A flash of dazzling sword-light erupted through the forest, crisscrossing in all directions.
Xiao Chen was severely wounded. His movements were no longer as swift as before, and in the end, the Royal Celestial Maiden had caught up to him. Now, only desperate battle remained—life against life, death against death.
The great fire had been extinguished. Darkness shrouded the mountain forest, but brilliant sword-light flared up again and again, reaching nearly to the lightning in the sky above, shattering trees and wood into flying splinters.
As the Royal Celestial Maiden, Zhao Lin'er had naturally cultivated a顶级 cultivation art—the famous Rainbow Sword Art. A resplendent rainbow coiled around her body, illuminating her peerless grace even in the rainy night. Seven-colored sword-light shot forth continuously.
Xiao Chen’s disheveled hair lashed wildly in the wind. His eyes were cold as frozen lightning. His longsword arced like a rainbow as he fought with his wounded body. Yet he could not contend with her. Forced back, he fled once more.
Though the endless darkness of heaven and earth provided him cover for escape, Zhao Lin'er’s movement technique was too fast. She cultivated the Flickering Light, Shadow-Chasing Illusory Step—a peerless lightness skill rivaling the Bodhi Leaf Drifting Art of Master Da Mo. She moved like an exiled immortal, elegant and effortless, but she kept Xiao Chen locked in her sights.
In the boundless dark, rain poured like a waterfall. Xiao Chen sprinted through the forest, blood welling up in his throat. His injured body was failing fast. But the murderous aura behind him pressed closer and closer. The seven-colored sword-light was about to touch his flesh.
He leaped into the air, spinning, and swept out a resplendent curtain of light, like scattered stars falling from the night sky. The light curtain extinguished the incoming rainbow blade-light, dissolving the fatal strike. Then his longsword whirled, stabbing upward—a dazzling beam of sword-light that soared like a silver dragon, seeming to merge with the lightning crashing down from the heavens.
The fierce sword-qi forced Zhao Lin'er back. Xiao Chen fled yet again.
In this downpour-soaked deep night, all the beasts had retreated into hiding. Apart from wind, rain, and thunder, no other animal sounds could be heard.
Xiao Chen knew this could not continue. He had to change something, or he would die without doubt. He oriented himself and turned toward the sinister, dark mountain forest ahead. Whether he lived or died would depend on this gamble!
Elsewhere, although no beasts roared, their tracks could still be seen. Only in this direction was the great forest utterly silent—not a single beast could be found. Though thunder rolled and rain fell in torrents, this woodland gave off an inexplicable feeling of deathly stillness.
It was as if this was a land of great inauspice!
As he penetrated deeper into the forest, a thick, fierce aura of slaughter spread through the air, undimmed even by the rain.
Xiao Chen did not stop; he ran forward with all speed. Zhao Lin'er’s heart lurched. She sensed a terrifying murderous aura—the kind born from the slaughter of countless living beings. Ahead lay great danger!
But after a moment’s hesitation, she still pursued. If she missed this opportunity, she might never again be able to destroy Xiao Chen. Having begun, she could not stop.
Suddenly, a low roar sounded from deep within the forest. A wind tainted with blood swept through, whipping trees into a frenzy. Waves of grim, fierce energy surged forth.
Rain slanted. Leaves scattered. The earth trembled!
A massive roar drowned out the thunder itself. The mountain ridges for miles around began to shake. From the primeval forest, a colossal form emerged.
The monstrous beast’s body was shrouded in hazy green light. It stood there like a mountain peak, radiating an endless aura of murderous savagery.
It was the same ancient beast whose appearance had earlier allowed Xiao Chen to kill Prince Feng and Liu Yue. Now, hunted without escape by the Royal Celestial Maiden, he sought to lure this primordial monster into driving her back.
But at this moment, even Xiao Chen was stunned. Zhao Lin'er was frozen in shock as well. He finally understood the true origin of the beast that had fought the Eight-Armed Malignant Dragon through half the night.
This was the legendary Tyrant Dragon of ancient times!
It was fifty meters long and over twenty meters tall. A pair of extraordinarily powerful hind legs allowed it to run semi-erect, freeing its forelimbs. Its terrible dragon claws were razor-sharp, gleaming with a cold, blinding light.
Its enormous head was ferocious and grotesque. A single cyan horn, six or seven meters long, shone with an eerie, jade-green cold light. Its cyan eyes were each the size of a millstone, radiating a chilly, piercing glare. Sharp fangs jutted like broadswords of gleaming steel.
Its crocodile-like cyan tail was over twenty meters long—it could sweep aside any obstacle with the force of a thousand armies without effort.
The body was covered entirely in cyan scales, flashing with a terrible cyan radiance that seemed especially otherworldly in the dark, rainy night.
The beast bore many horrifying wounds—large patches of scales had fallen away, clearly the result of its battle with the Eight-Armed Malignant Dragon.
A fierce, slaughterous aura cloaked it. One could easily imagine the countless living beings it had torn apart.
Legend had it that this was a branch of the royal lineage among ancient dragon-kind. Few could match its physical power. It was known as the Tyrant King Dragon. Moreover, it could breathe clouds and mist, control thunder and lightning, fly through the sky, and soar through the earth—even the celestial gods thought twice before provoking it.
Clearly, the clashing of swords had disturbed it. The brilliant sword-light had drawn its attention. It sensed intruders into its territory. With a roar that shook the mountain ridges, its massive dragon-body moved like a small hill toward Xiao Chen and Zhao Lin'er.
Zhao Lin'er’s face changed drastically. Gazing at Xiao Chen ahead, she seethed with anger. Lifting her longsword, she pressed forward again. Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and had no choice but to charge toward the evil dragon once more.
As the ancient savage beast drew near, the earth quaked violently. Both of them could barely keep their footing, staggering as they ran.
The legendary Tyrant Dragon was closing in. In the end, Zhao Lin'er, frustrated and regretful, turned and fled. A legendary ancient beast of this caliber was too terrifying—a single second’s delay could mean death.
Xiao Chen felt a chill run down his spine. He was now less than fifty meters from the Tyrant Dragon. Another three or four steps and the behemoth would be upon him. The pair of cyan, ghostly enormous eyes had already locked onto him through the trees!
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