Chapter 14032 The Weakling Unleashes His Power
Chapter 14032 The Weakling Unleashes His Power
Green Spirit slowly said:
"Holy Dragon, you were originally a divine beast of the Demon Sect. When you were in the Demon Sect, you were majestic and protected the peace of the Demon Sect."
But later, you were captured by that sanctuary, they erased your memories, and arbitrarily modified you, turning you into this grotesque mess you are now.
You don't even recognize the sect leader's true form?
How tragic and lamentable!
The Holy Dragon shuddered violently, its enormous, mountain-like body trembling as if an invisible force was raging against it.
Its deep, resonant voice trembled slightly as it stammered:
"You, you are Green Spirit..."
you……"
In an instant, long-forgotten memories surged forth like a tide, reminding it of the countless years it had spent with Green Spirit.
During their time in the Demon Sect, they fought side by side, protected the Demon Sect's territory, and soared through the night sky together. Those scenes flashed through its mind like a movie, every detail crystal clear.
This sacred dragon was originally a renowned divine beast of the Demon Sect.
It is agile and powerful, exuding a terrifying majesty.
It often followed closely beside the two swordsmen, like a loyal guardian, and even willingly became their mount, carrying them across the world.
No matter how powerful the enemy, it is fearless and is always the first to rush forward, using its own body to shield the swordsmen from all dangers.
However, fate played a cruel joke on it.
Previously, it was captured by a mysterious and powerful force. Those people used evil means to erase all its memories and arbitrarily modified it, turning it into its current somewhat confused and unfamiliar state.
Unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, those erased memories surged back like a flood, instantly allowing it to rediscover its former self.
"He was personally chosen as the successor by the sect leader,"
The green spirit hovered in mid-air, its green light flickering. Its voice carried an undeniable majesty, as if each word possessed immense power.
"If you dare to harm him in the slightest, I will personally kill you today, not to mention my master!"
I will use my sharpest claws to tear your scales off piece by piece, so you can taste a fate worse than death!
"metropolitan?"
The Holy Dragon trembled again, as if the terrifying pressure of the Demon Sect Master was once again lingering in its mind.
It was a being that instilled awe and fear in it from the bottom of its heart; a single glance or gesture from the sect leader could make it tremble with fear.
It slowly turned its head again, glanced at Ling Xiao, its face full of confusion, and frowned as it said:
"Why did the sect leader choose such a weakling?"
He looked thin and frail, lacking any of the imposing presence and domineering aura of the sect leader in his prime. How could he possibly shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting the sect leader's mantle?
"This is the sect leader's decision. I'm also wondering about it, but don't underestimate this kid just because he's weak now. When he gets scary, even if you and I join forces, we still can't control him."
Green Spirit pursed her lips, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes. Then, she paused deliberately, her tone becoming more serious as she spoke, enunciating each word clearly.
"Moreover, he has the Demon King protecting him. You should know the Demon King's power; he's someone who can control everything. If you dare to touch him, that Demon King can skin you alive, crush your bones into powder, and ensure your soul never finds peace!"
Upon hearing the words "Demon King," a hint of fear flashed in the Holy Dragon's eyes, and it involuntarily took a step back.
It had long heard of the Demon King's formidable reputation; he was a being who made the entire Demon Realm tremble.
It knew that it was no match for the Demon King, and if it really angered the Demon King, it would only face certain death.
It slowly turned its head to look at the man in white, its eyes filled with a hint of apology and helplessness, and said in a low voice:
“I cannot hurt him. He is the successor chosen by the sect leader and is protected by the Demon King. I simply do not have the courage to lay a hand on him.”
The man in white curled his lips into a cold smile, a smile filled with disdain and anger, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
He waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly, and said impatiently:
"It's okay, let's find someone else!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the people behind Ling Xiao, his eyes revealing an undeniable air of authority.
He was in a bad mood at the moment. He never expected that Ling Xiao, whom he looked down on, would scare his Holy Dragon.
The Holy Dragon's enormous head suddenly turned, its piercing gaze instantly fixing on the Peacock King, who was standing guard not far away.
Its massive body suddenly accelerated, each step it took seemed to shake the earth, like a black mountain carrying a destructive force, pressing down fiercely on the Peacock King.
The ground trembled violently under its heavy, mountain-like footsteps, as if an ancient behemoth had been awakened and was roaring madly.
A deafening sonic boom echoed through the air, sounding like thousands of sharp blades slicing through eardrums, filling people with terror.
The surrounding houses collapsed like paper under the powerful impact, with bricks and tiles flying everywhere, raising clouds of dust and instantly enveloping everything in chaos.
The Peacock King remained expressionless, his demeanor cold and aloof, as if the terrifying scene before him was nothing more than a gentle breeze.
However, his cascading hair was wildly whipped around by the powerful airflow generated by the Holy Dragon's charge, flying wildly in the air like black ribbons.
He gently placed his hands on the guzheng, and suddenly, with a sharp pluck of his fingers, the guzheng seemed to come alive, instantly emitting a deep and resonant sound, as if it were a call from the deepest hell.
In an instant, countless wind blades appeared out of thin air, drawing silver-white arcs in the void, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, carrying a sharp and fierce aura.
These wind blades were incredibly sharp, cutting tiny cracks in the space wherever they passed. The cracks, like black centipedes, twisted and wriggled in the air, emanating a chilling aura.
The distant mountains were sheared off by this invisible force, and rocks rolled down, raising clouds of dust.
However, the Holy Dragon did not dodge or flinch at all. It raised its proud head slightly, its eyes full of disdain and provocation.
With its iron-hard scales and terrifyingly large body, it charged headlong into the countless sharp wind blades like a rampaging steel chariot.
The scales collided with the wind blades, bursting into dazzling sparks, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, brilliant yet fleeting.
The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell, the result of the intense friction between the wind blades and the scales.
