340 Fusing as One

A golden dragon appeared in the night sky. A dragon roar burst through thenight sky. A dragon breath crushed the entire grassland flat. Countless monsters lay on the ground submissively, trembling but not daring tomove. Even the strongest and proudest Mountain-toppling Fiend was as such. Anyof the monsters that attempted to raise their heads and look were turned into asmear of blood in the next moment. As for the dragon serpents that werefortunate enough to survive the battle, they spasmed across their body, as ifthey would commit suicide by twisting themselves into segments to expressdevotion. This was because it was a dragon. It was an existence that was greater thanthe Golden-winged Great Peng. It was an existence at the apex, that approachedgodhood. The two sacred flames in the eyes of the Golden-winged Great Peng remainedviolent and abnormally solitary. It looked at the Golden Dragon that flew fromthe mausoleum and exploded with a powerful intent to battle. In its eyesappeared a defiance of the dazzling light. Its life was given for challengingthe authority of dragons and phoenixes, so how could it be afraid of thepressure from the golden dragon? Also… for ten thousand swords to form adragon, was it really a true dragon? With a brutal whoosh that sliced through the sky, the Golden-Winged Great Pengpierced through the sky towards the mausoleum. The sky across the entiregrassland had been shaken to the point that it slightly distorted. With its twoclaws extended, several dozens of li of the ground of the grassland seemed tohave been picked up by it. It wanted to use the two claws that ripped throughthe sky and earth to pierce the head of the golden dragon. The Golden Dragon formed by the ten thousand swords rushed through the sky.The eyes of the dragon were indifferent. They were prideful and cold. Thedragon whiskers danced, shattering the lightning high up in the sky intocountless pieces. It had an extreme, unrivalled pressure and light, but whatwas very mystical was that the dragon breath actually contained an extremelyfrigid coldness. With just a moment, it began to snow heavily around thesurroundings of the mausoleum. In that moment, the sacred flames in the Gold-winged Great Peng’s eyessuddenly began to flicker, because of the extremely frigid coldness from thedragon breath. However, it was also because it had suddenly discovered ashocking truth—the dragon formed from the ten thousand swords was actually atrue dragon, and even more frighteningly, the dragon actually contained twodragon auras, the Golden Dragon and the Black Frost Dragon. They were the twostrongest, proudest, most sacred huge dragons, and at the same time, they werethe two existences least able to coexist amongst the dragon race. They hadactually perfectly fused as one in the sword dragon. At this moment, the dragon formed from the ten thousand swords was actuallyeven stronger than the Golden Dragon and the Black Frost Dragon. The Golden Dragon and the Golden-winged Great Peng met at an high altitude, inthe snow storm. An angry and unwilling sound of lament and a roar that carried some painresounded in the sky. The right claw of the Gold-winged Great Peng was immediately crushed. A riftwas forcefully cut into the huge shadow cast into the sky by the dragon formedfrom the ten thousand swords. An extremely terrifying wound was also ripped open by the claws of the greatpeng on the body of the golden dragon. The countless rays of light swayed restlessly. Fresh blood flowed violentlyout of the Golden-winged Great Peng, which transformed into golden nectar thatburned violently as it fell on the grassland. It burned thousands of monstersto death, and closely afterwards, it transformed into great gusts of wind,wreaking havoc everywhere. It lifted up a massive amount of soil. The snowstorm and the streaking fire danced and interwove violently betweenthe sky and the earth. The Golden Dragon roared, and continue to rush at the Golden-winged GreatPeng. Its mouth was wide open, as if it could swallow the whole world. Bang! A golden light flashed in the sky, and the color of the night suddenlydisappeared. The grassland in front of the mausoleum collapsed. It formed an area with aperimeter of several dozen li, and was one thousand feet in depth. Countless monsters died within it. Grass and rocks shattered. Even the few boulders at the highest point in the mausoleum fell. With arumble that was like thunder, they rolled into the grassland. From everywherecame the sounds of the ripping of airflow, the creaking of the space barelyholding up, the violent clashing of divine auras, and the miserable howls ofmonsters. This lasted until the final, violent dragon roar. The dragon roar was so clear and distant that it seemed to originate from theancient times, but it also seemed to be extremely new. It was incomparablyprideful and overbearing. The dragon formed from the ten thousand swords swallowed the world, and atethe Golden-winged Great Peng. After an unknown amount of time, the snowstorm slowly subsided, and snowflakesfell slowly. The violent and confusing sounds also slowly disappeared, and thegrassland finally recovered some peace.  The tens of thousands of monsters thatsurvived raised their heads with fear and worry. They only saw that the sky wascompletely clear. Although there was falling snow, there were no clouds for thesnow. The shadow that had covered the sky for a very long time had alsodisappeared from sight. A very small black dot drifted down from high altitude, like a leaf. Onlyafter a very long time did the black dot hit the ground. It gave off a verysoft plop, and was extremely hard to detect when compared to the violent soundsfrom the great battle before. The thing that fell from the sky was Nanke. She landed heavily on the ground,and spat out a lot of fresh blood. The area where she landed was directly infront of the mausoleum, at the start of the divine path. Chen Changsheng looked at her. It was not done purposely, but it was naturallylooking at her from above. He knew that after defeating the Golden-winged Great Peng, the ten thousandswords were extremely beaten and in a bad condition, but there were always afew matters that needed to be finished. He raised his arm, and pointed at Nanke on the divine path below. He said afew words silently in his heart. The sky above the mausoleum suddenly began to glow bright again. With thedagger as the lead, the ten thousand swords twisted downwards, and were thrusttowards Nanke. It was still a dragon, but its color was slightly duller than before. The Demon General couple stood in front of Nanke. They looked at each other,and saw the apology and determination in each other’s eyes. Actually, when theSword Pool had appeared before, when the ten thousand swords hovered aroundChen Changsheng, they had already glanced at each other in the eyes. At thattime, there was only apology and determination in their eyes. At that moment,they already vaguely knew that the Military Advisor's plan for the Garden ofZhou had completely failed. No matter how the Military Advisor calculated, nomatter how strong Nanke was, or if there were any hidden strategies, they wereall unable to handle the endless fortuitous encounters of this human teenager. An existence that could not be fought. This was fate. They felt that Chen Changsheng’s fate was too good. The reason why they had determination in their eyes was that at this moment,they needed to break through. Only by returning to their true strength couldthey obtain a chance. However, in the Garden of Zhou, once they regained theirlevel of cultivation, it would mean death. The ten thousand swords that formed a dragon arrived on the ground from thesky. They stood in front of Nanke, and their Qi suddenly increased. It immediatelybecame extremely terrifying, like a true mountain peak. This was the strength of the peak level of the Star Condensation realm,although it was not called such in Xuelao City. Black armor covered their body. From this moment, they were no longer anordinary, middle-aged couple. They were no longer Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan’er,but the twenty-third and twenty-fourth Demon Generals. The ten thousand swords had arrived, and chopped at Nanke. The Demon General couple stood in front of Nanke. The dragon head breathed dragon breath, which brought an endless light. In the light, nothing could be seen. Only sounds could be heard. There were countless, concentrated screeches. They were the sounds of theswords grinding and cutting into the armor, the metal pole and the metal pot. The so-called dragon breath was the edge of the sword. After an unknown amount of time, the Golden Dragon gave out a long roar thatcarried an almost unknown meaning. It had completed its attack, and turnedaround to return to the mausoleum. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan’er stood in front of Nanke and looked at each otherquietly. Their black armor was already broken, and their bodies which were tough likestone were covered in sword wounds. Tang Xiaoming looked at her, and said serenely, “Sorry, I won’t be able to goback to your homeland to farm and see the sun set.” Liu Wan’er said, “I should be the one apologizing. If it wasn’t me who had towant to go home, then we should still be at the front line at the moment, andwe wouldn’t be killed by a dragon for some reason.” Teng Xiaoming did not say anything. Liu Wan’er said, “The sunset at the hometown is much better looking than thesun here. But after looking at it too much, anyone will get tired of it.” Teng Xiaoming said, “Yes, the scene where the ten thousand swords formed thedragon earlier was very nice.” As soon as they finished talking, several streaks of lightning descended fromthe sky. To help Nanke block the violent blow of the dragon formed from the tenthousand swords, the Demon General couple simultaneously raised theircultivations to the peak level of Star Condensation. The rules of the Garden ofZhou sensed it, and naturally it began its attack. They did not avoid it,because they were already dead. In order to block the dragon, they had used theGreat Art of Body Release. They were destined to die. The lightning fell senselessly and without stopping. The ten thousand swords returned to the mausoleum. In the streak of light,Chen Changsheng extended his hand and grasped the dagger. However, the ten thousand swords did not disperse. They continued to surgetowards him, as if bent on killing him. The countless swords whistled as they arrived. He subconsciously closed his eyes. In the next moment, the whistling of the swords disappeared, and silencedescended. He opened his eyes again, and the ten thousand swords had already disappeared.