Chapter 1551

Chapter 1551 (Raw 1533): Dragon Blood Soul Breaking Finger

Soul Breaking Finger!

This was a Soul Dao Martial Technique that the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor obtained in his early years. It required the next cultivation realm after the Veritable Personage Realm for one to cultivate it.

However, the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor tossed it to Xiao Chen, wanting him to learn it now. This was somewhat overbearing.

After all, Xiao Chen was currently only in the first stage of the Veritable Personage Realm, the Veritable Essence Stage. After that were the Yin Essence Stage and the Yang Essence Stage.

This was equivalent to Xiao Chen having to learn a Martial Technique that was at least two stages beyond his capabilities.

Xiao Chen carefully recalled what the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor said. Then, he calmed down and thought about it. The other party seemed unreasonable, but in reality, he was not being cruel and unfeeling.

If the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor did not think highly of Xiao Chen, he would not have handed the Soul Breaking Finger to him or saved him.

In fact, this approach was inevitable. If one could not defy convention, there was no need to even talk about saving the Kunlun Realm.

After familiarizing himself with the circulation method for the Soul Breaking Finger, Xiao Chen did not rush to try it out.

A Soul Dao Martial Technique drained a cultivator's Soul Energy. Every failure harmed the soul.

This was especially so for someone like Xiao Chen, who was forcibly cultivating it. If he was not careful, it would inflict even greater harm on him.

If things went bad, Xiao Chen might even turn into a fool, or his soul might scatter.

The information that the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor gave Xiao Chen included specific instructions saying that he could fail only three times.

After three failures, if he tried and failed again, he would harm his Soul Origin, which would be difficult to recover from.

"First step: driving my Soul Energy!"

Xiao Chen slowly circulated his energy. As he did so, he discovered that his consciousness was outside his physical body.

He drove a forbidden energy in his body. Immediately, winds blew and clouds churned in the world.

A strong aura erupted from Xiao Chen's body—an aura several times stronger than his Dao Might.

A strong wind howled, causing his clothes to flap. If anyone of the Kunlun Realm stood in front of him now, they would feel a soul-deep fear.

"Second step: condensing Soul Energy!"

Condensing the Soul Energy was the most crucial step. If one could not condense the Soul Energy, the Soul Energy would not be mighty; unleashing it would be impossible.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As the Soul Energy condensed, invisible storms appeared in the sky, gathering in the clouds.

Bolts of lightning tore through the clouds, producing loud cracks that shook the soul.

"Pu ci!"

Before Xiao Chen could even show an expression of joy, he vomited a mouthful of blood. The Soul Energy washed away like water from his hand.

All the mysterious phenomena in the sky disappeared. The terrifying aura vanished.

After experiencing failure, Xiao Chen rested for a while and then tried again.

This time, he successfully condensed his Soul Energy. However, he encountered a problem with the third step, unleashing the Soul Energy.

In the end, the Soul Energy rebounded. He felt like his soul rattled. He felt drained of energy, his mind extremely fatigued.

"Again!"

After resting awhile, Xiao Chen commenced his third attempt. This time, he could only succeed; he could not afford to fail.

Inside the scarlet dragon seal in Xiao Chen's body, the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor had not gone back to sleep yet. Instead, he watched Xiao Chen very carefully.

"What terrifying Soul Dao talent! With only two attempts, he already reached this step. His Soul Energy is also startlingly strong, much stronger than mine back then."

The Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor muttered to himself, "Perhaps it has something to do with those secrets in his body."

As the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor pondered, Xiao Chen formally made his third attempt.

First step: driving Soul Energy. Success!

Second step: condensing Soul Energy. Success!

Third step: unleashing Soul Energy. Success!

There was still the final step missing, a drop of dragon blood missing. Dragons were one of the hundred strongest races during the Great Desolate Era. Their inheritance had passed down until now. After millions of years, dragon blood was like a mythological bloodline.

Although the pure-blooded Dragon Race was no longer around, Xiao Chen's Azure Dragon bloodline showed eight color changes—an extremely high grade.

One drop of such peak-quality Azure Dragon Blood could raise the might of this Soul Breaking Finger tenfold.

Without dragon blood, the might of the Soul Breaking Finger would be very ordinary.

After succeeding in unleashing his Soul Energy to his fingertip, a hole opened in Xiao Chen's heart, releasing a drop of heart blood into the Soul Energy.

The tip of his right index finger gave off a scarlet light that turned the entire place scarlet.

What was stranger was that when this scarlet light shone, even the insides of stones and grass showed themselves clearly.

"Is he going to succeed?" The Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor felt some excitement. However, his expression changed suddenly. "That's not right. The dragon blood and Soul Energy have not merged completely."

"Boom!"

A beam of scarlet light with dragon patterns shot out of Xiao Chen's fingertip. However, this beam of light got only halfway before it petered out and vanished into nothing.

This time, Xiao Chen was not injured. However, his face was filled with disappointment. "Why is it like this? It clearly already succeeded. Why did it still scatter? No way, I have to try again."

"Whoosh!" The space before Xiao Chen twisted, and he got pulled into the space within the scarlet dragon seal again, meeting the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor once more.

"Stop trying. You already failed," the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor said expressionlessly.

Xiao Chen argued seriously, "I want to try again. I will definitely succeed this time."

"What if you fail? You will die a miserable death. Are you sure you want to try again?"

"I'm sure. I can only gamble on this."

The Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor silently sighed to himself, He is really stubborn, just like myself back then.

Perhaps he really can revitalize the already extinct Azure Dragon bloodline.

Just like how I managed to revitalize the completely declined Dragon Race just by myself.

"Alright, give it a try. I won't stop you. However, I really have to sleep for a period of time now. When you surpass the Veritable Personage Realm, wake me up. Remember, use the power of your bloodline properly. That is great wealth there."

After the Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor finished speaking, his figure slowly faded, then vanished from Xiao Chen's sight.

Xiao Chen returned to reality with a smile on his face. This Blood-Soaked Dragon Emperor is truly an interesting person.

He criticized me greatly, but right before he actually went to sleep, he did not mention anything about not wanting me as an inheritor after I fail.

"The third failure should be because the dragon blood did not fully merge with the Soul Energy. I have to think of a way."

…

On the other side, the vast battle at Kunlun Mountain was entering its final moments.

Under the leadership of the Demonic God, the armies of the Demonic World launched berserk attacks against Kunlun Mountain over and over again. They could charge up Kunlun Mountain at any moment.

Once this final line of defense failed, all that awaited the Kunlun Realm cultivators was a one-sided slaughter.

The Demonic God fought the Deity Race Ancestor, the ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Corpse, and the clone of the Martial God Palace's founder by itself.

It possessed the innate advantage of being undefeatable. No matter what kind of injury it suffered, it did not sustain any fatal damage.

It could quickly recover from all injuries. On the other hand, of the three great trump cards of the Kunlun Realm, the clone of the Martial God Palace's founder steadily dimmed.

The Deity Race Ancestor was wounded all over, looking like he would collapse at any moment.

Only the ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Corpse was in good condition due to the advantages of its physical body.

At the sight of these three great trump cards being firmly suppressed by the Demonic God, Ying Zongtian and the Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign, who were fighting the Earth Demon Monarch, the Shadow Demon Monarch, and the other Demonic World Primes, revealed helpless expressions.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The clone of the Martial God Palace's founder suddenly started flashing. His figure turned increasingly fainter.

Ying Zongtian's expression changed drastically. "Oh no! Its time is almost up!"

The moment he said that, the clone vanished.

The delicate balance instantly broke. The Demonic God laughed loudly, "You old undying fool can truly go and die now!"

"Bang!"

Scarlet light burst out. The Deity Race Ancestor, who had been holding out for a long time, finally could no longer endure. He got knocked away, and a scarlet light flashed.

With his many accumulated injuries, the Deity Race Ancestor's lifeforce dwindled continuously, streams of Life Essence scattering in the air.

"Ancestor!" the Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign cried out in despair. The Deity Race Ancestor had protected the Deity Race for generations. Now, he finally died in the Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign's generation.

Of the three great trump cards, only the ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Corpse remained, still holding on bitterly.

Kunlun Mountain would fall very soon, but Xiao Chen was still conducting his final attempt.