Gate of God

Chapter 389: The Dragon has woken

Chapter 389: The Dragon has woken

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

Nangong Hao had been calm ever since he stepped out of the Icy Monkey Settlement. Even when Yun Qingwu and Bai Xing appeared, he was composed.

However, he began to look increasingly solemn after the Dragon Protection Squad appeared.

No one knew what Nangong Hao was thinking. Perhaps Bai Xing was right. What was left after the trump card was played? Perhaps Nangong Hao was right...

You could guess...

"Will the battle at the Icy Monkey Settlement really decide the future between the Southern Region and the Great Xia Dynasty?" Bai Xing pressed.

"You can try and find out." Nangong Hao looked Bai Xing in the eye, his eyes glowing golden as he lowered Standstill and charged.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t care about the fates of these people." Bai Xing squinted as he smirked, morphing into a ray of silver light.

...

This was an incredibly intense battle.

The 50,000 strong Great Xia Dynasty army held their position as they were attacked by more than 100,000 Southern Region soldiers and dozens of demon elites.

However, when the Dragon Protection Squad appeared, the Southern Region soldiers had no choice but to retreat.

This looked like a battle that was evening out.

However, everyone knew that the battle had only evened out temporarily. After all, this was the Southern Region and not the Great Xia.

If they could not win within the initial moments of the battle, it would be a matter of time before they were worn down.

The Southern Region had set up an ambush in the Icy Monkey Settlement. Naturally, they had more ambushes set up outside. If the army was bogged down, they were as good as dead.

Xing Qingsui and Wu Feng both knew this.

However...

Wu Feng was more concerned about Yan Xiu. Even though Yan Xiu had always been cold, Wu Feng had known Yan Xiu since young.

Losing to Yan Xiu in the theory examination...

Had hurt Wu Feng quite significantly.

However, he did not hate Yan Xiu. After all, he had grown up with Yan Xiu. He had always treated Yan Xiu as a brother.

Even though it was quite weird for the younger brother to surpass the older one...

This did not mean that he wanted to see Yan Xiu consumed by evil Asura. He also did not want to see Yan Xiu killed by the demon.

He gripped his jade flute tightly as he made a decision in his heart.

Other than Wu Feng, Yun Qingwu also focused her attention on Yan Xiu.

"I think he needs help." Yun Qingwu murmured to herself. However, this was akin to an order to her two deputies.

"Should I go and help him?" The demon with the green demon eye asked.

"Wu Ji will go." Yun Qingwu shook her head.

"Me? Master, your safety..." The demon with the red demonic eye hesitated when he heard what Yun Qingwu had to say.

"I’ll be fine." Yun Qingwu replied flatly.

"I understand. I will be back soon." Wu Ji disappeared from his position without a second word.

With the intense battle raging below, a ray of light crashing down from the cliff would not raise too many eyebrows.

However, when the ray of light shot towards Yan Xiu, Wu Feng felt the immense killing intent almost immediately.

"In your dreams!" Wu Feng bellowed as he shot towards the ray of light like a comet.

Wu Feng was skilled in music.

Close combat was not his forte.

He thrived in ranged combat. However, he did not hesitate to charge forward this time. As he did so, the jade green flute in his hand lit up.

It looked like there was a layer of water covering it. When the light shone on Wu Feng’s arm, a strange pattern emerged.

Green cloud patterns began to adorn Wu Feng’s arms. They travelled upwards, slowly making their way towards his chest.

"Oh?" A soft exclamation of surprise could be heard.

Then, the light clashed with the human.

It was no surprise that Wu Feng was thrown back like a broken kite. He spat out mouthfuls of blood, his face pale.

A middle-aged man with a red demonic eye stood at where they had clashed. This was Wu Ji.

Wu Ji’s clothes were torn in a few places and his arm was trembling slightly. He looked at the fallen Wu Feng with traces of admiration.

"Don’t struggle anymore, it is useless." Wu Ji looked at Wu Feng, who was struggling to get up.

"If I don’t fight, then I’ll really be useless!" Wu Feng bit his lip, blood trickling from the corner. It was impossible to determine if this was blood from his lips or blood from his insides.

"With your talent, you would beat me hands down in a decade." Wu Ji said reassuringly as he looked at the cloud patterns on Wu Feng’s hand.

"I know." Wu Feng replied assertively.

"Mm, I can give you a chance and pretend that I didn’t see you."

"But I’ve already seen you."

"Okay then... if that’s the case, go to hell!" Wu Ji nodded as he swung his sword. A thin ray of light shot out from the tip of the blade.

It looked like an ordinary ray of light.

However, when Wu Feng saw that ray of light, his expression was ashen. He bit his lip and waited for it to hit home.

"Boom!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

Wu Feng’s head fell to the ground, the wound in his chest so deep one could see the bone. His eyes were shut, his face ashen. However, his jade flute was still pointed at Yan Xiu...

"Wu Feng!"

"Young Master Wu!"

All of the candidates screamed as they looked at Wu Feng sympathetically. They knew that their end was coming as well.

...

Yan Xiu still looked rather lifeless.

He guarded Fang Zhengzhi silently, a red glow swirling in his eyes. One could not guess what he was seeing.

He still gripped the Mountain and River, Heaven and Earth Fan tightly, the blood stains making it painful to look at.

"Wu... Wu... Wu Feng..." A tiny voice could be heard coming from Yan Xiu. As he uttered those words, the redness in his eyes began to clear up.

It was now translucent.

It looked like the dust in his eyes was settling. It was still red, but it was now becoming more and more translucent.

"Wu Feng!" All of a sudden, Yan Xiu shouted Wu Feng’s name in an explosion of red light.

The light was blinking previously. Now, it was glowing radiantly.

"What the hell?" Wu Ji was confused as he looked at the red light on Yan Xiu’s chest. Yan Xiu should have been consumed by evil Asura.

Of course...

Yan Xiu was still consumed by evil Asura. The brighter the red light at his chest, the deeper he was.

So, why could Yan Xiu speak?

Wu Ji could not understand.

The middle-aged man engaged in battle with Yan Xiu also could not understand. How could someone escape the grasp of evil Asura?

Both of these vice domain chiefs were extremely confused.

However, their confusion quickly turned into surprise. They saw a figure who had one arm pressed on Yan Xiu’s shoulder.

That arm was completely wrapped in purple light.

That purple light originated from the sword in his hand. The entire sword, from hilt to blade, glowed a strange shade of purple.

"Fang... Fang Zhengzhi?!" Wu Ji would rarely be shocked by a human. After all, he was a Rebirth State Demon. But now, for some inexplicable reason, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man who was next to Wu Ji was equally stunned. He looked at Fang Zhengzhi and stepped back.

Even though it was just a small step, it was enough to express what he was thinking.

"Fang Zhengzhi didn’t die!"

"This... is this still Fang Zhengzhi?"

"What is going on? Why am I... why do I feel terrified?!"

All of the candidates noticed the figure standing behind Yan Xiu. He looked familiar but distant at the same time.

Yun Qingwu’s expression changed instantly.

Yun Qingwu recognized the figure behind Yan Xiu. All this while, Yun Qingwu felt that Fang Zhengzhi was someone who she couldn’t describe in words.

His aura was intimidating.

But now...

That aura was gone.

Fang Zhengzhi was like a spirit wrapped up in purple light. The Traceless Sword was now a purple crystal sword.

Even Fang Zhengzhi’s arm was enveloped in purple light.

The purple ran in his bloodstream. Even Fang Zhengzhi’s eyes were purple.

Yan Xiu’s eyes were understandably red because of the Dao of Asura. After all, that was a power that only a Rebirth State cultivator had.

But...

Was Fang Zhengzhi in the Rebirth State?

Of course not. His advantage was in the fact that he had 388 Daos in his pocket dimension. However, at that very moment, only one Dao was flowing through his body.

The Dao of Massacre.

His killing intent was clear for all to see.

The Dao of Asura’s iciness originated from the combination between good and evil. Fang Zhengzhi’s icy aura originated from his bones.

This was killing intent.

Unsuppressed killing intent.

"He woke up?" Yun Qingwu was stunned. It was rare that she would be taken by surprise.

The vice domain chief with the green domain eye also squinted as he unsheathed his sword.

...

Yan Xiu’s body shuddered slightly.

His reaction was small, but a wave of purple that originated from Fang Zhengzhi’s hand began to envelop Yan Xiu.

For someone consumed by the evil Asura...

This was something that should not have been possible. There was no way someone consumed by evil Asura would allow other energies into his body.

However, Yan Xiu did not react. He stood silently in his spot, his body shuddering.

Then...

He closed his eyes and collapsed.

Just as everyone expected, Yan Xiu entered a comatose state. However, none of them expected that Fang Zhengzhi would be the one to put Yan Xiu in that state!

Fang Zhengzhi had no intention of entertaining the looks of confusion. He patted Yan Xiu, then looked at Wu Feng, who was lying in a pool of blood.

Then...

He turned to look at Wu Ji and the middle-aged man beside Wu Ji.

A purple ray of light rose from his feet and began to encircle his body like a dragon.

Even Nangong Hao and Bai Xing paused their battle to witness this.

Bai Xing was stunned. The smirk was instantly wiped from his face. He felt extremely uncomfortable looking at Fang Zhengzhi.

Nangong Hao was equally surprised. This was different from the surprise he felt when Fang Zhengzhi revealed that he had 388 Daos in his pocket dimension. He was rather confused this time.

Was this the power of 388 Daos?

No.

This was one dao, the Dao of Massacre!

Why is there such a Dao?!

The intense battle seemed to pause for a moment. All of a sudden, a ray of purple light shot to the heavens. That was a purple dragon.

"Die!" A bone-chilling voice rang out from the dragon and Fang Zhengzhi disappeared from where he stood.