Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 365 Emperor Tian's Defeat, Silver Dragon King in Hasty Hiding

Di Tian's enormous golden-eyed black dragon true form was now like a shattered dark cloud, rapidly falling from the sky, which was torn apart by the energy storm.

Dragon blood rained down like a torrential downpour, each drop incredibly heavy, striking the ground and creating shallow craters with a hissing sound.

His once indestructible black dragon scales were now shattered and rolled up in large areas, revealing terrifying wounds beneath, blurry and even faintly visible dark gold bones.

Especially horrifying was the huge wound on his chest that almost cleaved him in two.

At the edge, terrifying energy interwoven with dark red, ice blue, and crimson gold remained, constantly eroding his life force and preventing his powerful self-healing ability from functioning.

Di Tian was defeated.

Completely defeated.

The core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest was shrouded in deathly silence.

The aftershocks of that devastating collision had not yet completely subsided; the wind was still howling, and the remains of uprooted ancient trees and churning mud were everywhere.

The waters of the Lake of Life are murky and the water level has dropped significantly, leaving the shoreline in a state of disarray.

But all of this pales in comparison to the immense impact of the dying dragon's body, which was about to crash onto the edge of the lake.

All the soul beasts that sensed this scene, even those over ten thousand years old, instinctively felt immense fear and disbelief welling up from the depths of their souls.

Di Tian... has been defeated?
That supreme overlord, who stood like a guardian deity at the top of the Star Dou Great Forest for nearly a million years, making even human titled Douluo dare not easily set foot in the core area!

They actually... were defeated by a human?

How can this be? !
Countless soul beasts, some strong and some weak, trembled and intertwined in fear in the air, yet dared not approach in the slightest.

"Ditian!"

Two plaintive and anxious cries rang out almost simultaneously.

A streak of emerald green light and a shadowy purple figure burst forth from their hiding place with incredible speed, tearing through the air.

It's Princess Green and Princess Purple.

Brigitte's usually gentle and serene face was now filled with panic and heartache, and there were even tears in the corners of her eyes.

She practically lunged at the giant dragon head of the Emperor, her hands instantly radiating an incomparably powerful emerald light.

That was the purest life energy, surging towards Di Tian's terrible wounds like a warm ocean, trying to stop the loss of life.

Zi Ji looked even more disheveled. She had been injured by Yu Xiaolie earlier, and the wound on the dragon's tail was still throbbing, but she couldn't care less about it.

She desperately used her body to brace against the base of Di Tian's limp dragon wings, trying to help him maintain his posture. Her beautiful face was deathly pale as she looked at the shocking wounds on Di Tian's body, her purple eyes filled with fear and a deep sense of powerlessness.

The two ferocious beasts exerted all their strength to barely support Di Tian's incredibly heavy dragon body, allowing him to land slowly and less disheveled, with a muffled thud that made the earth tremble once again.

The healing light of the emerald swan continued to fall, fiercely resisting the remaining destructive energy, emitting a faint "hissing" sound, but with little effect.

Di Tian's injuries were too severe. They were not only physical injuries, but also contained destructive power at the level of laws, as well as the impact of the Dragon Emperor's pressure on his origin.

at the same time.

Deep within the Lake of Life lies a tranquil place that even the Emperor Tian dares not easily disturb.

A pair of tightly closed eyes, as pure as the purest amethyst, suddenly opened.

A flicker of shock flashed deep in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by extreme solemnity and vigilance.

"Di Tian... he actually lost? That power... was it the Dragon Emperor? No... it seemed so, but it was at an extremely high level... and there was also the divine power of the Asura..."

A faint, weak voice echoed from the bottom of the lake, filled with disbelief.

She could clearly perceive everything happening above.

Di Tian was critically injured, Bi Ji and Zi Ji were terrified, and the unfathomable, terrifying aura emanating from the human who descended to the ground seemed to be a fusion of multiple supreme laws.

In particular, the aura of the Dragon Emperor caused her to feel a strange tremor deep in her soul.

There was even... a very faint sense of familiarity that she had forcibly suppressed?
But now is not the time to investigate.

She is in extremely poor condition; her old injuries have not healed at all, and she has lost only one-tenth of her strength.

In his prime, he might have been fearless, but now... he absolutely could not confront that human who was at his peak and had just defeated Di Tian! He hesitated almost without a second thought.

Deep within the lake, the enormous silver dragon's true form emitted a soft light, rapidly shrinking and changing.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman with a long silver dress, a graceful figure, long silver hair, and purple eyes.

It was the human form of the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena.

She forcefully suppressed the surge of blood and qi caused by the injury aggravated by the forced transformation. Without pausing, her figure became blurred and illusory, like moonlight merging into water, completely concealing all her aura and fluctuations.

She silently slipped away to the deepest part of the lake, to her most secret hiding place, which she had prepared long ago.

We must first hide ourselves, recover our strength, and then plan our next move.

This human is too dangerous; his motives are unclear. We must not expose ourselves at this moment.

Gu Yuena felt that her analysis was very reasonable!

……

On the lake shore.

Yu Xiaolie slowly descended from the back of the Black Nether Dragon, his boots landing on the muddy and messy ground.

His black robe was somewhat torn, his face was slightly pale, and his breathing was much more rapid than usual.

Fighting a powerhouse of Di Tian's caliber with all one's might would be extremely taxing.

He was not unscathed either. His blood and qi were churning, his internal organs were burning, his meridians were aching from bearing the excessive power of the raging Chaos Dragon Emperor, and his soul power was almost depleted.

But his posture remained upright like a pine tree, and his eyes were calm and deep.

Behind him, the enormous and majestic phantom of the Dragon Emperor did not immediately dissipate. Although it was somewhat fainter than before, it remained incredibly solid.

It hovered silently, its dragon eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe, indifferently looking down at the heavily injured Di Tian, ​​Bi Ji, and Zi Ji below.

An invisible pressure caused Brigitte's healing light to dim and waver, making Ziji tremble and not even dare to lift her head.

Di Tian's enormous dragon head moved with difficulty, its golden vertical pupils already somewhat blurred, yet still stubbornly focused on Yu Xiaolie.

He looked at Yu Xiaolie, then at the awe-inspiring phantom of the Dragon Emperor behind him. As the dragon's jaws opened and closed, what overflowed was no longer the furious dragon flames, but a scorching stream of air carrying a strong bloody stench.

His voice became extremely hoarse and low, each word sounding as if he had used up his last bit of strength, yet carrying a kingly pride and resolve:
"Cough... Defeated... Defeated by... the true power of the Dragon Emperor... I, Di Tian... die without regret..."

"Human... what's your name?"

Emperor Tian sincerely admired Yu Xiaolie for cultivating the Dragon Emperor Martial Soul to such a state.

Although he stood on the opposite side of the soul beasts and killed many soul beasts that were over 100,000 years old, it must be admitted that he was another worthy opponent.

Yu Xiaolie stood before Di Tian, ​​let out a long sigh, and replied briefly, "Yu Xiaolie!"

"Yu Xiaolie..."

Di Tian repeated the name, and at this moment, he seemed to have found some relief.

He was thrilled to have an opponent he could fight with all his might.

The enormous dragon eyes turned, struggling to look at Bi Ji, whose face was pale from fear and desperate treatment, and Zi Ji, who was supporting him with her body and whose eyes were full of despair.

"Yu Xiaolie... I can give you my soul rings... and soul bones..."

Di Tian gasped for breath, uttering these words as if all his dignity had been exhausted, yet his resolve was unwavering: "I only beg you... to spare them..."

This is almost the greatest concession and the most humble request a hegemon can make.

However, Yu Xiaolie's reaction surprised everyone.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow; he simply spoke, his voice calm and even, yet carrying a convincing quality:

"I have no intention of taking your spirit rings and spirit bones."

(End of this chapter)