Chapter 64: The Golden Dragon Spear and Heavenly Lightning

“You will die.”

Wielding the Golden Dragon Spear, Long Aotian’s dragon aura surged with immense power. The very moment the spear materialized, the surrounding golden elemental spiritual energy seemed to halt, as if frozen.

It was as if loyal subjects had encountered their sovereign, imbued with an innate, instinctual submission.

A ruthless glint flickered in Long Aotian’s eyes, as though he intended to grind Xian Yuan into oblivion.

Behind him, the faces of his lackeys contorted into savage expressions, their resolve hardened by the desire to avenge their third brother.

“That’s the Golden Dragon Spear!”

“Isn’t that our clan’s divine artifact?”

“Why is it in Long Aotian’s hands?”

“…”

Every member of the Royal Dragon race recognized it; the weapon wielded by Long Aotian was undeniably their clan’s very own divine artifact!

‘So, our ancestors truly did pass down a divine artifact, and it ended up in the hands of your Long Family.’

Complex emotions flickered within Wang Zhe’s beautiful eyes, and a surge of murderous intent welled up in her heart.

This Golden Dragon Spear was the divine artifact held by every Dragon Venerable throughout history, akin to the Imperial Seal of the human race.

‘This only served to prove the boundless ambition of these nobles! Pushing me to the throne was merely a ploy to secure a convenient scapegoat.’

“Dragon King’s Break!”

With a single thrust of his spear, the golden spiritual energy of heaven and earth instantly responded, converging upon the spear’s shaft with a resolute intent to obliterate any obstacle in its path.

Though Xian Yuan’s fighting spirit was ablaze, a flicker of wariness crossed her eyes.

‘After all, they were separated by an entire major cultivation realm, and she also had to contend with the attacks of his lackeys. She could not afford to be careless.’

“Phantom Step!”

Xian Yuan abruptly soared skyward, her movements as fluid and elusive as a phantom, effortlessly evading Long Aotian’s lethal blow.

Her bamboo staff danced like a streak of light, slicing through the air with a series of sharp, crackling snaps.

Long Aotian was taken aback by Xian Yuan’s agile footwork and swift attacks. He had initially expected to defeat her with ease, never anticipating that she possessed such an exquisite evasion technique.

He retreated repeatedly, struggling to fend off Xian Yuan’s fierce onslaught, his body bearing several shallow scratches from the bamboo staff.

“I’ll kill you!” Long Aotian roared, his dragon aura surging wildly as the Golden Dragon Spear transformed into a golden streak of light, lunging towards Xian Yuan’s vital points.

Xian Yuan, however, remained unfazed, a sly smile flickering in her eyes.

She deftly evaded Long Aotian’s attack, then abruptly halted, her bamboo staff sweeping out several illusory figures that transformed into a flurry of scattered petals, each imbued with potent immortal essence.

“Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning!” Xian Yuan softly cried out, and instantly the sky-full of bamboo petals transformed into intertwining lightning phantoms, descending like a divine judgment from beyond the heavens, overwhelmingly assailing Long Aotian and his lackeys behind him.

Long Aotian and his lackeys instantly blanched, an inexplicable sense of oppression washing over them. They attempted to dodge, only to discover there was no escape.

The Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, having locked onto their auras. No matter how they tried to evade, they could not shake off the relentless pursuit of the lightning.

‘This is bad!’ Long Aotian thought, greatly alarmed. He hurriedly circulated his dragon aura, causing his true form’s scales to manifest and cover his body, desperately trying to withstand Xian Yuan’s assault.

Xian Yuan’s Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning, like a heavenly tribulation, crisscrossed and instantly enveloped Long Aotian and his lackeys. Although Long Aotian struggled to resist, the sheer power of the Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning was so formidable that even his true dragon physique found it arduous to endure.

Fortunately, Xian Yuan’s cultivation was not particularly high; had she possessed the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, Long Aotian, even if he managed to block it, would have paid a significant price.

Long Aotian’s dragon scales shimmered with golden light, attempting to deflect the Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning’s assault.

The lightning erupted with sharp crackling sounds against his scales, sending Long Aotian stumbling backward repeatedly.

Simultaneously, the lackeys found themselves ensnared by the Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning. They fought desperately, yet the lightning’s power forced them into a steady retreat, their bodies struck by electric arcs and emitting the pungent odor of scorched flesh.

Xian Yuan, however, remained composed, a sly glint dancing in her eyes. She continuously manipulated the Nine Nether Heavenly Lightning, guiding it along bizarre trajectories, making it spiral and dance like a tempestuous swarm of dragon-serpents.

‘Yet, she knew full well the toll this was taking. Her immortal essence was being depleted at an alarming rate, for these techniques far surpassed her current cultivation level. While she could execute them completely, the price was an even more exorbitant expenditure of her immortal essence.’

‘Should I use the Laws of Miracle?’

A thought stirred in Xian Yuan’s mind: to activate the Laws of Miracle. However, she could only employ this power once a day, and while it could elevate her cultivation to the Golden Immortal stage, its five-minute duration made the risk far too great.

‘A swift victory is imperative!’

Xian Yuan decided against prolonging the fight. This engagement was all or nothing: win and rise as a king, lose and become a ghost!

Xian Yuan felt the wild surge of immortal essence within her, a clear sign that the moment had arrived. Her right hand spun the bamboo staff at high speed, and the vortex of immortal essence coalescing upon it began to expand with startling rapidity.

Suddenly, the bamboo staff emitted a dazzling green light, as if a divine weapon had descended into the mortal realm. Xian Yuan’s gaze deepened, growing cold and calm as she fixed it upon Long Aotian and his lackeys, a faint, chilling smile playing on her lips.

“Sealing Sea Divine Needle Style!” Xian Yuan softly cried out. The vortex on the bamboo staff instantly reached its zenith, and a mighty power erupted from its core.

Long Aotian and his lackeys were seized by an irresistible sense of oppression. They watched the unfolding scene in terror, as though confronting an emissary of destruction itself.

“Stabilize!”

This was the famed ‘Sealing Sea Staff,’ a technique created by Heavenly Gate Island’s ancestor, Liu Ruyan, upon her ascension to Quasi-Saint status. Xian Yuan could only wield it due to the unique properties of her Laws of Miracle Divine Body; otherwise, anyone attempting to forcibly activate it would have their soul and spirit utterly annihilated.

Xian Yuan could barely unleash even a fraction of the ‘Sealing Sea Staff’s’ full power, yet it would be more than sufficient to deal with Long Aotian and his cohorts!

“This staff technique!” Murong Fier exclaimed, sensing its extraordinary nature. “This doesn’t seem like something Xian Yuan should be able to activate at her current level!”

‘But then, remembering that Xian Yuan was essentially a cheat, it suddenly seemed perfectly normal.’

Wang Zhe, in her capacity as the Dragon Venerable, likewise discerned the extraordinary nature of this staff technique.

‘If the creator of this staff technique were here, I might not even be her match.’

Wang Zhe naturally perceived the flaws in Xian Yuan’s execution; her immortal essence was insufficient to push the staff technique to its ultimate potential. At the very least, the Dao Rhyme power of a Dao Venerable would be required to unleash even half of this skill’s true might.

Xian Yuan’s Sealing Sea Divine Needle Style manifested like an invisible, sharp blade plunging deep into the ground. Instantly, several illusory staff figures appeared around her, circling like a flurry of petals.

Xian Yuan soared into the air, grasping the staff head as her feet bent slightly against its shaft. Her entire being became like a bow and arrow drawn taut, ready to loose a fatal strike at any moment.

“Five Souls Seven Kill Array!”

Instantly, the tip of the bamboo staff shot up from the earth, as several illusory figures merged into its body. At that moment, the silhouette of a colossal pillar, seemingly propping up the heavens, materialized in the firmament.

“This is bad.”

Long Aotian instantly reverted to his true form, and at that very moment, two identical Long Aotians materialized on either side of him.

The two auxiliary dragons channeled their power, transmitting it to the main body. Long Aotian’s golden-white dragon physique instantly expanded severalfold, his scales hardening further as he braced himself to withstand the impending blow.

“So, your innate divine ability is the Three Kings’ Hegemony, is it?! This old lady will send you straight to your grave!”

Xian Yuan slammed her staff onto the ground, and the colossal pillar in the firmament instantly crashed down with devastating force. Like a divine artifact descended from the heavens, the immense pillar, imbued with an irresistible power, instantly pressed down upon Long Aotian and his lackeys behind him.