Mighty Dragon Force!

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With renewed morale and momentum, the Nine Dragons sect would not collapse, at the very least.

Curiosity piqued, Li Zeren couldn’t help but glance toward the Nine Dragons sect, wondering what kind of shocking move his son-in-law was executing. It was impossible to extract the dragon corpse, but perhaps something more sinister and effective was at play?

At the foot of the mountain, Song Ya and Feng Xigu roared simultaneously. The two furious fifth-level bone pattern realm warriors led the charge and pierced through the poisonous fog.

“Thieves, come and die!” shouted Li Zeren, frowning as his body trembled. His green and white robe instantly shattered, revealing the thick armor underneath. They were all treasured weapons. “Let me experience your techniques!”

Li Zeren, like a heavy cannon, dove down the mountain alongside the second master of the Li family, Li Zewu. Donning a set of treasured armor, both of them attacked side by side.

Having studied the dragon corpse for the past two months, Li Zewu had accumulated a vast amount of resources. After a long drought, the dew finally arrived, compensating for previous financial constraints. Just the day before, he had broken through to the fourth-level bone pattern realm.

On the other side of Nine Dragons Mountain, Ji Yuan and Zou Shuang weren’t as formidable as Song Ya and Feng Xigu. Dozens of their subordinates stepped forward, standing where the poisonous fog spread.

They opened their bloodied mouths, their muscles tearing from the corners of their mouths to the back of their heads. They inhaled deeply, like bottomless black holes, sucking the surrounding poisonous fog into their stomachs.

However, their bodies began turning black, spreading from their necks to their feet. The obsidian-like sheen was glaring. Once their bodies turned entirely black, these beings fell to the ground. It was evident that the poisonous fog had been absorbed into their flesh, purging the area.

The horrifying scene terrified many Nine Dragons sect disciples, who had never witnessed such strange beings. However, in the Sacred Heart sect, many martial artists had forms that deviated significantly from the human form. People like Six Fingers and Fatty were considered relatively normal.

“Kill them quickly!” roared Li Shaoxiang. She already had a spear in her hand, and she shot it out from the top of the mountain with all her might. A cold light suddenly cut through the sky.

Hundreds of meters away, the spear accurately pierced the forehead of a creature that had inhaled the poisonous fog. The terrifying force sent the round body, weighing hundreds of kilograms, flying.

After plowing dozens of meters on the ground, it was firmly fixed to a large tree. The tree hummed and wailed as if complaining about a terrifying force.

Li Shaoxiang, dressed in a red dress, stood at the top of the mountain, resembling a red-robed overlord. There was one thing she had never told her husband: in the Nine Dragons sect blood refinement realm, the strongest person was not his cousin Li Buhu, but herLi Shaoxiang.

This was the case when she left the Nine Dragons sect at the age of fourteen, and now, it was the same.

After receiving the second spear, Li Shaoxiang wiped the spearhead on her embroidered dress. The poison her husband had prepared for her saturated the red fabric. The poison could greatly refine blood, and if the spear was contaminated with it, a single touch could prove fatal.

Beneath her red dress, Li Shaoxiang wore tight armor. The second spear sliced through the air, its strength undiminished as she launched it. “Kill them!”

“Your strength is even stronger than before, Sister,” remarked a handsome young man standing beside her. He was the only genius in the bone pattern realm of the Li family’s second branch, Li Xiao.

“Please don’t tell my husband about this matter,” Li Shaoxiang said, a sweet smile on her face. However, Li Xiao suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. “Hahaha… I definitely won’t tell anyone in this lifetime!” Li Xiao laughed loudly, leading the charge as he swooped down. Dozens of Nine Dragons sect disciples followed closely behind.

“Kill them!” Zou Shuang saw that more than half of the poisonous fog on the mountain had been absorbed.

The Sacred Heart disciples, resembling walking corpses, charged up the mountain like unleashed wild horses. A shocking battle was about to unfold!

Li Shaoxiang stood at the mountain’s peak, rows of spears at her feet. She wielded them in both hands, launching them down the mountain like a continuous heavy crossbow.

Each spear, powered by Li Shaoxiang’s terrifying strength, cut down several enemies. She fought relentlessly until there were no spears left.

Momentarily stunned, she moved to the side of a tree and uprooted it with a single, powerful tug. “I’m Madam Tianming!” she declared, her eyes ablaze as she charged toward the battlefield at the foot of the mountain.

Wielding the eight-meter-long tree, Li Shaoxiang swept it across the battlefield with astonishing combat technique. For a moment, she was invincible. Clad in her bright red poisonous dress and brandishing the lengthy wooden weapon, there was no one like her.

“Little beauty! Die!” A slender figure descended from the sky, contorting their body mid-air to dodge Li Shaoxiang’s swift and brutal attacks.

Li Shaoxiang rubbed her red dress against the end of the wooden stick and spun around. The end of the long wood transformed into a spearhead, which she thrust forward.

A sudden sharp wind sound came from behind, and Li Shaoxiang, shocked and unprepared, hurriedly used her arm to block the incoming attack. She glanced at it from the corner of her eyea treasured sword was slashing down.

Realizing her arm was about to break, Li Shaoxiang gritted her teeth, prepared to sacrifice her limb for her life.

A dazzling golden light forced her to close her eyes subconsciously. When she opened them, she saw a handsome young man bathed in golden light blocking the attack.

“Sister-in-law, I arrived just in time, right?” Ge Youqian looked at the treasured sword with disdain. “A broken artifact like you has dirtied my treasured armor.”

He shook his body, sending vibrations through seven or eight forces that emitted a buzzing sound. The broken treasured saber shattered on the spot. Almost simultaneously, a pitch-black spear pierced the skull of the bone pattern realm warrior.

“Just nice.” A cold-faced figure descended from the sky, his sturdy body akin to a small mountain as he crashed onto the battlefield.