232: Chapter 232 Dragon Blood Burns the Heavens, the End of the Dao Talisman!

At this moment, Aotian's arm was still numb.

The instant his Shattering Dragon Spear shattered, it felt as if someone had forcefully carved a knife into his chest.

That spear had followed him through several Reincarnations.

It had drunk blood, devoured souls, and accompanied him as he rampaged across countless battlefields.

Yet now, it had actually shattered!

Pitch-black fragments scattered all around, and the Dragon Qi rampaged out of control, riddling the ground with holes.

Aotian stood in the center of the storm, his expression so gloomy it seemed capable of dripping water.

He raised his hand; the numbness from the weapon's recoil still lingered in his palm.

That feeling was unfamiliar, yet bone-chilling.

It had been a long time since he had been this disheveled.

In the distance, Xu Chen hugged the ancient desolate hall and shrank his neck.

"This dragon is likely truly going to lose its mind today."

Chu Wanqing did not reply; she merely gripped the imperial zither tighter, her brow twitching.

She could see that the arrogance in Aotian's eyes was being burned through, bit by bit, by fury.

Lin Yi stood where he was, the god-slaying sword hanging diagonally, his expression remaining cold and indifferent.

That composure, conversely, made Aotian feel even more uncomfortable.

Aotian took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

The next instant, he abruptly threw his head back, and a heaven-shaking roar rolled from his throat.

"Lin Yi!"

"Do you truly think you can win just by destroying my spear?"

A dragon's roar exploded, the sound waves rolling across the wilderness.

He shook his arms, and the True Dragon Bloodline within his body seemed to boil completely.

His entire body began to emit a blinding crimson-gold luster.

Aotian's hair instantly flew up, and beneath his black-scaled battle armor, cracks actually began to appear on his skin.

From within the cracks, crimson-gold blood light seeped out.

He had ignited his True Dragon essence blood.

Wisps of essence blood burned from the depths of his flesh, transforming into rolling heat waves that surged along his Meridians to his crown.

Aotian's Aura began to rise madly.

His wounds healed.

The broken dragon scales regrew.

The shattered shoulder bones also returned to their places within a few breaths.

The True Dragon phantom behind him had originally been somewhat dim.

At this moment, however, it was as if it had been doused with a bucket of scorching oil, and with a boom, it surged outward.

Boom!

An even larger True Dragon Dharma Image took form behind him.

Its dragon horns were like heavenly blades, its dragon whiskers like long whips.

The dragon body lay across the air, as if it wanted to crush this broken Ancient Realm directly.

The surrounding air was scorched burning hot by that fierce, malevolent Aura.

The hunyuan diagram beneath Shen Qingyue's feet trembled slightly, immediately casting a sheet of cyan-white divine light to stabilize everyone's Aura.

She gazed at that dragon shadow, her expression slightly solemn.

"He is risking his life."

Su Yuxi stood on the other side of Lin Yi, her gaze extremely calm.

"He has no path left to take, so naturally, he must risk it."

Chu Wanqing sneered and raised her hand to pluck the strings of the zither.

"If there is no path, then don't walk anymore."

As she spoke, a layer of crimson-gold flowing fire already shimmered in her palm.

Xu Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

"Sister Wanqing is right."

"But I think he really wants to take us with him right now!"

Lin Yi raised his eyes and looked at Aotian.

Aotian had completely entered a state of madness.

His Aura was still skyrocketing, his Dragon Might layer upon layer.

It actually faintly suppressed the decline he had suffered just moments ago.

But Lin Yi knew that this surge could not last long.

Burning True Dragon essence blood obtained only a final flash of brilliance.

However, this current flash of brilliance was indeed fierce enough.

Aotian slowly opened his hands, and the massive True Dragon Dharma Image behind him roared at the sky.

Dragon breath rolled and curled, forming a sea of crimson-black clouds that covered the sky.

He stared at Lin Yi, his eye corners tinged with scarlet.

"Since I began my cultivation, I have never been forced to this point by anyone."

"Today, even if I die, I will make you remember."

"The dignity of the Ten Ancient Fiends must not be trampled upon!"

Before the words had faded, the True Dragon Dharma Image abruptly lowered its head.

Its blood-red maw opened wide.

A stream of dragon breath erupted from the depths of its throat.

That dragon breath was not merely fire.

Inside it was mixed all the vitality remaining after Aotian burned his essence blood.

It was mixed with his shattered dragon soul and mixed with the most primitive instinct of destruction.

The moment the dragon breath erupted, the entire space seemed to be burned through.

The ground first turned white, then black.

Afterward, it simply crumbled into ash!

Wang Hong and the others retreated in unison, their expressions looking less than pleasant.

This dragon breath was completely different from the previous one.

The previous one was a killing move.

Now, it was a trade of life for life!

Xu Chen's throat moved, and he couldn't help but shift half a step back.

"This thing could truly burn away an entire mountain and river."

Lin Yi watched the approaching dragon breath, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"Have you finished making a scene?"

Aotian's eyes widened in rage.

"What did you say?"

Lin Yi did not answer; he merely raised his hand and withdrew three more jade talismans from his sleeve.

As soon as the jade talismans appeared, the Aura between heaven and earth changed.

One shimmered with heavy defensive radiance.

One was entwined with sharp Killing Intent.

And one possessed an indescribable Aura.

Three quasi-emperor dao talismans.

Aotian's pupils shrank abruptly.

"You still have more?"

Lin Yi looked at him, the corners of his mouth curling up.

"Did I say I ran out?"

His voice was calm, yet his fingers did not hesitate in the slightest.

Crack!

The first dao talisman shattered.

A screen of absolute defensive light lay across the front.

It instantly enveloped Su Yuxi, Wang Hong, and the others.

Immediately after, the second dao talisman shattered.

A phantom of an Imperial Sword that pierced heaven and earth descended from the sky.

The sword edge was cold, its Killing Intent oppressive, directly merging into the god-slaying sword in Lin Yi's hand.

The god-slaying sword shook violently at this moment, its black light surging several times over.

Finally, the third dao talisman was also crushed by Lin Yi.

Hum!

An incomparably vast power of suppression spread out.

It directly suppressed the might of that True Dragon Dharma Image.

Three Peak quasi-emperor Auras stacked together, like three invisible heavenly chasms, completely splitting the entire battlefield in two.

One half was the dragon breath Aotian had erupted.

The other half was where Lin Yi stood.

The dragon breath slammed into the light screen, first exploding into circles of blinding ripples.

Then, it was as if it had crashed into a true imperial wall.

Although it curled and churned madly, it could not squeeze in even half an inch.

Like a clay ox entering the sea.

It didn't even stir up a ripple!

The madness on Aotian's face showed clear cracks once more.

"Impossible!"

He almost roared it out.

Lin Yi, however, did not even glance at him again.

He raised his hand and grasped the god-slaying sword, now empowered by the Imperial Sword phantom.

He raised the sword edge forward.

Primordial Qi, Secret of Jie, Grass Sword Art...

All powers were pushed to their limits at this moment.

The Hongmeng Vision behind him spread out with a boom.

The sea of stars turned, dragon shadows roared, and Sword Intent soared into the sky.

That vision was like a real world.

It pressed Aotian's True Dragon Dharma Image back repeatedly.

Lin Yi's Aura was also pushed to its apex in this instant.

He looked at Aotian, his tone terrifyingly calm.

"The things you burned your life to create."

"Are just like this!"

Aotian was enraged to the extreme, his eyes almost scarlet.

He was unwilling to accept this.

And he was unwilling to believe it.

He had burned his True Dragon essence blood, dragging his broken body, yet the result he exchanged for was still this.

Lin Yi raised the god-slaying sword, giving him no further gap to struggle.

This sword strike had no bells and whistles, nor did it have any grand buildup.

It contained only pure, extreme Killing Intent!

The sword struck.

Heaven and earth seemed to be sliced open by a black line.

That black line first severed the dragon breath, then passed through the mouth of the True Dragon Dharma Image.

Afterward, it continued forward, ruthlessly slashing toward Aotian's brow.

Aotian's expression changed abruptly.

He wanted to dodge.

But the Aura stacked by the three dao talismans still pressed down on his body.

He felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire, his movements several times slower than usual.

Puchi!

The sword light pierced into the head of the True Dragon Dharma Image.

Boom!

The True Dragon Dharma Image shook violently in mid-air, then a large crack split from head to tail.

The dragon horns crumbled, the dragon whiskers exploded, and the dragon body shattered into pieces.

Aotian's true form was also torn open by the Sword Intent at the same moment.

A large spray of blood mist exploded from his chest, shoulders, back, and spine simultaneously.

He staggered backward, spraying a mouthful of scorching dragon blood.

The blood landed on the ground, burning deep holes into it.

But he did not fall.

He was still holding on.

He still wanted to hold on!

Aotian stared fixedly at Lin Yi, his eyes filled with more terror than rage.

Lin Yi took a step forward, raised the god-slaying sword, and pointed the tip directly at Aotian's throat.

"Your dignity."

"Is worthless!"

Aotian shook all over, the scarlet in his eyes dissipating.

He still wanted to say something.

Still wanted to roar.

Still wanted to use his last bit of true dragon backbone to turn the situation around.

But Lin Yi would no longer give him the chance.