Douluo Dalu II: The Peerless Tang Sect

Chapter 383 Divine Artifacts Appear! The Scythe of the Dead! The Sword of the God of Fire!

The Azure Dragon's massive body occupied most of the battlefield. Its two horns would occasionally unleash bolts of azure lightning. The power of the lightning was so great that those on Zhu Ziyang's side who still had fighting ability had to dodge in a sorry state. However, while the Azure Dragon was releasing lightning, its dragon form and tail were also attacking in sync.

His dragon claws are extremely sharp, and his dragon tail is extremely strong. Either of them, if it attacks an enemy, is enough to immediately injure or even kill them.

"Ice Azure Dragon!" Zhu Ziyang held the Ice Dragon King Spear and unleashed the full power of extreme ice. A frost dragon over a hundred meters long appeared behind him. Following the tip of Zhu Ziyang's spear, it resembled a real giant dragon, releasing a barrage of ice spikes and dragon breath towards the Azure Dragon.

The Azure Dragon was quite surprised to see the ice dragon, which was about the same size as itself. He could feel that the aura emanating from the ice dragon was extraordinary. Judging from the strength of its bloodline alone, he was inferior to it. Unfortunately, he was already a divine dragon, while it was just a remnant soul.

Thinking this, the Azure Dragon moved swiftly. It bared its teeth and claws, stood upright, and exposed its jaw and abdomen to everyone. Its mouth swelled, and azure lightning rapidly accumulated in the air, instantly forming a huge ball of lightning. With a swing of its head, the ball of lightning flew towards Zhu Ziyang.

Seeing this, Zhu Ziyang remained calm. A silver gleam flashed in his eyes, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, the Ice Azure Dragon behind him charged towards the Azure Dragon. Zhu Ziyang himself appeared above the Azure Dragon's head. The World-Soothing Scythe in his hand had turned from gold to black. A long, endless black river appeared beneath his feet, dotted with striking white flowers that drifted along the current.

The black river is like an abyss, resembling the River Styx, while the white flower is pure and immaculate, like salvation.

Jing Shi Xiu Ming Sickle, Eighth Soul Skill, Xiu Ming: Styx Beyond the River Styx!

The freeze of time had no effect on the god-level Azure Dragon. He was only momentarily stunned before regaining his senses. With a thought, the lightning ball caught up with the Ice Azure Dragon. The lightning and ice collided violently in an instant, and the Azure Dragon raised his head, looking directly at Zhu Ziyang above him.

At this moment, Zhu Ziyang's eighth soul skill was fully formed. The Styx River and the other shore flower intertwined, falling from the ninth heaven towards the Azure Dragon.

"Roar!" The Azure Dragon let out a roar, and then its body suddenly sprang up. It charged towards the other side of Zhu Ziyang's River Styx, seemingly not taking Zhu Ziyang's eighth soul skill seriously at all. Its huge head smashed the River Styx directly, and the dense aura of death corroded its flesh along its dragon scales. Apart from a few scales falling off its forehead, it seemed to be not greatly damaged.

The Azure Dragon opened its mouth wide, seemingly intending to swallow Zhu Ziyang whole.

Zhu Ziyang narrowed his eyes. He had actually managed to shatter Zhu Ziyang's eighth soul skill with his bare hands. His god-level physical body was indeed not to be underestimated. Seeing the Azure Dragon's massive jaws descending, Zhu Ziyang wielded the World-Soothing Scythe and slashed down fiercely. The scythe blade struck the dragon's lips, and he used the momentum to leap away from the dragon's mouth.

"This is impossible!" The dragon's eyes widened suddenly because his lips were injured. This was just from the kid's follow-up attack. This shouldn't be the case. He is a god. How could an ordinary martial soul hurt him!

"Oh ho!" Zhu Ziyang was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that his casual strike would actually make the other party bleed. You know, before, when everyone attacked together, they couldn't cause any real damage to Niu Tian. What happened this time?

He glanced at the World-Soothing Scythe, then at the enraged Azure Dragon, and seemed to understand the reason. His World-Soothing Scythe wasn't just a simple martial soul; it had absorbed and fused with the Death God's artifact, the Scythe of the Dead. Calling it a divine artifact wouldn't be an exaggeration. Clearly, what harmed the Azure Dragon wasn't the World-Soothing Scythe itself, but rather the incomplete fusion with the Scythe of the Dead that the World-Soothing Scythe had absorbed!

Upon understanding this information, Zhu Ziyang revealed a meaningful smile. The Azure Dragon opposite him seemed to realize that the weapon in Zhu Ziyang's hand was extraordinary. As a result, its body quickly shrank and finally returned to human form, except that it had an extra layer of blue dragon scale armor on its body and a pair of dragon horns on its forehead, making it look heroic and extraordinary.

"I thought I valued you enough, but I underestimated you," Niu Tian said. "You've already obtained a divine artifact; it seems you're not far from becoming a true god. What a pity..."

As Niu Tian spoke, his aura changed once again. This time, Zhu Ziyang felt the entire world become viscous, as if he were sinking into a pool of mud, making it difficult to move. A cyan longsword appeared in Niu Tian's hand. The sword emitted a radiant glow, and the sharpness of the blade had materialized. Clearly, this was a divine weapon.

With the appearance of this divine sword, Niu Tian's temperament also became sharper. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he lunged at Zhu Ziyang.

Zhu Ziyang's expression was extremely grave. He knew that Niu Tian was now even more difficult to deal with, and his companions were all imprisoned by Niu Tian's Slow Domain. Even Ma Xiaotao, who was closest to him, was more than ten meters away. Such a distance would normally be insignificant, but within a god-level Slow Domain, ten meters was equivalent to a thousand meters!

As the longsword thrust forward, Zhu Ziyang immediately raised his Life-Saving Scythe to block it. Niu Tian immediately sheathed his sword and then slashed downwards. Zhu Ziyang parried with his scythe, the longsword clashing against the scythe handle with a clanging sound. Niu Tian exerted force with his sword-wielding hand, while his other hand gathered lightning, striking towards Zhu Ziyang's chest.

Zhu Ziyang immediately crouched down, deflecting the immense force from the Jing Shi Xiu Ming Scythe, and kicked out, aiming for Niu Tian's groin. Seeing this, Niu Tian didn't try to dodge; instead, he charged forward, his longsword thrusting towards Zhu Ziyang's back.

Seeing this, Zhu Ziyang was helpless. His eyes flashed, and he instantly appeared a hundred meters away. Why not go to Ma Xiaotao or Xue Di and Bing Di's side? They were deeply affected by the Slow Domain and moved slowly. If Zhu Ziyang ran towards them, not only would he not be able to help himself, but he would also bring danger to them. This was not a wise choice.

Seeing Zhu Ziyang retreat, Niu Tian immediately pressed his advantage, first unleashing several bolts of lightning in an attempt to slow Zhu Ziyang's movements, then wielding his longsword and continuing his attack. Zhu Ziyang used his soul skills to maneuver around Niu Tian while slowly retreating, waiting for an opportunity.

He has the means to kill Niu Tian, ​​but only if he can ensure that he hits Niu Tian; otherwise, it will be useless.

On the other side, in Ma Xiaotao's eyes, Zhu Ziyang was being forced back step by step by Niu Tian, ​​and he had already suffered many injuries. It seemed that he was about to give up. She was extremely anxious. In her Martial Soul True Body state, she used her most powerful ninth soul skill one after another, but she still could not get rid of the effect of the slowing field. At most, the speed was reduced from 0.5 times to 0.75 times, which still had no impact on the situation on the battlefield.

A resolute and decisive glint flashed in the fire phoenix's eyes. She immediately reverted to human form, closed her eyes, and calmed her emotions. Then, she suddenly opened her eyes, and a crimson-gold sword appeared in her hand. The sword was bound by its scabbard, revealing its true form, but it was Ma Xiaotao's only hope at this moment.

"Get out here, you bastard!" Ma Xiaotao gripped the sword hilt tightly with her right hand and the scabbard tightly with her left. She exerted force with both hands to the sides at the same time, and the veins on her jade hands bulged. Golden flames rose from the sword and quickly ignited Ma Xiaotao's hands. The temperature of the flames was extremely high, and the surrounding air was even ignited. Although Ma Xiaotao was a master of extreme fire, she was still no match for such divine fire.

Her hands were burned instantly, the bright red flesh exposed to the flames, making the golden flames even more intense. They spread from her hands to her arms, and it was foreseeable that if Ma Xiaotao did not let go, the golden flames would definitely spread to her entire body.

However, Ma Xiaotao didn't care at all. Her pretty face was filled with determination and fearlessness, her eyes held a domineering air of facing death, and there was also a face that reassured her. Her hands had turned into bare white bones, and golden flames had burned away her flesh and blood, but the white bone hands were still exerting force, and growing larger and larger.

Finally, the Fire God Sword revealed a small part of its blade, but most of it was still hidden in its scabbard. However, this was enough to make Ma Xiaotao happy. Ignoring the golden flames that were almost burning up to her shoulders, she still tried her best to pull out the Fire God Sword.

The Vulcan Sword suddenly began to tremble violently. Whether it was moved by Ma Xiaotao's perseverance or angered by her act of drawing the sword, the hilt and scabbard began to shake violently, causing Ma Xiaotao's figure to sway.

She remained oblivious, the sweat on her face instantly turning into wisps of smoke. Her complexion was unusually flushed, and her eyes remained resolute, yet there was a hint of confusion within that resolve—a sign that she was about to lose consciousness.

"Zheng—"

A crisp, clear sword sound rang out, simultaneously attracting the attention of Zhu Ziyang and Niu Tian. The two looked over and saw Ma Xiaotao holding a strangely shaped longsword. One side of the blade was red, while the other side was surprisingly blue. However, compared to the sword, Ma Xiaotao's appearance attracted Zhu Ziyang's heart even more. Her arms were nothing but bare white bones, and white flames were burning on her shoulders. Her pretty face was filled with a deep sense of exhaustion and joy, which made Zhu Ziyang feel a pang of pain in his heart.

Ma Xiaotao succeeded; she pulled out the Vulcan Sword. Although she was in very poor condition, the existence of the Vulcan Sword still made Niu Tian feel surprised and wary.

(End of this chapter)