Chapter 126: Supreme Sword Dao, Also Has an Enemy

Chapter 126: Supreme Sword Dao, Also Has an Enemy

Many people had no idea what the term "War God Dragon Envoy" truly represented. Its significance was extraordinary—enough to inspire awe even in a Martial Venerable.

All eyes turned curiously toward the Deputy Headmaster of the Three Masters Martial Academy, unfamiliar with the term "War God Dragon Envoy." The fact that it was recorded in ancient texts suggested its origins were anything but ordinary.

The Deputy Headmaster explained, "The dragon race is one of the most mysterious and powerful races in the world. In the Yulan Empire, dragons like Winged Dragons, Tyrant Dragons, Earth Dragons, Flood Dragons, Responding Dragons, and Departing Dragons… none of them can be considered true, pure-blooded dragons. They are merely descendants, their bloodlines diluted over time."

"The true dragon race resides in the vast oceans and seas, possessing incomparable strength. They are far beyond the ability of any Martial Venerable to subdue, let alone tame as mounts. Among the dragons, the most powerful is known as the 'Supreme Divine Dragon King,' the ruler of all dragonkind. Even other divine dragons must obey its commands."

"There can only be one Supreme Divine Dragon King—supreme and unrivaled. When the old Supreme Divine Dragon King nears death, thousands upon thousands of 'Dragon Soul Lights' will emerge from its body, scattering across countless realms, universes, and mystical worlds."

"Each Dragon Soul Light gives birth to a young dragon, and each young dragon is accompanied by an envoy. Together, the envoy and the young dragon wage war. If they defeat all other young dragons, that young dragon will ascend as the new Supreme Divine Dragon King, ruling over all dragonkind. The one who fights alongside the young dragon is called the 'War God Dragon Envoy'—the guardian who escorts the young dragon to its throne."

"The Dragon Warriors of the Yulan Empire cannot merge with dragons; they can only ride them into battle. But the War God Dragon Envoy can fuse with the young dragon, unleashing astonishing combat power—much like Ning Xiaochuan's current state."

"Legend has it that the War God Dragon Envoy and the young dragon are bound from birth, wielding the power to slay true gods. If that small red dragon truly was born from a Dragon Soul Light of the Supreme Divine Dragon King… does that mean the old Supreme Divine Dragon King is nearing its end? Every time the throne passes to a new ruler, chaos shakes the heavens, and the world is thrown into turmoil. Could this herald the arrival of another era of upheaval?"

The Deputy Headmaster's words sounded like something out of a mythical tale—so fantastical that it hardly seemed real, more like an ancient legend fabricated by storytellers.

To the martial artists present, creatures like Winged Dragons, Flood Dragons, and Tyrant Dragons were already unimaginably powerful, capable of toppling mountains, severing rivers, and altering the course of wars. If these were merely descendants, how terrifyingly strong must the true dragon race be?

The Deputy Headmaster chuckled and waved a hand. "Of course, these are just myths recorded in ancient texts. I’ve never actually seen a true dragon or a War God Dragon Envoy myself. Whether they truly exist… well, that’s anyone’s guess. Treat it all as just a story."

"Tch."

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, having been genuinely startled by the words of the Deputy Headmaster of the Three Masters Martial Academy earlier. If the War God Dragon Envoy were truly that powerful, wouldn’t they be capable of shattering the entire territory of the Yulan Empire with a single punch?

"I think that small red dragon of Ning Xiaochuan’s must be a special dragon breed. After forming a bond with him, it can merge with his body, transforming into armor and weapons," the Deputy Headmaster of the Diamond Martial Academy said.

The Deputy Headmaster of the Diamond Martial Academy nodded and added, "I find this explanation far more convincing than someone’s exaggerated claims about the War God Dragon Envoy. Mystic beasts capable of transforming into armor and weapons aren’t unheard of—I’ve even seen a Seventh-Level Mystic Beast that could take human form or morph into a battle sword."

His words were met with unanimous agreement from the crowd. This explanation was much easier to accept, whereas the claims of the Deputy Headmaster of the Three Masters Martial Academy seemed far too exaggerated.

The Deputy Headmaster of the Three Masters Martial Academy retorted, "At the very least, Ning Xiaochuan’s Battle Pet is a dragon. Once it matures, it won’t be weaker than a Seventh-Level Mystic Beast. In the future, it could even become a Dragon Warrior, strong enough to rival Ming Yang, the Supreme Sword Dao practitioner."

"Let’s wait until this battle concludes. Even with the dragon’s fusion, the gap in cultivation remains. If he can’t defeat Ming Yang, all this talk is meaningless," the Deputy Headmaster of the Diamond Martial Academy countered.

The two deputy headmasters began to clash verbally, their words thick with tension.

Ning Xiaochuan hadn’t anticipated such a transformation either. He examined his arms, now as thick as bowls, covered in thick crimson dragon scales, with a sharp spike protruding from each wrist.

On his chest was a massive triangular dragon scale, resembling a divine shield, shimmering with a crystalline red glow.

On his back stretched a pair of red dragon wings over 10 meters long, adorned with sharp spines and wreathed in faint flames. They were far sturdier and more powerful than his Wings of Rage, possessing formidable offensive capabilities.

His entire body was clad in divine dragon armor, covering every inch.

A sharp pain flared in his chest. Using Internal Vision, he discovered a crimson Dragon Vein piercing into his Martial Arts Heart Palace, absorbing the Martial Arts Profound Qi within.

In other words, the energy sustaining this armor came entirely from Ning Xiaochuan himself. If his Martial Arts Profound Qi were exhausted, the armor would vanish, reverting to the small red dragon with pitiful combat strength.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The small red dragon’s head hovered above Ning Xiaochuan’s shoulder, roaring with intense battle fervor.

Ning Xiaochuan realized he could now fully understand its words.

His Martial Arts Profound Qi was depleting rapidly, and he had no idea how long he could last. Not wanting to waste time, he raised the crimson dragon sword toward the sky and declared, "Then let’s fight!"

Crack!

A bolt of lightning erupted from the crimson dragon sword, showcasing its immense power.

Gripping the dragon claw battle sword, Ning Xiaochuan found it incredibly heavy—likely weighing over 5,000 kg, if not more.

Whoosh!

With a single flap of his blood-red dragon wings, his body soared, stirring up fierce winds that sent dust flying.

In an instant, he appeared above Ming Yang’s head and swung his sword down.

Ming Yang was momentarily stunned by Ning Xiaochuan's transformation, but his high level of dignity allowed him to quickly regain composure. He thrust his sword forward, creating a mirror-like surface over 10 meters in diameter in the air.

Boom!

Ming Yang's legs sank into the ground, but he ultimately managed to block Ning Xiaochuan's strike. The power behind Ning Xiaochuan's sword was terrifying—far beyond what a Fifth Level of the Divine Body Realm cultivator should be capable of unleashing.

Whoosh!

A massive dragon head emerged from behind Ning Xiaochuan, spewing flames directly at Ming Yang's face.

Hmph!

Ming Yang's Protective Profound Qi Armor melted under the intense heat, his face charred and mutilated, his body scorched black. A muffled groan escaped his lips as he endured excruciating pain.

An ordinary person would have writhed on the ground in agony, but Ming Yang's unyielding will, forged through brutal training since childhood, allowed him to endure. He swiftly retracted his sword and retreated.

Though the flames from the dragon's maw were devastating, they consumed half of Ning Xiaochuan's Martial Arts Profound Qi, leaving him dizzy and on the verge of collapse from exhaustion. Gritting his teeth, Ning Xiaochuan flapped his dragon wings and swung his sword again, unleashing a blood-red curtain of Sword Qi.

Despite his grievous injuries, Ming Yang's formidable cultivation kept him fighting. His eyes burned with ferocity as he roared, "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun!"

His body and greatsword merged as countless Sword Qi condensed into a single white arc, piercing through the crimson curtain and striking Ning Xiaochuan's Dragon Scale-covered chest with a metallic clang.

This was Ming Yang's strongest strike—one that could shatter even a cliff.

"How is this possible?" Ming Yang stared in disbelief. His most powerful attack had failed to penetrate Ning Xiaochuan's scales.

Ning Xiaochuan's legs buckled slightly as he struggled to steady himself. Without the Dragon Scale Divine Armor, that strike would have killed him instantly. Even with it, the impact sent violent tremors through his body, rupturing his organs and inflicting severe internal injuries.

Blood trickled from Ning Xiaochuan's lips, but he refused to fall. His gaze remained resolute as he swung his sword, the blade grazing Ming Yang's scalp and shearing off a patch of skin along with a thin layer of skull.

Had the sword dipped just a fraction lower, Ming Yang's head would have split in two.

Bald and bleeding profusely, Ming Yang seemed oblivious to the pain as he charged at Ning Xiaochuan once more.

The battle was brutal—both warriors drenched in blood, locked in a desperate struggle of willpower.

Every passing moment added fresh wounds to Ming Yang's body, his face twisted in agony as he let out furious roars.

Each clash of their greatswords forced Ning Xiaochuan to cough up blood. Despite his armor and weapon, the two-realm gap in cultivation between them left him at a disadvantage, his injuries worsening with every exchange.

Both were on the verge of collapse, clinging to sheer determination, each striving to outlast the other.

The battle has reached such an intensity that it has defied everyone's expectations. Initially thought to be a one-sided fight with a clear disparity in strength, it has instead turned into a fiercely balanced contest.

"Every time a Supreme Sword Dao practitioner emerges, they become the defining symbol of their era, unrivaled under heaven and standing as the ultimate powerhouse. But this time is different."

"It’s clear that this is no longer an era where Supreme Sword Dao reigns supreme alone. Among their peers, someone has now risen to challenge it."

"Supreme Sword Dao, also has an enemy."