles away, Xing Chen was suddenly shaken by the backlash force and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale, and his body swayed slightly.
"How strong! This Rascal is too powerful; I'm simply no match for him," Xing Chen said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty.
"Damn it, this Rascal may not have fully recovered his peak strength, but he has already regained the power of Gaze of Life Dai Feng. You are indeed no match for him right now," Hate Emperor replied, his voice tinged with helplessness. After all, this Jiaolong Giant was just too formidable, and he couldn't help Xing Chen at all.
Meanwhile, the Jiaolong Giant was also shaken by the residual waves, nearly toppling over. The previously vanished Song Jue Xuelu and others suddenly reappeared from who knows where. They certainly would not miss the opportunity to kick a man when he was down.
"Nine Heavens Divine Fist!"
"Ice Soul Divine Fist!"
"Stunning Dragon Fist!"
Three powerful attacks struck the Jiaolong Giant almost simultaneously. In particular, Song Jue's Nine Heavens Divine Fist, despite the poor character of this Rascal, was still incredibly strong; this punch was enough to rival the Mid Stage of Self-Observation Realm or even later stages.
"Ah—damn it! How could I, this emperor, be beaten down by you bunch? What a great humiliation, truly a great humiliation!" The Jiaolong Giant roared, and then boundless flames surged around him. A powerful aura emanated from him, forcing Song Jue and the others back several hundred miles.
Both Xuelu and Ren Jiu You coughed up blood repeatedly during their retreat, nearly fainting from the exertion.
Song Jue, though slightly better off, was not much better; he also spat blood, his face pale and his body swaying unsteadily.
"Damn it, we are all going to die together at this rate! Someone think of a way!" Xing Chen said with tears in his eyes.
"Unless you use the Fate Jade Pendant, there's no way to deal with this Flood Dragon," Hate Emperor said after a long silence.
"Damn it, I'm going all out! I refuse to believe I can't take him on!" Xing Chen gritted his teeth, a blood-red light flashing in his eyes. Then, he formed hand seals, and a wave of Bloodthirsty Aura instantly spread out.
“Seven Killing Blood Seal, Seven Kill Blood Seal! Seven Kill Transformation!!”
Xing Chen shouted loudly, his body hovering in the air, his clothes billowing. With a cold gaze, he looked at the Jiaolong Giant, and in that moment, his eyes turned completely blood red, and his hair also transformed into a blood-red color.
A momentum that could trample gods and demons surged forth, instantly shooting up into the sky, dyeing the clouds blood red.
“What kind of secret technique is this that is so powerful? Why? Why do I, the dignified Jiaolong Emperor, feel a sense of danger from someone in the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm? This is impossible, absolutely impossible…” The Jiaolong Giant shouted in disbelief.
The Bloodthirsty Aura emanating from Xing Chen made him feel threatened, which he could hardly believe.
“Seven Killing Blood Seal!”
Xing Chen slowly raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed tightly on the Jiaolong Giant. Then, a Blood Seal appeared in his palm and shot out instantly with a thrust of his hand.
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