Chapter 307: Dragon God’s Sky Destruction Slash

Wu Xuanbo shook his head silently, sidestepping the issue.

Cheng Lingyu neared the dragon-shaped jade hook but didn’t act immediately. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo, his eyes holding an inscrutable glint.

“What does our meeting foretell? A three-way rivalry? Or will someone fade into oblivion with time’s flow?”

Yang Yan sneered, “Three-way rivalry? You think you’re fit for that?”

Wu Xuanbo coldly added, “You’re just a fleeting shadow in my Life. No one will recall you.”

Neither took Cheng Lingyu seriously. His cultivation level was merely at the Blood Martial First Level, while they were unparalleled experts of the Late Spirit Martial Realm.

“Not fit, you say?”

Two words answered Yang Yan; the last two retorted to Wu Xuanbo.

Cheng Lingyu stepped forward. His left hand casually reached out and seized the dragon-shaped jade hook.

Instantly, the hook trembled fiercely, unleashing holy light runes that coiled around him in an extraordinary phenomenon.

Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo paled, staring in disbelief.

Qiu Yu materialized beside Cheng Lingyu, black-and-white luminous rings radiating from her, warning all to stand down.

Wan Fang and Feixue rushed to shield Cheng Lingyu, elated.

Hu Yuer wore a strange look, utterly baffled by Cheng Lingyu. What others struggled to achieve, he’d done effortlessly—maddening!

Shui Yingyue, Yunxiu, and Hua Yuehong watched in stunned silence, their lovely faces tinged with unspoken dismay.

Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo—paragons of talent and power—now stood eclipsed by this unassuming youth.

Yang Yan’s eyes brimmed with Slaughter. Wu Xuanbo’s darkened gaze mirrored his intent to erase Cheng Lingyu.

Others hesitated, wary of Qiu Yu. Only Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo could challenge her.

Red rune chains snaked from the hook across Cheng Lingyu’s body, weaving a shifting spiritual diagram of interlaced dragon shapes.

“Ultimate skill imprint?” Yang Yan hissed, jealousy blazing.

Wu Xuanbo stiffened. “Dragon God’s Sky Destruction Slash!”

The name meant nothing to most, but its fearsome nature sparked envy.

Cheng Lingyu seemed entranced, oblivious as crimson runes fused into his flesh, the imprint merging with him.

Yang Yan struck, seeking to shatter Cheng Lingyu’s chance.

Qiu Yu’s rings whirled like shears, deflecting the attack.

Wu Xuanbo advanced, his crushing aura compressing Qiu Yu’s luminous rings.

Outnumbered, Qiu Yu held firm against the duo’s pressure.

Cheng Lingyu awoke. The hook swept upward, morphing into a sky-rending dragon that hurled Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo back.

Now in its state of revival, the dragon-shaped jade hook blazed with unstoppable might.

Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo wore stormy expressions, their eyes dark with the desire to tear Cheng Lingyu apart.

Gripping the divine weapon, Cheng Lingyu felt power surge through him. His sharpened senses detected even the faintest movements within the cave. Soon, he noticed something peculiar.

Cheng Lingyu’s gaze lifted to a dim glow embedded in the cave wall – invisible without the dragon-shaped jade hook’s power. With a flick of his wrist, the jade hook became a gleaming arc that sliced through stone. The mysterious light shot upward too fast for even Cheng Lingyu to identify.

Qiu Yu, Yang Yan, and Wu Xuanbo instinctively turned toward the fading light, their expressions tightening.

As the dragon-shaped jade hook’s power erupted, the entire island shook. The blood lake boiled, crimson mists swirling to create new disturbances. A thunderous roar split the sky as the Black Desire Monkey and Cangling Blood Wing Bird returned, their collision nearly fracturing the heavens.

“Move now!” Chang Yun shouted, bursting from the cave to escape the spreading chaos.

The Thunder Rider Spirit Master reacted immediately, shepherding Tianlei Sacred Church members to safety.

Cheng Lingyu stared upward, feeling the terrifying pressure from the two mythical beasts. The jade hook thrashed violently in his grip. “It wants to stay,” he murmured with a bitter smile, releasing it. The weapon flew back to its original resting place as blood-red chains erupted from the ground, rebinding it in glowing seals.

Qiu Yu, Wan Fang, Feixue, and Hu Yuer followed Cheng Lingyu’s retreat without hesitation. Experts from Shanhua Alliance and Tianlei Sacred Church fled ahead of Lou Ri City’s group.

Yang Yan cursed loudly, dragging Hua Yuehong and Bai Ruomei skyward to join Heavenly Fire Sect members. Wu Xuanbo remained, now allied with Jiu Yang Sacred Palace’s forces through Ye Anlan’s persuasion.

Back in the cave, the Black Desire Monkey and Cangling Blood Wing Bird continued their brutal clash, both bleeding but unrelenting. Above the blood lake, three beasts bearing Blood River True Monarchs had vanished, leaving three dead Spirit Masters and three fleeing survivors.

Outside the crimson mists, observers from major factions watched intently. Despite the obscuring haze, the battle’s shockwaves pulsed through the air.

Xiao Lingfeng, Han Zhen, and Chen Song rushed to Cheng Lingyu, relief warring with anxiety. “He slaughtered both Heavenly Palace holy sons,” Hu Yuer announced brightly.

The trio gaped. “Truth?” Wan Fang confirmed. “Four Spirit Masters too. We’re now enemies with both Divine Martial Sect and Heavenly Palace.”

Han Zhen recovered first. “Good! Lou Ri City’s slept a thousand years. Time we roared again.”

Chen Song nodded fiercely. “A millennium ago we ruled. Now with Cheng junior apprentice’s rise, our glory returns!”

Silence fell. Memories of their last genius’ brief brilliance haunted them. Would history repeat?

Feixue glanced at Qiu Yu, words dying unspoken. Cheng Lingyu studied Yang Yan’s group – their fates tangled since Holy Emperor’s underground palace, through Guishun Valley and ancient ruins to this bloodied climax.

Yang Yan returned the stare, murder in his eyes meeting Cheng Lingyu’s icy calm. Their feud crystallized in that moment.

As dusk deepened, combat ceased at the lake’s heart. Wu Xuanbo’s coalition emerged – Shui Yingyue, Yunxiu, Ye Anlan, Daoist of the Three Suns, Yang Zhenghong, and an injured Spirit Master. The beasts had vanished, leaving only churning mists and a rising Blood Moon.

Shanhua Alliance withdrew first, followed by Tianlei Sacred Church. Yang Yan gathered Heavenly Fire Sect and Heavenly Palace disciples while Jiu Yang Sacred Palace members clustered around Wu Xuanbo, eyeing their new ally curiously.

Lou Ri City’s eight stood apart – smallest faction in the emerging triad. Yang Yan’s Heavenly Fire Sect (4th ranked), Wu Xuanbo’s Jiu Yang Sacred Palace (1st), and Cheng Lingyu’s Lou Ri City (7th) formed the new Three Saints and Four Peerless dynamic.

Wu Xuanbo held clear advantages: the Cangling Blood Wing Bird’s unmatched power, Xuan Star Saint’s Supreme Bone, and three women bearing Three Saints’ legacies with sacred artifacts. Together, they cast long shadows across Brilliant Star Continent.