Chapter 677 - 671: Lin Qiubai’s Technique
"The ’One Sword Fells All Foes Incident’ was still brewing prior to this.
Over the Pacific Ocean.
The Guardians gazed at the two giant dragons bobbing in the ocean water, unable to help but sigh in awe.
"They really are dragons!"
"I didn’t expect them to be so similar to Eastern Dragons. I originally thought they were those big lizards with wings, akin to Western Evil Dragons..."
"Such terrifying enemies, yet they were wiped out with a single sword strike. As expected of the Sword Master!"
"Yeah... I had repeatedly watched the footage of the Lotus City Demon Mountain battle, thinking my skills weren’t far from Lin Qiubai’s. Now it seems, I think too much."
"After all, people progress; they don’t stand still, waiting for you to catch up. You work hard, but they work even harder; the gap in skill only widens!"
"Don’t say such discouraging words! Can’t you compare yourself to normal people? Why compare to the Sword Master? Have I ever compared myself to the Prophet?"
"Uh... it’s indeed self-humiliating, my bad, I was being foolish."
"The Sword Master didn’t even show up, yet across countless lands and worlds, he sliced through the dragons with one sword! What else is there to say? Just two words, amazing!"
"By the way, can these two dragons be eaten?"
"Get a couple of carriers to drag them back, slice them up for hotpot, it would be a delicacy!"
"Hotpot? Even flames that reach thousands of degrees can’t cook it, and you want to stew it? Aren’t you afraid of parasites killing you?"
"Then how should we do it? I’ve never tasted dragon meat... Surely we can’t eat it raw? Chinese people aren’t accustomed to that..."
"I detest sashimi, and can’t accept raw dragon slices either! Unless there’s vodka and Erguotou!"
"In ancient China, it was said, ’Raw meat is for slicing, dried meat is for preserving.’ Our ancestors were better at eating raw meat than anyone; raw meat contains more vitamin C than cooked meat, and provides more energy to the body once digested, so eating raw is better, it’s not wasteful!"
"What about parasites?"
"There’s not a ghost of a parasite in dragon meat!"
"At worst, add more seasoning, marinate it well, make it into a Chaozhou pickled raw dish, just thinking about it makes my mouth water!"
"Why don’t you just gnaw on the dragon corpse then?"
"Are there pandas in outer space? In other civilizations, pandas probably aren’t protected animals, right?"
"You think it’s funny? Want some jail food? With free peanuts on the side!"
"Just kidding, pandas are so cute. I don’t have an antisocial personality, so why would I think about eating pandas? Crazy!"
Meanwhile, a gruff yet commanding voice echoed over the Pacific Ocean.
The voice was like clanging metal, as if coming from a distant galaxy billions of light years away, yet it was still impactful, instantly interrupting the Guardians’ discussion.
"Cangming Star, Sword Master Lin Qiubai."
"I remember you."
Obviously, the voice was filled with hostility. Even with minimal intel, the Guardians could roughly guess the identity—probably a peer of the two deceased dragon kin, and evidently more powerful, more confident, likely some dragon prince or a noble dignitary. Just from the tone, it was clear this guy was the typical Dragon Overlord.
Because Sword Master Lin Qiubai was absent, even when striking before, he hadn’t appeared, so the Guardians present immediately focused their gaze on Ma Ran.
No matter what, Ma Ran knew far more than they did.
So then...
Is the Sword Master more ruthless, or is that Dragon Overlord more tyrannical?
Ma Ran lifted his gaze, his eyes settling on a place in the void, his expression calm, his tone indifferent as he gave the answer.
"Dragon Emperor, is it?"
"No need to remember."
"He’s already come looking for you."
...
Dragon Race’s ancestral land.
"Already come looking for me?"
In the Dragon Emperor’s black and white eyes, a hint of surprise emerged.
This trace of surprise quickly turned into a cold smile.
"Being able to kill Left and Right, he does have some skill."
"But trying to deal with me is overthinking it!"
As he spoke, the pale reverse scale on the Dragon Emperor’s throat gradually tinged with blood red, suddenly becoming like a crimson gemstone embedded in his throat.
"If you dare come, you must leave something behind."
The Dragon Emperor was truly angry.
He could accept that Left and Right were killed.
But that Sword Master dared to challenge him?
This was something absolutely intolerable!
The pride of an Emperor cannot be sullied!
Understand this...
The Dragon Emperor’s power was already sufficient to single-handedly crush a medium to small-sized advanced civilization!
Even when facing the Demon Extermination Corps Commander from the Divine Court, the Dragon Emperor could meet them head-on, and perhaps even drive them back with racial talents and vast accumulation, leading the entire race to escape safely.
Across the cosmos, there weren’t many giants capable of such feats!
Sword Master Lin Qiubai...
This name wasn’t prominent in the boundless cosmos, its reputation was quite low without much in terms of legend and epic deeds.
The Dragon Emperor did not believe that the opponent had the skill to match him.
This was also why he was enraged.
Swish!
Just as the Dragon Emperor was fuming, reverse scales tensed, his view suddenly lit up with a clear sword light.
"What is this..."
"So beautiful!"
The sword light that suddenly appeared in the Dragon Emperor’s view was so pure, devoid of any mundane aura, that he forgot to dodge at first, simply marveling at it.
As the sword light dimmed, the admiration in the Dragon Emperor’s eyes dissipated.
The remaining anger on his face and appreciation in his eyes quickly contorted into an emotion called "fear."
"Wait!"
The Dragon Emperor opened his mouth, barely raising his hand to shield his head: "I didn’t know your prowess, hence the offense, please..."
Halfway through his words, a cruel glint flashed across the Dragon Emperor’s eyes.
He realized he couldn’t stop this seemingly non-lethal sword.
So...
In that instant, the Dragon Emperor made a decision.
He decided to abandon his body, like a determined warrior severing a limb to save himself.
The Dragon Emperor leaped, and a half-transparent, black and white double-colored dragon soul freed itself from the dragon’s body.
Slash!
Sword light shimmered, a point of blood blossomed at the Dragon Emperor’s brow.
As soon as the blood flowers bloomed, they receded.
The physical wound healed automatically in just half a breath.
But this wound, when reflected onto the Dragon Emperor’s soul, directly caused his dragon soul to shatter and dissipate, turning to dust, annihilated in the depths of the universe.
Abandoning the body didn’t save his life.
A moment later, the Dragon Emperor’s corpse slowly closed its eyes, lying supine as if quietly falling asleep.
It wasn’t just him.
Simultaneously, all individuals throughout the Dragon Race’s ancestral land, who knew of Earth’s existence or harbored hostility towards Earth, at that moment, fell into eternal slumber.
...
"Lan Xi, Mo Xing."
The Golden Domain broke the silence of the Divine Court Controllers’ internal communication channel: "You both saw that just now?"
"That Lin Qiubai’s technique has a major issue!"