38: Chapter 38 The Lord of Destruction

The sword cultivator swept his gentle gaze across the five of them, his eyes brimming with gratification and the vicissitudes of time, and sighed softly: "Not bad. After ninety million years of vicissitudes, the human descendants have actually grown to this extent."

As his voice fell, he shook his head gently again, his tone flat yet incomparably true: "If you were given some more time to cultivate wholeheartedly, perhaps you would truly have the qualification to surpass me, but unfortunately, right now, you are still too weak."

Su Ming's expression was solemn, his heart heavy, and he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked: "How can there be such a terrifying sword cultivator in this world..."

"How is it, do you still want to continue?" The sword cultivator's lips curved slightly, looking at the crowd with a bit of playful laughter.

Su Ming turned his head, exchanging glances with Ganie, Wawan, and the others. Their eyes met, and they all understood each other's intentions.

"Fight!" Su Ming clenched his teeth and replied in a deep voice.

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed across the sword cultivator's eyes.

In that blow just now, he had already displayed the vast majority of his strength. According to common sense, Su Ming and his group should have developed thoughts of retreating and voluntarily abandoned the trial.

However, this stubbornness did not anger him.

"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As the words fell, the loose and gentle sword intent around his body suddenly converged completely, and the casual and lazy aura from just now completely faded away.

The next second, a boundless, bone-chilling, and murderous sword intent erupted violently, sweeping across the entire trial airspace!

The void could not bear the heavy pressure, cracks spread, and dense sword patterns crisscrossed, spreading across the heaven and earth.

He didn't even need to draw his sword; relying solely on his physical body to condense the sword, he locked down all directions of the field, suppressing the airflow to stagnation and the laws to silence.

Sensing the suffocating pressure around him, Su Ming's heart shook violently: "Hiss... He actually held back the entire time just now, and didn't use his full strength at all!"

Before Su Ming could recover, the sword cultivator's figure turned illusory, instantly moving to Ganie's side, with a speed so fast that it obliterated trajectories.

Ganie didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, instantly activating his trump card, opening up the Zongheng sword intent fully!

Opening up Dominating the Universe, the sword intent around his body soared and surged, forcefully breaking through his own combat power shackles. His Sword Heart Transparent was operating to the extreme, predicting and capturing the trajectory of the opponent's sword momentum, and he cross-sword blocked.

"Bang!"

The violent sword intent poured down along the blade. The meridians in Ganie's arms trembled, the web of his thumb instantly burst and seeped blood, and his whole body was struck heavily, flying backwards for dozens of zhang.

Wawan, Adai, Su Ming, and Sargalian reinforced simultaneously. The five of them surrounded again, fiercely fighting the sword cultivator.

The protracted entanglement continued, and the five of them grew increasingly coordinated with each other.

However, the chasm in realm and foundation was still insurmountable.

Su Ming gradually noticed something unusual.

This sword cultivator had always been deliberately suppressing his own pressure and restraining his killing moves. Although his attacks looked fierce, he actually held back everywhere, clearly using the fight to temper their foundations.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

"No, we can't drag it out like this anymore."

A sense of anxiety climbed into Su Ming's heart.

The opportunities in the Hanging Secret Realm were precious, and every second counted; he couldn't afford an endless trial entanglement.

Holding the repaired Death Scythe, Su Ming's fingertips tightened, and for the first time, the thought of retreating sprouted in his heart: "Could it be that we can only stop here?"

Not only Su Ming, but Ganie and the others were also feeling anxious in their minds, and their fighting spirit was gradually waning.

Just as the battle was deadlocked, deep within Sargalian's amber slit pupils, a touch of bewitching blood color quietly soaked in, and the violent and ancient bloodline aura slowly awakened.

"Interesting." The sword cultivator's gaze moved, keenly capturing this anomaly, and genuine anticipation emerged in the depths of his eyes: "Is the dragon race's origin bloodline about to awaken?"

At the same time, that dragon skeleton stored in the depths of the Nine Netherworlds seemed to resonate with Sargalian's bloodline, trembling violently and incessantly.

A blurry, ancient dragon-shaped projection broke through the Netherworld void and flew into Sargalian's body in an instant.

"This aura..."

Su Ming's pupils shrank abruptly, watching blankly as the projection merged into Sargalian's body, his face full of horror.

"Rumble—!"

A vast and boundless dragon roar that spanned through the dust of eternity exploded from the depths of Sargalian's soul origin.

This was not an external dragon roar, but a bloodline echo buried for hundreds of millions of years, trembling the divine soul and shaking heaven and earth.

The dark and pitch-black scales all over Sargalian's body suddenly lit up with scarlet and gold-seeping ancient dragon patterns, and the world-destroying origin uncontainably surged and violently expanded crazily.

The originally pitch-black dragon pupils completely turned into scarlet slit pupils—tyrannical, annihilating, and majestic—as thousands of dragon might swept in all directions.

The pitch-black world-destroying power surged and flowed along the bloodline, pulling the illusory ancient lingering echo, crossing the two realms of life and death, and dragging the shadow of a supreme giant dragon to slowly descend from the void rift.

"World-Destroying Overlord is unlocked!"

Su Ming immediately looked at Sargalian's ability panel, his gaze shaking.

"World-Destroying Overlord (Awakening Skill): Invoke the deep-seated world-destroying origin, communicate with the Neltharion lingering echo hidden in the bloodline, and ferry the projection of Deathwing into the world."

"Rumble, rumble, rumble—!"

The firmament split open, and dark clouds surged.

An immemorial black dragon projection, nearly three hundred meters in body length and with a wingspan exceeding three hundred and sixty meters, slowly revealed its full appearance.

The moment the black dragon appeared in the world, the wind in the entire venue suddenly stopped, the sword intent solidified, the oscillating void returned to dead silence, and all things and laws fell into complete silence.

Looking at the supreme dragon projection in the void, the sword cultivator's usually calm face stirred ripples for the first time, and he trembled, crying out: "Dragon King!!!"

He turned to look at Su Ming, his eyes full of disbelief: "This black dragon under your command actually flows with the bloodline of the ancient Dragon King!"

Above the void, Neltharion's immemorial dragon pupils lowered indifferently, locking onto the sword cultivator below. Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and spat out the ultimate dragon breath that annihilated heaven and earth.

This strand of dragon breath was crimson mixed with black, carrying the primitive world-destroying authority, worlds apart from the dragon breath Sargalian usually released.

Compared with this heaven-destroying and earth-shattering breath, Sargalian's previous dragon breath was like a child's breathing.

The blazing torrent instantly covered half of the battlefield, with nowhere to hide.

Looking at the world-destroying torrent rushing towards him, the sword cultivator let out a soft, wistful sigh, without resisting, allowing the dragon breath to swallow his body.

The firelight dissipated, and the smoke and dust settled to the ground.

In the center of the battlefield, that sword cultivator figure that had stood for a long time had completely dissipated without a trace.

Mid-air, Neltharion's huge giant dragon projection exhausted its power, slowly turning illusory and dissipating.

The whole audience was in dead silence.

Su Ming was still stunned in place, his mind in a trance, unable to recover for a long time.

"God Lord... Did we win?" Wawan asked softly, looking at the location where the sword cultivator disappeared with a confused expression.

"We should have won." Su Ming looked at the lingering dragon might in the firmament, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time: "Just a lingering echo projection, and it's actually terrifying to this extent?"

Above the void, Sargalian slowly retracted his dragon might, his aura became extremely weak, and his dragon wings drooped slightly.

He shook his head and explained in a deep voice: "God Lord, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. The surge in projection power this time relies on the origin blessing of that person in the Nine Netherworlds. If we detach from this buff, the Neltharion projection I summon in normal state has a body length of less than a hundred meters, and its power is less than three-tenths of just now."

Hearing this, Su Ming's face showed regret, then he smiled with relief: "That makes sense. If this kind of combat power could be summoned at any time, this skill would be way too overpowered."

"I see."

The moment Su Ming's voice fell, a clear and distant voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere, echoing in the ears of the two.

Hearing these words, the eyes of Su Ming and the other four all changed drastically!