Chapter 159 | Overtime Necromancy: My Legion Never Sleeps

With Xia Qiming's command, the people of Daxia moved into action.

Aside from Kuya Mountain, Daxia's troops simultaneously appeared on several other famous mountains.

A total of nine bronze cauldrons, each over nine meters tall and nine meters wide, appeared atop the nine great famous mountains.

The Daxia troops surrounded the bronze cauldrons, dancing and moving in circles.

As they circled, they chanted in unison.

The dance and songs gathered everyone's spirit, merging with the bronze cauldron in the center.

In an instant, the Fires of Life ignited within the bronze cauldrons, fueled by the essence, qi, spirit, and soul of the people.

The flames roared, firmly suppressing the mountain souls and even slowing the flow of the river below.

A continuous flow of heaven and earth's momentum poured from the mountain souls into the bronze cauldrons.

The resulting majesty was immense, forming a counterforce against the true dragon over the East Sea.

Still flying freely above the East Sea and immersed in the joy of its transformation, Qing Cang stopped as it sensed this unfamiliar aura.

"As expected, besides the Huang Cang Kingdom and the Lihuo Sect, there is a third party."

Qing Cang had already anticipated that this journey had been too smooth; beyond the visible Huang Cang Kingdom and Lihuo Sect, there had to be a hidden hand behind the scenes.

"But I now possess a true dragon body. No matter what schemes or tricks you have, I shall crush them with pure strength!"

Qing Cang let out a high-pitched roar, and its dragon's roar echoed in all directions.

The massive power within its body and its vast, sea-like mana made it swell with pride.

This was the power of a true dragon, the power of a top-tier bloodline. With this strength, Qing Cang believed that in this world, no one could make it bow except for the elusive, legendary immortals.

Below, Ye Bufan and Xiang Longwu struck simultaneously. This pair of old partners once again became the main force in the dragonslaying attempt.

Ye Bufan formed a sword finger and pointed forward. The spirit sword in his arms automatically unsheathed, glowing with golden light and a brilliant sword intent as it flew toward Qing Cang, carving a trail through the air.

Unable to dodge in time, the spirit sword swept across Qing Cang's upper body, its sharp sword intent stabbing toward its eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come. Ye Bufan's strike only left a shallow white mark on the dragon scales.

Since they were above the East Sea, water vapor was abundant. With a flow of Qing Cang's mana, a water healing technique instantly wiped the white mark away.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Seeing this, Qing Cang grinned and laughed.

"Ants, let me show you what a true dragon is! Before a true dragon, all schemes and tricks are futile!"

With a single thought from Qing Cang, its mana flowed, and countless clouds and water gathered in the sky. In an instant, dense clouds and rain covered the sky, blotting out the sun.

Summoning clouds and rain was a great divine ability for cultivators, one that only geniuses could master. But for a true dragon, it was nothing more than instinct.

Powerful old dragons could create a massive downpour that swept across the world just by coughing or spitting a few times.

Qing Cang had only just become a true dragon, so its execution was not yet practiced, but it was by no means slow.

A torrential rain swept toward the Daxia people below.

This was no ordinary natural rain. Originating from a true dragon's great divine ability, the raindrops contained true intent and fell with such force that they could easily pierce through stone and take lives.

Once the rain formed, Qing Cang opened its mouth and blew a howling gale.

The rain carried the force of the wind, making its power even more terrifying. This sky full of raindrops became a lethal sword array, with every drop acting as a simple yet deadly blade of light.

Xiang Longwu activated his true qi, his intent moving with his heart.

"Nine Dragon Punch, Baxia Supporting the Tablet!"

His punch intent mobilized the heaven and earth's spiritual energy, forming a phantom Baxia in the air that blocked the sky-covering sword rain.

"Nine dragons? Hmph! Mere ants dare to try and learn the ways of a dragon!"

Qing Cang sneered.

The rain from the sky grew heavier, the droplets so dense they were comparable to a waterfall.

"This won't work. This sword rain is too fierce; I won't be able to support this for long. We can't just defend; we must attack."

Xiang Longwu did his best to maintain the Baxia phantom, but the speed at which his true qi was draining told him that defending like this was not a solution.

Xia Qiming turned to look at Zhuge Xuanqi behind him.

"Teacher, how much longer?"

Zhuge Xuanqi looked at the cauldrons atop the nine peaks and whispered, "Soon, soon. Let Longwu hold on a bit longer."

Ye Bufan also landed atop the Baxia phantom, manipulating his spirit sword to help share the pressure on Xiang Longwu.

High in the air, Qing Cang looked like the master of this world, watching the two people struggling below.

As for those strange cauldrons in the back, Qing Cang didn't care at all.

It had just gained such powerful strength and was worried it had nowhere to use it. It was perfect; it would let these ants jump around to their heart's content so the world could once again witness the power of a true dragon.

"It's ready! The ritual is complete! Bufan, Longwu, come and take the Fires of Commoners!"

Zhuge Xuanqi shouted toward Ye Bufan and his partner.

At the same time, dozens of Daxia's epic-tier powerhouses, bathed in flames, flew over from behind.

Han Zhuting held his long spear, dancing it up and down as he was the first to reach Ye Bufan, blocking the sword rain for him.

"Leave this to us for now. You two, go quickly!"

"Alright."

Xiang Longwu retracted his phantom and grabbed Ye Bufan's shoulder.

Ye Bufan stepped onto his spirit sword and used sword flight. A streak of light instantly flashed past, arriving at the cauldrons in the rear.

The personnel on the mountaintop immediately wrapped a transparent, burning chain of fire around the waists of Ye Bufan and Xiang Longwu.

"Sword Immortal, God of War, this Dragon-Binding Lock has been tempered by the Fires of Commoners. As long as the fire is not extinguished, the true dragon's water qi cannot touch you. But if it goes out, you must return here to reignite it."

Ye Bufan nodded and raised his spirit sword, taking Xiang Longwu back to the East Sea battlefield.

By now, the group of Daxia powerhouses was relying on the flames on their bodies to begin ganging up on the true dragon.

Below, Zhuge Xuanqi also brought out a Bagua compass. Using the Fires of Commoners as threads, he linked everyone's auras together to form an array, sealing the heaven and earth and shrinking Qing Cang's space to maneuver.

"Nine Dragon Punch, Yazi's Gratitude!"

Xiang Longwu threw a punch, manifesting his intent to strike at Qing Cang.

Ye Bufan also used his sword finger to control his spirit sword, his sword intent soaring as he slashed at the true dragon.

As the battle raged, the flames on the Daxia people actually began to spread onto Qing Cang's body.

Qing Cang manipulated water qi, trying to extinguish the strange flames, but it failed.

The flames seemed to have no physical form, appearing as illusory objects. The fire did not go out when water passed through it, nor did it flicker when the wind blew.

"Roar!"

Qing Cang roared loudly, completely enraged.

Its form shifted, instantly becoming several thousand meters long. A dragon could be large or small, and close-quarters combat was also one of its strengths.