1809: Chapter 1799: The Foundation of the Supre Hall 1809: Chapter 1799: The Foundation of the Supre Hall “Sword of Dao, break!”
The mont the Hamr of the Thunder God descended with its suppressive force, the Great Dao Supre forcibly extracted the rules of the Dao from within his body, condensing them into a Sword of Dao.
The sword aura surged skyward, birthing the Dao and tearing through space as it slashed towards Long Yan.
The Great Dao Supre was fighting desperately too.
“Bang!”
The Sword of Dao was indeed powerful, but it couldn’t withstand the oppressive power of the Hamr of the Thunder God.
In an instant, the Sword of Dao shattered, dissipating into the Void as pure energy.
At the sa ti, the Hamr of the Thunder God crushed down upon him, with thousands of thunderbolts bombarding the body of the Great Dao Supre, whose figure was completely subrged in them.
The Long Family’s Ancestor, Long Chengtian, and others did not reach out to help; they clearly understood that Long Yan’s strength was enough to slay the Great Dao Supre.
Once the Great Dao Supre fell, the Supre Hall would be nothing more than a na with no substance.
“The Great Dao Supre is finished.”
The Qilin King said softly, his gaze shaking, even feeling sowhat relieved.
Long Yan’s strength was too formidable; if Demon God Emperor Palace held any grudges with Zhenyang Sect, the fate of the Demon God Emperor Palace would be the sa as the Supre Hall’s.
The Great Dao Supre was at his last breath; under this blow by Long Yan, it would be good fortune for him to cling to life.
Gradually, the Hamr of the Thunder God faded, and the thousands of thunderbolts started to vanish in the Void, with the battered figure of the Great Dao Supre slowly coming into focus.
At this mont, the Great Dao Supre was covered in blood, his face devoid of color, his aura feeble.
He was in an extrely sorry state, truly at his last gasp.
“Great Dao Supre, I’ll give you one more chance, tell the thod to break through the River of Forgetfulness Mist.”
Long Yan said coldly, his gaze locked on the Great Dao Supre.
Now, if he wanted to kill the Great Dao Supre, he could do it with a re lift of his hand.
“Long Yan, give it up.
You won’t get the thod to break through the River of Forgetfulness Mist from , never!”
The Great Dao Supre said coldly.
With the Supre Hall besieged by various forces, with only him left standing alone, the Supre Hall was virtually non-existent.
His only hope was now pinned on Emperor Ye.
If Emperor Ye could seize the opportunity within and take control of the Emperor Domain, the Supre Hall might still have a chance to survive.
“I told you, even if you won’t talk, I will find a way to know.
It’s just that it might be a bit painful for you!”
Long Yan said.
By suppressing the Great Dao Supre, he could completely access the Great Dao Supre’s mory and learn the thod to break through the River of Forgetfulness Mist.
“Long Yan, you can’t kill ; the Supre Hall has a heritage that’s survived for tens of thousands of years.
Do you think we have no hidden trump cards?”
The Great Dao Supre sneered, that hidden card he simply wanted to keep until the very end, but now, he couldn’t care about that anymore.
“The heritage of the Supre Hall, huh?
I really am curious to see what is it that you’re relying on.”
Long Yan was not at all surprised; he had long guessed that the Great Dao Supre had sothing to rely on, otherwise the Three Gods Sect and Fairy Pool Sky Mountain would not have feared the Supre Hall.
“The Great Dao Supre also brought that ‘thing’.”
Hua Tianzun’s gaze turned sharp; he knew what the Great Dao Supre was relying on—that ‘thing’ was also what the Three Gods Sect truly feared.
In the next mont, the Great Dao Supre turned over his palm, revealing an ancient scroll in his hands, suffused with divinity.
This ancient scroll was clearly an artifact.
“A Space Artifact, could this be the Great Dao Supre’s trump card?”
Long Yan eyed the ancient scroll, imdiately recognizing it as a Space Artifact.
Space artifacts contain universes within them, just like the Azure Dragon Ring, they are quite rare, and their value is not comparable to that of ordinary artifacts.
Vaguely, Long Yan felt that this ancient scroll was not as simple as a space artifact, an artifact alone, the Great Dao Supre would have already made a move.
“Golden Demon Dragon, co forth!”
At this mont, the Great Dao Supre shouted explosively, and the ancient scroll suddenly unfolded, light shooting in all directions, a powerful aura spreading out from it.
“Aooo!”
Suddenly, a dragon’s roar sounded from the scroll, and then, bathed in golden light, a colossal being erged from the scroll, dominating the void, its overbearing and fierce aura turbulent and swelling with divinity.
This colossal being was a Golden Demon Dragon, sowhat similar to a True Dragon, its huge Flood Dragon body twice the size of the Purple Gold Demon Dragon transford by the Black Dragon, covered in gold Scale Armor, its tough aura pervading the surroundings, its divine power unmatched.
“Ancient Golden Demon Dragon!”
Long Yan looked at the Golden Demon Dragon, his gaze trembling slightly as he recognized the origin of this colossal being.
It was an Ancient Golden Demon Dragon, not a True mber of the Long Clan, but it possessed a highly pure Long Clan Bloodline, a true God-Beast, that once fully grown, would be extrely powerful.
This Ancient Golden Demon Dragon was the foundational strength of the Supre Hall, their true reliance.
“A God-Beast, an Ancient Golden Demon Dragon!”
The Qilin King, Huangfu Minglong, and the Three Thousand Emperor Lord, among others, all gazed at the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon, their eyes showing ripples of emotion.
This was a real God-Beast, and not an ordinary one.
“A gravely injured God-Beast at that, what waves can it possibly make?”
The Black Dragon glanced indifferently at the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon, not deeming it worth his attention.
“The cultivation base of this Ancient Golden Demon Dragon is indeed not weak; it has reached the realm of a True God, but it’s been severely injured by the power of another plane, fighting for re survival,” spoke the Long Family’s Ancestor softly, discerning the condition of the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon at a glance.
The Golden Demon Dragon, with its wounds yet to heal, truly could not unleash its full power, it was at best about as strong as The Tenth Demon General.
“An Ancient Golden Demon Dragon, a true God-Beast, so this is what the Supre Hall’s foundation is!”
“With such reliance, no wonder the Three Gods Sect and Fairy Pool Sky Mountain have always been wary of the Supre Hall.”
“This Ancient Golden Demon Dragon is a treasure all over, if one could slay it, even obtaining a single scale would be of great value.”
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Everyone gazed at the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon, their shock mixed with excitent, as the creature before them was akin to a treasure trove.
“Long Yan, I want you dead!” the Great Dao Supre declared coldly.
The Ancient Golden Demon Dragon could definitely kill Long Yan.
“If the Golden Demon Dragon was at its peak, it might indeed be able to kill , but can a severely wounded Golden Demon Dragon do so?” Long Yan sneered, the wounded state of the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon right before his eyes not escaping his notice; its strength was ager at best.
Besides, under the suppressive rule of the heavens and earth, the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon’s strength was even more constrained.
“If the Golden Demon Dragon were in its pri, ten of you wouldn’t be enough to stand against it,” the Great Dao Supre snorted coldly; though the Ancient Golden Demon Dragon was severely injured, it still possessed the strength of the God Realm, a true power that exceeded a Demigod’s, surely enough to slay Long Yan.
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