Chapter 585 - 354: Final Battle: The Black Dragon Appears, Azure Dragon Enters the Body

If this punch were to land, even with the astonishing cultivation level of the Jingping Saint, he would die.

But just then, a cold snort filled with immeasurable anger suddenly resounded.

Then, in mid-air, the Jingping Saint suddenly stretched out his hand, directly catching Zhao Ya’s punch.

"Zhao Ya, you forced me into this!"

As he finished speaking, behind the Jingping Saint, a gigantic image of a Black Dragon suddenly emerged.

The body of this Black Dragon image was composed of various strange and bizarre "Divine Spirits" forms.

At that moment, the forms of these "Divine Spirits" were continuously writhing, seemingly ready to burst forth at any moment.

Moreover, the eyes of the Black Dragon image were hollow, clearly missing a crucial essence.

This was the reason the Jingping Saint hadn’t truly stepped into the Divine Soul Realm.

The moment he could complete the eyes of the Black Dragon image and completely refine these "Divine Spirits," he would be truly invincible in the Divine Soul Realm.

But even so, at the moment the Black Dragon image appeared, the aura of the Jingping Saint instantly surged to an astonishing level.

The previously clear sky suddenly darkened, as if all the light had been absorbed by this Black Dragon image.

Seeing this, Zhao Ya immediately withdrew his punch and retreated.

But it was too late.

The Jingping Saint obviously harbored immense hatred for Zhao Ya’s "sneak attack," and so, even at great cost, he was determined to strike him down.

His palm violently thrust forward.

Zhao Ya let out a muffled groan, his body flying back several dozen yards, crashing into the Cliff Dragon Painting.

Upon closer inspection, Zhao Ya’s arm was bent at an odd angle, clearly broken.

But that was not the main issue; the primary concern was the cold True Power invading his body, causing significant internal injuries, leading Zhao Ya to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Then the Jingping Saint burst into nearly arrogant laughter.

In his laughter, the back of his head was bloody, with fractal-pattern skull and bone clearly visible.

And embedded right in the middle of the white bone was a bullet.

The bullet had sunk over an inch deep into the skull, sending cracks throughout it.

Such an injury would render a normal person unconscious, even a Meridian Opening martial artist.

Yet the Jingping Saint was completely unfazed; even as he laughed, the wound at the back of his head was healing rapidly.

He reached up, pulled the bullet from his skull, and glared malevolently at Zhao Ya across from him.

"Boy, I admit I underestimated you before, but not anymore. I’m going to peel your skin off, bit by bit, to quell the hatred in my heart."

The hatred in his words was enough to make one shiver.

Yet Zhao Ya remained unperturbed and even managed a carefree smile, gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and glancing down at the lifelike Cliff Dragon.

"Slumbering for a thousand years, I doubt you’re willing to let an Evil Dragon flaunt itself before you, are you?"

The cliff was silent.

The crowd was silent too.

Because the battle had reached a level of intensity beyond the imagination of many.

Even the elders, stewards, and Sect Leaders of the Thirteen Sects Beyond the World had not expected it to reach this point.

The Jingping Saint actually used Divine Will to forge a Black Dragon. If he succeeded, he would truly step into the realm of an Immortal, no longer a mere mortal.

Furthermore, Zhao Ya’s display was even more astonishing.

Yet now, it was time for it to end.

The Power of Azure Dragon had already been used, powerful firearms were out of bullets, and all trump cards had been played, yet they still lost.

Shen Yunshen was filled with despair and unwillingness.

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Temple felt the same.

Even Guan Xuejiang, who had fallen at the bottom of the Azure Dragon Map and aged drastically, sighed lightly and closed his eyes.

Time, fate, and fortune.

If all efforts were made and defeat was inevitable, he could only accept his fate.

The Jingping Saint laughed heartily.

"Don’t worry, it won’t be unwilling for long, for soon it will become my dragon eye and assist me in proving my path!"

Zhao Ya remained unmoved, merely reaching out to gently stroke the scales on the dragon’s body.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

Scales’ pattern suddenly appeared on Zhao Ya’s skin, and the broken arm instantly regenerated.

Not only that, but an ancient and desolate aura also emerged from Zhao Ya’s body.

Soon, Zhao Ya closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils had transformed into vertical slits.

Guo Luming sprang up, whispering almost frantically, "It’s the Azure Dragon entering the body, but how is this possible? How can a human bear such immense power without collapsing?"

But he had no choice but to believe.

He saw Zhao Ya slowly lift his head, looking at the astonished Jingping Saint across from him.

As far as Zhao Ya’s gaze reached, the Jingping Saint felt like he was confronting not a human, but an ancient and incredibly powerful existence.

Then Zhao Ya slowly raised his hand, lightly pointing at the Black Dragon behind the Jingping Saint.

"Disperse!"

At the command, the Black Dragon had no chance to resist, letting out a sorrowful wail before beginning to disintegrate inch by inch.

"No!" The Jingping Saint let out an endless, terrible scream.

But none of it was subject to his will.

In an instant, the Black Dragon dissipated into black smoke and vanished.

With the Black Dragon’s dissipation, the aura surrounding the Jingping Saint rapidly plummeted.

At that moment, Zhao Ya lightly stepped forward and instantly arrived in front of the Jingping Saint, looking down at him.

The Jingping Saint’s face slowly turned pale, his eyes grew dim.

However, at that moment, an unprecedented look of relief appeared on his face, as he blissfully said.

"This is the true power of the Divine Soul Realm? How wonderful!"

As he spoke, his flesh and blood began to fall away quickly.

First the outer flesh, then the internal organs.

In the blink of an eye, only his head remained intact while the body turned into a white skeleton.

Zhao Ya stretched out his hand, gently tapping the center of the Jingping Saint’s forehead.

Bang!

The Jingping Saint’s head instantly exploded into fragments.

Thus, this legendary figure who directly led to the split of the Azure Dragon Temple perished.

And after doing all this, the aura around Zhao Ya began to plummet rapidly,

Soon, the scales disappeared, and his eyes returned to normal.

Then Zhao Ya wobbled in mid-air and fell straight down.