Legend of the Heavenly God
Ch. 118 ~ Heavenly God Sword Form
"I'm killing you! I'm killing you!! Fucking bahhn ... Haha ha ha,"
Zhi Shen shouted interspersed with cruel laughter, the tendrils that came out of both hands were still constantly hooked trying to get Tan Hao's body. The tendril that had a purplish black color was a Soul Absorbing Demon technique, shaped like a shadow but had no size limit.
It was like a two-seeded spider web that each segment had hundreds of branches, and each end of those branches met to form a pointed tip like a spear. Zhi Shen moved following Tan Hao's movements in dodging his attack yet he suddenly silently gasped as Tan Hao took out a rapidly deformed lotus bead.
Both of Zhi Shen's eyes were wide open looking at the rotating object on both sides of Tan Hao's body.
"Bu-is not that!! The Raging Lotus? How could he possibly possess the number three deadly weapon of the Upper Realm? Damn ... I really didn't expect it!"
Zhi Shen's shock made him silent as well as the tendrils from his hands, knowing that Tan Hao was using the opportunity.
"SHENG LONG!! COME ...."
Tan Hao's cry made Zhi Shen even more shocked. Compared to the shocked expression, it was more like being stunned from being depressed.
GROOOOAARR ...
Zhi Shen was speechless when he heard a terrifying roar from behind the clouds. Not long after, a golden light pierced through the thick clouds and led to the place where Zhi Shen was hovering.
"Holy Dragon? The Dragon Ancestor of the 12 light realms? Holy jeez!! How could that predatory dragon god be in this lowly realm? Die me ..." sissed Zhi Shen who seemed helpless.
The creature, which has a seven-colored back feather and golden body fur with two long horns curved like the horns of a male deer, opened its mouth wide while speeding towards Zhi Shen.
On the other hand, Tan Hao seized the opportunity. Although it was only the first time he had used that lotus disc, his movements in control were quite smooth.
LOTUS DISC: EMOTIONAL LIGHT
The two discs spun very quickly leading to the tendril that was still motionless as Zhi Shen was busy controlling his fear of the being from the heavenly god's sword embodiment.
Without any difficulty at all, the two discs slashed away the soul-absorbing black tendrils. The opposite spin it produces is more like rolling and absorbing by force than it is called crushing.
"Demon God, huh? How ridiculous are you to use that name? You're nothing more than a few of my light meals!"
The holy dragon who had the name Sheng Long spoke some distance from Zhi Shen's position. Although he was only using his thoughts, Tan Hao was also able to hear them clearly.
"Holy Dragon! Mr. Sheng ... Please forgive me ..." pity Zhi Shen realized he was not a comparable opponent to the demon god of prey, let alone the Holy Dragon being their ancestor.
"For your arrogance, there's no mercy!!"
GROOAVARR ...
The roar filled with a high-pressure murderous aura, struck the body of Elder Tiandou that Zhi Shen was wearing. The resulting wind blow was unable to reach the level of strength by even Tan Hao.
"Shen Long!! Stopnn ... The body is my best friend!!" tan Hao exclaimed anxiously after noticing it.
However, Tan Hao's shout was late by a split second. The Holy Dragon had devoured Zhi Shen along with the body it used.
Meanwhile on the other hand, Lan Lihua met the dark blue-robed man along with the two white-masked men. They were aghast at the same time after only looking at each other as a roar accompanied by a sharp wind storm hit their bodies.
"Sister! Is this your true power? Are you all right?" inner Lan Lihua while looking at the sky.
The two masked men along with the dark blue-robed man were stunned to see Lan Lihua. They don't believe what they see.
"How could he be so relaxed?" the inner one of the white masked men who struggled to withstand the storm of the wind.
"That woman? She's monster?" said the other one.
While the dark blue-robed man still did not blink. Highlight the eyes that look depressed under the pressure of the wind storm coupled with what he witnessed.
"Dragon!!"
Lan Lihua noticed the gazes of the three people, but she did not care about it. He was more worried about Tan Hao's situation by still standing quietly staring at the sky, one hand clenched his shirt in front of his chest.
"Goddess! No need to worry, this power does not belong to Mr. Tan Hao, this is something that I myself find difficult to explain. Master is in fine condition, but the appearance of this power! I'm afraid I've mistaken her," explained Bing Long trying to answer Lan Lihua's concerns. He came out of Lan Lihua's soul room and formed an invisible protector covering Lan Lihua's body as the high-powered windstorm came crashing down so sharply.
That was what made the dark blue-robed man stunned in disbelief. He could see clearly even though it was transparent, while the two warriors beside him could not see it.
"Who's appearance did uncle mean? Is that a good thing for my sister?" lan Lihua asked as she looked into Bing Long's eyes which also looked at the sky.
"If this is true! I believe this power is him, the True Holy Dragon. The original ancestor of the dragon nation was known by the name of Sheng Long, Zhenzheng Sheng Long in the Light Realm 12. We dragon race recognize him for generations as a Holy Dragon Slaughterer ..." Bing Long explained slightly hesitantly.
"Sister!" inner Lan Lihua looked back at the night sky.
"Is that true? Then why have I never heard before? If it wasn't the uncle who said it, I considered it just a myth," Lan Lihua replied half-investigatingly.
Bing Long just kept quiet, then he inched his form to return to Lan Lihua's soul room after the windstorm stopped.
"Master Tan Hao's Heavenly Sword God is the only answer I'm thinking about right now" he said before entering into Lan Lihua.
A look of admiration was seen from the dark blue-robed man, after he regained control of his body. His expression looked different when he met Lan Lihua a moment ago.
"Is something wrong, Patriarch Chen?" ask one of the white masked warriors.
"Patriarch! We better hurry back to the Golden Tiger sect, I feel bad for too long in this place," said another masked swordsman.
The dark blue-robed man snorted in annoyance, he glanced sharply at the two followers.
"Since when have you had the power to rule me? Hng ...."
"I'm sorry, Patriarch! Forgive our sass!" they both say almost simultaneously.
"You see that woman! He has something greater than the reason we're here. We can't go home empty, after all I can't ignore something that will make my sect come back to power, hmm ...."
Lan Lihua threw a face away, an annoyed expression clearly visible on her face. If not for the concern towards Tan Hao, it was certainly the remark of the old blue-robed man who was none other than Chen Seng the Patriarch of the Golden Tiger sect, making Lan Lihua angry and act straight.