Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Chapter 968 962: Blade Cuts the Golden Dragon (Part 2)

Above the heavens.

The blood-red Fortune Blade has become incredibly thin.

Slaying the Golden Dragon of Luck consumes vast amounts of energy, and given Zhang Sanfeng's current cultivation, he can at most wield seven swords.

Emperor Tian looked up at the blood-red Fortune Blade, saying nothing.

The powerful figures of the myriad worlds stared intently at the Literary Realm, silent.

The entire myriad worlds seemed to have lost their voice at this moment.

Within the Great Profound Sky world, Zhang Sanfeng was drenched in sweat, looking at the wailing and struggling Golden Dragon of Luck with a solemn expression, preparing to deliver the final strike.

If possible, he wanted to sever the dragon's head!

Yet the Fortune of the Literary Realm, comparable to a Destiny Dynasty, even with the Fortune of Heavenly Court reversing the Destiny Dynasty's luck, is something even a ninth-level Fate Master could not achieve.

"This strike, sever the dragon horn!"

Below the Dao platform, Qin Wudao saw Zhang Sanfeng's hesitation and sternly commanded.

The dragon horn!

Represents the identity and status of the dragon race.

The Fortune Golden Dragon may not be a true dragon, but the significance is the same.

"As you command!"

With a glimmer in his eyes, Zhang Sanfeng's aura flashed, controlling the blood-red Fortune Blade, aiming at the dragon's horn of the Literary Realm's Fortune Golden Dragon.

This strike is to strip the Literary Realm of its dignity!

"No!"

The Poetry Ancestor, Song Ancestor, Painting Ancestor, and other high-level figures of the Literary Realm collapsed, powerless, falling to their knees, tears streaming, crying out in despair.

What's a Fortune Golden Dragon without its horn?

Probably becomes a mudfish!

The Literary Master clenched his fists, the sound of 'crunching' audible, closing his eyes, unable to bear seeing the impending scene.

Humiliation!

A great humiliation indeed!

The esteemed Literary Realm, holding the literary vein of the myriad worlds.

Now, being wantonly humiliated by the forces of the lower realms.

He feels he has let down his ancestors!

"Roar~"

With the anguished cry of a dragon.

The blood-red Fortune Blade severed the dragon horn, transforming into specks of light and disappearing.

The Fortune Golden Dragon curled up in the shattered sea of Fortune, its dragon eyes devoid of spirit, unmoving, as if dead.

"Brother Wen, my condolences!"

Emperor Tian stepped forward, patting the Literary Master's shoulder, leaving with the high-level figures of the 'All Clans Hall'.

If not now, then when?

He worried that in anger, the Literary Master might recklessly drag him into attacking Qin's Heavenly Court.

If so.

Would he refuse?

Or agree?

The result, of course, is refusal!

From a practical standpoint, the myriad clans entangled in karma lack the confidence to launch a major offensive against humanity.

"Ally?"

"This is an ally?"

The Literary Master did not stop Emperor Tian's departure, sneering disdainfully.

Then, he swung his sleeves sharply, heading towards the courtyard atop Literary Mountain, endless literary energy bursting from within, absent of righteous literary vigor, only carrying the force of sinister literature.

The Literary Realm's high-level figures exchanged looks, following behind him.

In everyone's mind, there was only one thought, and that was revenge!

If this revenge is not exacted, how can the Literary Realm stand in the myriad worlds?

However.

Compared to the fury of the Literary Realm, there was another large group of people expressing immense joy.

They were the vassal forces of the Literary Realm!

Especially in the Seventh Heaven, out of the three thousand vassal forces of the Literary Realm, at least over two hundred and fifty simultaneously erupted into internal strife.

While the Literary Realm was strong, it greatly empowered the vassal forces' literati, creating a situation of strong ministers and weak rulers.

Now, with the Literary Realm's fortune severed, its dignity lost, the situation within all vassal forces instantly reversed, and those rulers who had been losing power for a long time immediately seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

One vassal force after another separated from the Literary Realm, declaring independence.

The fortune of the Literary Realm was further affected, evaporating by another tenth.

Upon learning of the independence of the vassal forces they once looked down on, the Literary Realm's high-level figures were furious and indignant, yet they were powerless to do anything.

...

"Seven slashes fell, severing seventy percent of the Literary Realm's fortune!"

"If the conjurer were stronger, the Fortune Dragon of the Literary Realm might have been directly beheaded!"

"Such divine skills, it's too terrifying..."

The powerful figures of the myriad worlds, witnessing the tragic state of the Literary Realm's Fortune Golden Dragon, couldn't help but gasp, filled with shock and dread.

Fortune Golden Dragon!

It's the foundation of the existence of all forces!

If a force loses its fortune, it will inevitably decline, leading to destruction!

And now, they knew nothing about the conjurer.

This made them all the more uneasy.

The unknown is often the most frightening.

...

The Great Profound Sky world.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew the 'Dragon Slaying Array', descended from the high platform, speaking weakly.

"You've worked hard, my loyal servant, go take a rest!"

Qin Wudao spoke calmly, but deep within his heart, he was somewhat shocked.

He never anticipated the 'Dragon Slaying Array' to be so powerful, capable of severing seventy percent of the Literary Realm's fortune and severely wounding the Fortune Golden Dragon across a realm.

Not just him, but Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Yu Qian, Zhao Yun, Bai Qi, and other civil and military ministers were also in shock, gaining a deeper understanding of Zhang Sanfeng's prowess.

Ninth-level Fate Master!

He was truly formidable!

"As you command!"

Once again, Zhang Sanfeng bowed and prepared to rest. Just then, a ray of celestial light arrived—it was Luo Yan.

First, he saluted Qin Wudao, then supported Zhang Sanfeng in leaving.

Along the way.

She chirped non-stop.

"Master, you don't know, you were so handsome just now! If you were younger, imagine how many young girls you'd attract!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "..."

Am I really that old now?

"By the way, Master, was what you performed Taoist techniques? Once you've recovered, could you teach me?"

"That can be arranged!"

From afar, Zhang Sanfeng's voice was heard.

"Your Majesty!"

After Zhang Sanfeng departed, Zhuge Liang spoke with a solemn tone: "The Literary Realm's master is narrow-minded, suffering such a loss this time, certainly won't let it rest!"

His worries were not unfounded.

To seek revenge for the Saint Heir, they schemed for three hundred years, dispatching ancestors and eighteen elders into action.

This time, with the blade severing the Literary Realm's fortune, who knows what kind of crazy moves they'll make.

Hearing this, Qin Wudao's smile faded, his eyes turned fierce, coldly saying: "Since they dare to come, let them not go back!"

His voice was full of confidence.

Now, Qin's Heavenly Court was not the Qin's Heavenly Court from three hundred years ago!

With the spatial and temporal giants among the Twelve Golden Figures, unless the Literary Realm goes all out, they cannot penetrate Qin's Heavenly Court's core.

Even if Qin couldn't defeat them, they could certainly stall for some time!

In just an hour, humanity's high-level figures would descend.

In short.

Qin's Heavenly Court has now risen!

...

"Ninth-level Fate Master!"

"Good! Good! Excellent!"

Within the Ancestor Hall, a satisfied voice echoed.

In the empty great hall, the Ancestor lay slumped in a chair, his aged face showing a trace of a smile.

No need to send someone to investigate; he could guess that the force that severed the Literary Realm's fortune was Qin's Heavenly Court.

Only that young chap dared to be so bold!

"Issue the order, let the Merciless Great Emperor visit Qin's Heavenly Court, without revealing himself, providing protection in secret!"

Moments later, the Ancestor commanded.

With his words, in the distance, a white light soared from a mountain peak, disappearing into the sky.

The faint Merciless Dao laws floated in the void.