Chapter 517: Chapter 471: Battle of the Dragons
Roar!!!
The grass waves surged, the dragons roared in fury, shaking the entire world.
Grass dragons soared from all directions of the Sword Grass Sea, filling the sky and earth, with countless slender leaves swirling wildly. There were hundreds of them, and under the influence of the Dragon Herding Song, the dragon blood boiled with a chilling murderous intent.
The sudden turn of events shocked Daoist Long Ming. It was also the first time he had seen so many grass dragons gathered together, blocking out the sky and sun with such a magnificent presence.
Although only two reached the Early-Stage Nascent Soul, the immense number gathered an oppressive Long Wei, making the Frost Dragon’s Dragon Scales contract in uncontrollable fear.
It even began to resist Daoist Long Ming’s control, trying to escape. Daoist Long Ming raised his hand, gripping the Rune Lock Chain, forcibly tightening it around the Frost Dragon.
The passionate sound of the flute surged wave after wave, inciting more grass dragons, stimulated by the flute, to take flight from farther away, speeding towards here as reinforcements.
Daoist Long Ming’s fierce gaze turned sharply, his Divine Sense locking onto the lone, white-haired female cultivator standing proudly afar.
Golden Core Perfection?
Who is she?
Just a mere Dragon Herding Song, yet it can mobilize so many grass dragons?
This is simply impossible; there must be a hidden secret!
Daoist Long Ming raised his hand, casting out a Golden Talisman, which transformed into multiple arrowheads, whistling through the air, mercilessly tearing through the dragon horde, aiming straight for Jiang Yuebai’s face.
Jiang Yuebai endured the pressure, her flute music uninterrupted.
Boom!
A vast light of restriction unfolded before Jiang Yuebai, with an Early-Stage Nascent Soul grass dragon coiling above her head, forcefully blocking the arrowheads, its body coiled, slender leaves swirling in the wind.
Jiang Yuebai’s flute music suddenly quickened, utilizing the part of the Dragon Herding Song that could invigorate the spirit and arouse the battle intent of the Dragon Clan.
The dragons roared, each displaying their divine skills.
Countless grass swords converged into a vast sea, boundlessly intertwined, emitting an unnerving sound with the momentum of mountain collapse, surging towards Daoist Long Ming and the Frost Dragon from all directions.
Some smaller grass dragons, glowing with a green light, broke through the icy forest, rushing to the side of the injured grass dragons to heal their wounds.
Faced with great calamity, Daoist Long Ming’s face turned pale, pulling the Rune Lock Chain to coil the Frost Dragon around him.
Far outside the Sword Grass Sea, Dongfang Yu and Chu He were terrified out of their wits upon seeing hundreds of grass dragons appear.
Chu He was anxious, intending to rush over to help his master immediately.
Dongfang Yu hurriedly pulled him back, "Don’t go, this isn’t something we can handle. The master is strong and must have a way. You and I should not be a burden."
"But Master he..."
"Never mind, let’s just watch first. If it really doesn’t work... we’ll ask for help!"
Dongfang Yu looked at the white-clothed female cultivator amidst the dragon horde, his face as pale as death.
Boom Boom Boom!
The sea of grass swords madly pressed inward, ice crystals exploding all around, the Frost Dragon’s shrill cries were horrifying. A giant wave of energy, towering a hundred feet high, surged with crushing momentum, flattening the Sword Grass Sea inch by inch.
Boom!
An icy ripple suddenly erupted from the center of the grass sword sea, spreading and freezing all the grass swords in an instant.
The sound of swords trembling rang out, and the frozen grass swords exploded, ice and snow shooting everywhere.
Only to see the Frost Dragon covered in wounds, its eyes blood red, looking insane, while Daoist Long Ming’s aura was cold and composed, surrounded by thousands of palm-sized dragon-shaped Ice Crystal Small Swords.
The appearance and form were remarkably similar to the Fire Dragon Small Sword Jiang Yuebai had obtained from the Big Dog Thief.
Roar!
"A rabble!"
Daoist Long Ming shouted angrily, the Ice Crystal Small Swords circling him like a school of fish, charging into the dragon horde.
The dragon horde and Ice Crystal Small Swords clashed fiercely, piercing sounds rose and fell along with dragon roars, violent wind swept continuously, and the battle was intense.
Daoist Long Ming’s cold gaze pierced through the dragon horde, fixed on Jiang Yuebai, taking up a jade flute to play.
The sound of the flute varied in intensity and speed, carrying the oppressive force of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, suddenly disrupting Jiang Yuebai’s flute music.
The invisible sound wave struck Jiang Yuebai, and the flute music came to an abrupt halt, throwing the dragon horde into chaos.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous explosions, dozens of disorganized grass dragons were severed by the Ice Crystal Sword Group, freezing and exploding mid-air.
Daoist Long Ming’s clothes fluttered, the flute sound ominous, stirring the talismanic light around him to flicker, strongly suppressing the dragon horde, as the Ice Crystal Sword Group instantly killed dozens of grass dragons mid-air.
Amidst the flute sound, Jiang Yuebai’s Sea of Consciousness trembled, her Divine Sense unable to concentrate. The power of a Nascent Soul Cultivator was indeed not something she could resist at the moment.
The gravely injured Frost Dragon regrouped, its fierce eyes locked onto Jiang Yuebai, roaring and charging, smashing through the Grass Dragon blocking its path, and lunging directly at Jiang Yuebai’s face.
Jiang Yuebai knitted her brows tightly, seeing signs of the Grass Dragon group beginning to disperse and flee. She immediately summoned two hundred Dragon Armor Puppets from the Lotus Platform Cave Heaven.
Together with Bai Jiuyou, who was manufacturing puppets, she tossed them into the air.
Bai Jiuyou, biting onto an ice pop, looked bewildered. She glanced up and saw the Frost Dragon charging towards her, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she spat out the ice pop.
"What a huge ice!"
Bai Jiuyou clasped her hands together, the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron inside her vibrated, transforming her whole being into a black hole. All the Spiritual Energy within a radius of three hundred miles crazily rushed into her body, causing her momentum to instantly surge to Golden Core Perfection.
Bai Jiuyou still wished to ascend further, yet the excruciating pain in her Sea of Consciousness forced her to stop at Golden Core Perfection.
Golden light poured out from Bai Jiuyou, transforming into the immense projection of an Eight-Armed Vajra. The small Bai Jiuyou stood steadily at the center of the Eight-Armed Vajra, her eyes shining brightly, actively confronting the Frost Dragon rushing towards her.
Golden Snake Sword Palm!
All eight arms swung forward in unison, fiercely colliding with the Frost Dragon’s head, forcefully suppressing it before progressing further.
Eight golden snake shadows roared with a resounding sword cry, instantly transforming into thousands of small golden snakes upon impact, crashing forcefully into the Frost Dragon’s body, shattering scales and cracking bones, surging downward!
Roar!!!
The Frost Dragon screeched miserably as its body exploded inch by inch from head to tail, with flesh flying everywhere.
"Mine now!"
Bai Jiuyou arrogantly shouted. One hand of the Eight-Armed Vajra wielded the Barbarian God’s Great Strength, forcibly breaking off a dragon horn from the Frost Dragon.
Jiang Yuebai maneuvered the Dragon Armor Puppets into formation, wielding Fiery Flame Crossbows, alternately firing in the direction of Daoist Long Ming.
A downpour of fire rained continuously, forcing Daoist Long Ming to recall the Ice Dragon Sword Group, forming a barrier overhead in fierce collision with the Flame Arrows.
His aura fluctuated, his flute music fell into disarray. Jiang Yuebai seized the moment, fully concentrating, and once again blew the Dragon Herding Song, rallying the chaotic Grass Dragons to regroup and charge repeatedly at Daoist Long Ming.
This turn of events caught Daoist Long Ming off guard, as well as the observing Dongfang Yu and Chu He, who turned pale, witnessing their Mid-Stage Nascent Soul master and the Frost Dragon being relentlessly beaten by two female cultivators at Golden Core Perfection.
The Frost Dragon was seized by Bai Jiuyou’s Eight-Armed Vajra illusion, gripping a dragon horn. The small figure unleashed an overwhelming and unparalleled strength, swirling the entire Frost Dragon and smashing it onto the ground fiercely.
Boom!
The ground cracked open, dust surged skyward, and the aftermath threatened Dongfang Yu and Chu He’s area, startling Dongfang Yu to quickly instruct the Silver Dragon to erect a Silver Light Barrier.
Alas, the disparity in power caused the barrier to shatter, and Dongfang Yu and Chu He were violently flung backward by the immense force.
Daoist Long Ming, encircled by the dragons, emitted hundreds of green restriction lights from the dragon group, and grass swords shot out amidst the restrictions, filling the sky and forming a majestic Grass Sword Sea, sealing off all of Long Ming’s retreat paths entirely.
With the Wushuang Dragon protecting him, Daoist Long Ming gradually lost his footing, the situation turned dire.
Amidst the predicament, Daoist Long Ming hardened his gaze, forming complex handprints. The severely injured Frost Dragon, which was being suppressed by Bai Jiuyou, instantaneously transformed into streaks of cold light, returning to Daoist Long Ming’s side, merging rapidly to form an Ice Armor.
"My ice!"
Bai Jiuyou turned around in fury, standing alongside Jiang Yuebai, watching as a pillar of icy wind suddenly erupted from Daoist Long Ming’s body, the violent force instantly tore several nearby grass dragons into pieces.
Other grass dragons, sensing the terrifying power within, immediately withdrew.
However, the icy wind pillar spun madly, with essence impossible to resist. The surrounding grass dragons could neither escape nor avoid it, resiliently covered in frost as they were dragged helplessly into the tempest and pulverized.
Roar—
The dragons howled, struggling bitterly. The formidable wind pressure dug a massive crater into the ground, spreading chaotically outward.
The sharp cold wind, like a knife, caused Jiang Yuebai to cease her flute music, and frost flowers blossomed on her protective Gang Qi, rapidly freezing.
She exchanged a glance with Bai Jiuyou, just about to devise a plan when a shadow soared from behind Long Ming.
Daoist Long Ming felt his scalp tighten, a chill surging from his spine.
The previously injured grass dragon lowered its massive head, a trace of resolve in its dragon eyes as it gazed deeply at Jiang Yuebai in the distance.
Its body of grass leaves whirled fiercely, formidable and imposing, with a green restriction blooming above its dragon head.
A wind swept from the restriction, instantly permeating every corner of the Sword Grass Sea.
Amidst the ruins, green grass sprouted rapidly, burgeoning like kelp in the sea, swaying and dancing.
The grass dragon’s body disintegrated with a roar, transforming into countless slender grass leaves, entwining with the wildly growing grass leaves on the ground, unperturbed by the icy wind pillar’s menace, layer after layer intertwining.
Woven into a massive grass cocoon, it stood between heaven and earth.
Numerous Grass Dragons, large and small, entangled in mid-air, fixed their gaze on the grass cocoon, and a hint of sorrow passed through their eyes.
Boom!
The green light exploded, instantly snatching the attention of all people and dragons. The rich fragrance of grass suppressed the bloody stench, the scattered grass leaves rooted on the ground, transforming into new shoots, reviving the ravaged Sword Grass Sea.
