Imperial Treasure

Chapter 503 - 745: Shen Xuan, Divine Arts Twelve Dragons (Summer to Autumn +6)_2

And Shen Xuan’s sunken chest had already fully recovered, though his complexion was still somewhat pale. As he lifted his head, he saw Sui Yi looking over...

Although he hadn’t made a move yet, the invisible killing intent that locked onto him was still felt.

Looking at Hell’s Wan Ge again, after being bound by Demon Que in Sui Yi’s hands, it was as if one of his arms had been severed!

But Shen Xuan wouldn’t retreat or yield; he reached down with a palm to grab at the ground, and then he flipped it!

The whole ground seemed as if it had been grasped by him!

Boom!

A sky-high wave of snow surged, with Shi Feixuan and the others on one side, and Hu Xiao and others on the opposite side. They watched with their own eyes the torrential layers of snow that seemed to collapse from a snowy peak crashing down...

It was just like the wave of snow that Sui Yi had lifted with a single sword strike, and it was even several times more powerful.

However,... Sui Yi was not like them!

With Demon Que controlling Hell’s Wan Ge, it was destined that Sui Yi would have no weapon to use, but she walked forward, her blue clothing fluttering, stepping on the snow leaving no trace, her hand... drew a line, swish!

A light streaked from her fingertips, a ten-meter-long arc, slicing it open!

A dominating fissure appeared, with white mists above and below, and snowflakes fluttering all around.

Sui Yi took a hundred meters in one step, and in two steps, she crossed over the traces in the snow, arriving in front of Shen Xuan...

Shen Xuan had no way to retreat, but even if he did, he wouldn’t.

Hand seals!

Divine Arts arose!

Hiss hiss hiss! The split layers of snow condensed together, turning into twelve robust snow dragons, roaring!

Such a method even shocked those like Hu Xiao deep inside.

But the might and power of Divine Arts were best understood only by the Divine Rune clan and the Wu Clan.

When Sui Yi saw those twelve snow dragons, her brow jumped slightly, and she softly said, "Divine Arts Twelve Dragons."

Did it sound nostalgic?

But such a tone instead made Shen Xuan utterly furious.

With a flick of his fingers.

The twelve snow dragons charged frantically towards Sui Yi...

Their dragon roars were too piercing.

Within the Ghost Subdue Cry, Shang Xiuxun turned her head and saw those twelve dragons that, despite being snow-white, had extremely fierce forms.

"Special Abilities?" Natasha’s first thought was that there was an extremely powerful snow-based special abilities master at the mountain’s peak, and judging by the scale of such manipulation, the other party might as well be SSS-ranked in strength!

Almost akin to Sect Master-level in this world...

Sect Master-level, huh... Could that woman withstand it?

Natasha subconsciously wanted to take a drag on a cigarette and blow a smoke ring, but then she realized she didn’t have any cigarettes in hand, only a lot of blood, sticky and foul-smelling, while the damned person in front of her was not yet dead,...

Continue!

The twelve dragons attack and kill!

This was Divine Arts.

Witches had arts too, and the strongest was Curse Technique!

Sui Yi still advanced, her hands forming hand seals.

"Spine of the dragon, curse severed!"

Words that others couldn’t understand came from her mouth, and it was as if her hands held divine power, her fingers parted, interlocking.

Whoosh!

The vast bodies of the twelve dragons charging at her suddenly paused in thin air, as if twenty-four invisible hands were gripping their dragon spines.

As Sui Yi’s fingers parted.

Crack!

The twelve snow dragons emitted the sound of bones breaking, and then... snap, snap, snap!

Incapable of withstanding a single blow!

It was also satisfyingly intense.

Shi Feixuan’s eyes shone with continuous wonder while An Long’s face turned deathly pale, inwardly cursing that such an opponent was too terrifying, and he must have been out of his mind to have considered laying a finger on this person...

Well, let’s leave it to those few.

Different levels of opponents match different levels of people.

Boom, boom, boom!

The snow pile thunderously collapsed, and Sui Yi was now before him.

Retreat?

No retreat!

A certain pride deep in the bones made Shen Xuan unwilling to give in!

As Sui Yi’s palm thundered towards him, Shen Xuan’s palm was already striking out to meet it!

Boom!

All of the snow on the ground within the peak’s range was jolted into the air!

Shi Feixuan and the others also leaped into the air to evade or defend, but at that moment, from the midst of the swirling, trembling snowflakes, they saw a strange smile suddenly appear on the aging, ugly face of Shen Xuan.

"High Priest, I may be no match for you, but there are others who can subdue you!"

At that time, the dust was settling ahead of time in the midst of Ghost Subdue Cry, and although most were injured or even severely wounded, they had largely won the battle. Before they could even catch their breath, Shen Luoyan, always calm and composed, blurted out without bothering to mask her male voice.

"Something’s not right!"

"Those children... they’re not here."

Previously, they had learned from Shadowless’s mouth that the children of the Morton Tribe were supposedly all sent to this place, Ghost Subdue Cry. However, in reality, after fighting for so long, the room meant to imprison the "Medicinal Body" showed no trace of those children at all.

The Morton Tribe was huge, and there were at least a few hundred children.

How could there be no sign of them!

Unless... they were not here!

Where could they be then?

Dugu Mingyue’s face shifted, suddenly turning to look towards the peak!

Boom!

Shen Xuan was blasted into the cascading curtain of snow, blood spurting out of him.

Sui Yi and the others, however, could hear a rumbling sound.

Not of collapse, but as if... something was being resurrected!

It was a towering surge of blood energy, skyrocketing up from within that building!

Sui Yi saw the blood and his expression changed again and again until it settled into a chill.

"Blood of three hundred thirty-six boys and girls."

Shen Xuan blandly said, "If you were willing to offer up a bit more Witch Blood, these children would not have had to die..."

My fault, is it?

"The offspring of the Divine Rune revived by such wicked curse arts will not be under your control... Shen Xuan," Sui Yi gazed at him deeply, hearing screams emanating from inside the palace.

Hu Xiao and the others heard it too.

They also saw people running out of the grand gate in panic, weren’t these the priests who usually strutted around arrogantly? As they were directly under Shen Xuan’s jurisdiction, they usually paid little heed to these combatants, but now what?

Scattering in terror like dogs, all because at their heels was a tall, slender, bare-chested man giving chase.

With every step, the priests’ bodies, as if made of tofu, were ripped apart into two, or into many pieces by those elongated, pale fingers...

Piece by piece, step by step. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)