69novels Chapter 856 Defeat
Chapter 856 Defeat
The air in the courtyard suddenly tightened, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand. Long Tian's lips curled into a slight smile, and when his gaze swept over Long Shishen opposite him, it was filled with undisguised contempt—in his eyes, even if this human-half-blooded man bore the title of "Godslayer," he was nothing more than a joke occasionally mentioned in the dragon clan's history books. Why was he being touted as a god by the clan elders?
"Sister, let him see what true dragon power is." Before Long Tian finished speaking, Long Jiao beside him had already shot out like a streak of crimson lightning. The moment her toes touched the ground, the bluestone shattered, revealing two sharp dragon scale arm guards extending from her elbows to her fingertips, gleaming with a cold, poisonous light. This was the signature style of dragon close combat, emphasizing "speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness." Ordinary cultivators wouldn't even be able to see her shadow, let alone receive the attack.
Long Shishen stood still until Long Jiao's arm guard, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it pierced his throat, at which point he slightly turned his head. That seemingly slow movement perfectly avoided the fatal blow, while at the same time, his right hand formed a palm and lightly pressed against the inside of Long Jiao's arm guard.
"Click——"
With a sharp, teeth-grinding crack, Long Jiao felt a gentle yet incredibly penetrating force surge through her, as if steel needles were piercing her bone marrow. A crack appeared on her proud dragon scale arm armor, and excruciating pain spread from her arm throughout her body, causing her to groan and stagger back three steps before regaining her balance. For the first time, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes as she looked at Long Shishen.
"Useless." Long Tian raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Long Jiao to lose so quickly. He moved swiftly, blocking Long Jiao's path. A pale golden dragon aura rose around him, transforming into a semi-transparent dragon-shaped phantom, its scales shimmering with metallic luster in the sunlight—this was the dragon race's "Dragon Might Protection" divine power, with defensive capabilities comparable to a high-grade magic weapon.
"Human bastard, how dare you harm my dragon race! Today I'll show you what true power is!" Long Tian's voice boomed like a bell. He clenched his fists, his dragon energy condensing into a tangible fist shadow, which slammed towards Long Shishen's face with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks. This move, "Twin Dragons Breaking the Sea," had once shattered a thousand-year-old black iron with a single punch. He was confident that even the elders of his clan would have to think twice before taking it head-on.
Long Shishen's eyes narrowed slightly, but instead of retreating, he advanced. He made a gesture with his left hand, a seemingly chaotic hand gesture that concealed a hidden secret. In the nick of time, he deflected Long Tian's fist shadow to the side. At the same time, his right hand formed a sword with fingers pointing together, and a wisp of almost transparent energy swirled around the fingertip—that was his "Delusion-Breaking Finger," a technique that combined human combat skills with dragon secret arts, specifically designed to break through all kinds of protective divine powers.
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The moment the energy collided with the dragon's might, the pale golden dragon-shaped phantom shattered like glass. Long Tian felt as if his chest had been burned by a red-hot iron. He groaned and flew backward, crashing into a stone pillar in the courtyard, a trace of golden dragon blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother!" Long Jiao exclaimed and stepped forward, only to see that Long Shishen had already closed in, his fingertips no more than an inch away from Long Tian's throat.
"Attack together!" Long Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a mad glint in his eyes. He knew he had no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, so he immediately exchanged a glance with Long Jiao, and the two instantly assumed the "Dragon and Phoenix Combined" formation—a secret attack technique passed down through the Dragon Clan. Long Jiao transformed into a crimson dragon tail and swept across, stirring up sand and stones that obscured their vision, while Long Tian seized the opportunity to gather all his dragon energy, transforming it into a golden dragon breath that rushed straight towards Long Shishen's back.
This is both a calculated move and a risky strategy. By using the dragon's tail to obscure the view, the dragon's breath can block any escape route, leaving anyone caught between two equally dangerous situations.
But Dragon Slayer seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Instead of retreating, he charged forward, heading straight for the crimson dragon's tail. Just as the tail was about to strike him, his body suddenly sank, dodging the attack at an incredible angle. At the same time, he grabbed the end of the dragon's tail with his left hand and, using the force of the sweeping motion, swung it violently!
"Ah—" Caught off guard, Long Jiao was flung into the air and crashed into the golden dragon breath emitted by Long Tian.
"Fool!" Long Tian was terrified and hurriedly withdrew his power, but it was too late. The dragon's breath grazed past Long Jiao's shoulder, blasting a large hole in the artificial hill in the courtyard. Amidst the flying debris, Long Jiao's shoulder was scorched black by the dragon's breath, and the pain almost made her faint.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Long Shishen had already closed in on Long Tian, his palm aimed straight for his heart. But just as his palm was about to touch Long Tian's flesh, he suddenly withdrew his force, only lightly tapping Long Tian's chest with the edge of his palm.
"Pfft—" Long Tian spat out dragon blood again, but he only suffered some internal injuries from the shock and was not seriously injured.
Dragon Godslayer slowly retreated, his eyes calm and unwavering: "Let's end it here."
Long Tian was both shocked and furious, clutching his chest and glaring at him: "Why didn't you kill me?"
Dragon Godslayer's lips curled into a cold smile: "If I kill you all, the old dragons will come out in full force. How am I supposed to investigate what happened back then?" He wanted the truth, not pointless slaughter. Keeping these two alive would both deter troublemakers and prevent alerting the enemy—this was the safest strategy—like deliberately leaving the smaller animals alive during a hunt to lure out the prey that you thought was well hidden.
The courtyard was a mess, filled with the mingled energy of dragons and blood. Long Tian and Long Jiao looked at the seemingly young human before them and felt a chill run down their spines for the first time—this was no bastard, but a true dragon who knew how to be patient and strategic, only temporarily concealing his claws.
Long Jiao coughed up a mouthful of blood, the crimson droplets splattering onto the scales on her chest, a horrifying sight. Already severely injured, she had just taken a direct hit from Long Shishen, further damaging her internal organs. Now, she felt as if her internal organs had been crushed, the pain causing her entire body to tremble. She raised her head, weakly looking at Long Shishen, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something—perhaps resentment, perhaps a question, or perhaps a reminder to Long Tian. But the metallic taste rising in her throat choked her words. Finally, her vision went black, her body swayed, and if Long Tian hadn't caught her in time, she would have collapsed to the ground. In the end, she couldn't utter a single word, only allowing the overwhelming exhaustion to wash over her.
Long Tian, supporting the swaying Long Jiao, looked at Long Shishen with a complex expression. His dragon armor was riddled with cracks, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating he had also suffered greatly. Despite being a prisoner, firmly locked in place by Long Shishen's aura and unable to move, he still took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty: "With such heaven-defying strength, staying in the Flood Dragon Clan is ultimately a waste of your talent. Only by coming to our Dragon Clan can you access the most primal inheritance and fully awaken your power—otherwise, without the support of the Dragon Clan's secret techniques, your strength will stagnate sooner or later, and that would truly be a waste of your talent." He paused, his tone carrying a hint of pleading, but more so a helpless attempt to win you over, "Now that things have come to this, I have no reason to lie to you. You... what's your decision?"