715 tacit understanding
For some inexplicable reason, those who had achieved mastery of cultivation seemed to be enveloped by an evil power in the royal city, feeling as if a thin veil had been cast over their minds, making them feel drowsy.
But most people seem to feel nothing at all.
A black aura spread out, and under its oppressive force, people were like ants, their souls slumbering away, and they couldn't help but fall asleep on the spot.
The person who had been peeping through the window closed their eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep, as if they had been exhausted from playing games all night for three days and three nights and had fallen asleep the moment their head hit the pillow.
A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth, and the person who had fallen into a deep sleep could not wake up no matter what!
Black mist spread out, seemingly beginning to seep into the palace from one direction.
The golden dragon aura seemed to have vanished, and the spiritual energy around the royal city rushed in like a deflated balloon.
The black demonic energy cheered even louder, devouring and corrupting the mindless spiritual energy, and instantly becoming stronger. The demonic energy slowly began to enter ordinary people's homes through the windows!
Suddenly, from the direction of the palace, a radiant light burst forth, like a sword descending from the sky, or like a dazzling galaxy, a golden holy light pouring down, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day, as if the darkness had vanished in an instant.
Within that light, it seemed as if countless Confucian scholars' souls were chanting classics, their voices loud and solemn, their power awe-inspiring, instantly transforming into countless variations, swords, sabers, and bows shooting forth, as if countless Confucian and Taoist vanguards were opening up the world and conquering evil spirits.
The people who were in a coma, the people who had fallen into a deep sleep.
Even the waking members of the powerful families had terrifying eyes and uncertain expressions; some seemed to sense something, while others seemed to recall something.
Upon seeing the sacred light of Confucianism and Taoism, everyone felt a sense of relief in their souls, as if a part of the black veil covering their eyes had finally been lifted, and their vision instantly became clear.
Within the holy light, only two opposing figures could be seen; at this moment...
A deafening roar resounded, as if a colossal black dragon had soared into the sky from the depths of the palace. In the holy light, the dragon's scales, formed from black dragon energy, shone with a jet-black sheen, and the black scales seemed as large as a gate.
Its body hovered in the air, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, its claws gleaming, and its aura thick with a dark blackness.
Its scales gleamed with a deep, eerie light, and its eyes were filled with destruction, devastation, and profound loathing, as if black flames were burning within them. The black dragon's roar was like rolling thunder!
It seemed to be saying, 'That hateful holy light, what a disgusting aura it is!'
The Confucian light and the black dragon converged in the air, one side black and the other gold. The two streams of sky were now clearly distinct. As they collided, thunder seemed to rumble, like a storm at sea.
Sun Daru made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent. It was unclear whether he was provoked by Master Shan's words, deeply disappointed and furious, or perhaps his anger reached its peak upon seeing the Golden Dragon gone and the Black Dragon appear.
The Confucian light instantly transformed into countless sharp swords, their clanging sounds like falling meteors. Thousands of sword energies, with overwhelming momentum, locked the black dragon, their sword intent icy and their killing intent boundless.
Like a galaxy hanging upside down, each sword strike carried immense power, piercing towards the black dragon. The black dragon, wielding its enormous claws, its head and body resembling a giant black sword, roared and charged forward, ready to shatter the swords one by one.
Elder Yun, now old, had risen into the air, his knife and gun gleaming in the air.
Upon seeing the area above the palace, a fierce conflict erupted!
A burst of Confucian light suddenly erupted, dazzling and brilliant, containing profound Confucian and Taoist essence, and an extremely terrifying pressure emanated from it.
On the other side, the black dragon roared, no longer concealing itself as black as ink!
One side radiates holy light, the other is as black as ink, brimming with evil and utterly repulsive.
At first glance, conflict erupts!
As the Confucian light shone, the sword energy caused the black dragon's scales to shatter and scatter in all directions, like black blood splattering everywhere. Then, a shrill scream echoed throughout the royal city.
Under the illumination of the Confucian light, its body appeared even more ferocious, yet it could not escape the omnipresent sword energy's punishment. The sword energy followed like a shadow, trying to intercept and kill the black dragon energy on the spot.
Screams continued, but Sun Daru did not stop. The collision of sword energy and dragon claw produced a deafening roar, and the surrounding space trembled.
Golden Confucian energy emanated from the black dragon like flames, and Confucian light shone down from all around, its sacred and pure power directly scorching the dragon energy in the surrounding space.
This space seemed to be controlled by the great scholar Sun.
Immediately, the black dragon energy on the Crown Prince's body could not return and could only slowly and continuously flow out of his body.
Inside the palace, Emperor Qianwu stared intently into the distance, while behind him, two men dressed in black exchanged glances, clearly arguing.
'Sun Daru broke into the palace at night and dared to be so presumptuous! He has no respect for the Holy Emperor or for us! If we join forces, even if it's a relic of the Martial Saint, it cannot be treated with such audacity.'
'A relic of a Martial Saint. Even if the Martial Saint doesn't die from a single blow, the loss will be significant. It's not worth it. I'll wait until I've expended some of my power...'
"The night raid on the palace, the aura of the black dragon is something even the Holy Emperor detests, the eldest prince has made a mistake in this matter."
We will ensure the Crown Prince's survival and await the return of the dragon's power after the Black Dragon's death.
It's not too late for the eldest prince to rebuild!
'But... how can our dignity be so disrespected by a junior? It's an utter disgrace for all time!'
Emperor Qianwu remained calm and emotionless, transmitting his voice indifferently, "The Holy Emperor's agreement with us is to ensure that the palace remains in order. The First Prince was at fault, but it can be rectified."
I just sent a telepathic message, telling Scholar Sun not to harm the prince!
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the old man in black robes was still dissatisfied, but it was not worth it for him to confront the Martial Saint's relics head-on.
The sword energy contained a scholarly light, a wisp like a blade forged through a thousand hammers, and ten thousand rays of light pierced through the black dragon.
The light was like a barrage of arrows, and the black dragon energy, bathed in the glow of the sunset, seemed to be pierced by countless sharp blades at the same time, instantly disintegrating.
The majestic black dragon aura, resembling indestructible black dragon scales, and the incredibly realistic black demonic aura that mimicked a dragon's transformation, began to melt away like black snow.
Dragon energy splashed everywhere, blackening the surrounding air, only to be quickly dissipated by the rosy glow, leaving behind a chilling, fishy stench.
The black dragon's eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment and confusion, brimming with despair and unwillingness. It struggled in all directions, trying to escape, but the binding force of the Confucian aura was shrinking.
The black body gradually became transparent under the glow of the sunset, as if it were being peeled away and dissipated little by little.
With a deafening roar, the black dragon's jet-black body completely collapsed, turning into countless black fragments that were about to dissipate into the rosy light.
Suddenly, a tiny black demonic aura appeared, moving like a vengeful ghost from hell. Its terrifying head was indescribably frightening, and it moved like lightning, trying to return to the Crown Prince's body at lightning speed.
A sudden gust of wind arose!
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