Chapter 1788: The Power of Space! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Die for me! Coiling Dragon Art!”

A Saint Martial Barracks soldier bulged with muscle as he roared, Stellar Energy exploding from his body.

Roooar!

The torrent of Stellar Energy transformed into large serpents and snakes that wriggled into his spear as it stabbed at True Lord Yellow Dragon.

This strike packed enormous power, creating a sonic boom as it traversed the air.

Only the best of the best could have survived up to this point in the battle, and this Saint Martial Barracks soldier was clearly one of them.

”Not knowing your own strength!”

True Lord Yellow Dragon coldly snorted, his face relaxed. He didn't even glance at that soldier, but that Saint Martial Barracks soldier charging at him felt all his Stellar Energy instantly disperse.

Everyone watched in shock as the Saint Martial Barracks soldier howled, blood erupting from his eyes, ears, and pores. Thud! The soldier plunged from the sky like a lifeless block of wood.

In the entire process, True Lord Yellow Dragon hadn't even moved a muscle.

Someone pointed at the sky and shouted, ”What is that!?”

Whoooah!

Everyone soon saw the oddity in the sky. At the point where the Saint Martial Barracks soldier had begun his descent, there was a translucent, human-shaped figure floating, twisting and struggling, apparently screaming in pain. And upon close examination, this was clearly the now-deceased Saint Martial Barracks soldier on the ground.

”Captain!”

The remnants of the Saint Martial Barracks cried out, their eyes red. But the others who witnessed this scene reacted in a completely different manner. Whoosh! Even the First Prince's soldiers and the men in black backed away in fear.

The soul!

The yellow-robed man in the air could extract a person's soul! This was the power of a demon!

”Ignorant and puny ant! You dared to attack this god? Death is truly too good for you!”

True Lord Yellow Dragon's voice was cold and resounding. With a wave of his palm, the soul of that Saint Martial Barracks soldier immediately began to compress until it was a wisp of black smoke the size of a child's arm that flew into his palm.

”Your torture will continue for one thousand years!”

True Lord Yellow Dragon turned his gaze to the Saint Martial Barracks soldiers, the Dragon Guards, and the True Dragon Sentinels.

Whoosh!

All of them instantly grimaced.

They didn't fear death, but none of them could endure their soul being extracted and tortured for one thousand years.

”Everyone, be careful! Don't be rash!” one of the Saint Martial Barracks soldiers said in grief. That figure in the air was truly unfathomable, and his abilities far exceeded their imagination.

But True Lord Yellow Dragon paid them no heed. From start to finish, he had never cared about the Saint Martial Barracks soldiers or the Dragon Guards. All he cared about was the man within Taiji Palace, the Sage Emperor.

Bang!

Without even waiting for those below to discuss countermeasures, True Lord Yellow Dragon began to stride through the air.

”Treasonous scum, die!”

The Dragon Guards had a much simpler reaction. Without hesitation, these powerful soldiers slashed at that dazzling golden figure in the sky.

But those Dragon Guards had barely tightened their grip on their swords and had yet to unleash those grandiose and destructive beams of Sword Qi when, boom! Massive pressure descended onto their bodies.

Crack!

The cracking of bones rang out through the night. These Dragon Guards, who had been nightmarish existences to the Imperial Army elites and men in black, immediately kneeled.

Their kneecaps slammed into the ground, causing the earth to tremble. All the Dragon Guards on the white jade steps instantly broke out into cold sweats, their faces turning pale.