Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 620 - 286: Ten Thousand Year Scheme, Two-Tier Reversal (6300 words)_2

Chapter 620: Chapter 286: Ten Thousand Year Scheme, Two-Tier Reversal (6300 words)_2

Yu Xiaolong didn’t hold back, tossing up pile after pile of treasures and detonating them directly. He even threw out a few Holy Artifacts. The power of the explosions was astonishing, unleashing destructive shockwaves.

All of this happened in an instant. A vast number of Magical Treasures and Divine Skills rained down upon the "Dragon Emperor."

Both Zhao Qingyu and Ao Canghai were among the top prodigies of the Nine Heavens Realm. Fighting opponents of a higher cultivation level was second nature to them, and each had their own trump cards. Even though the "Dragon Emperor’s" demonstrated Cultivation Level far exceeded theirs, rivaling that of a veteran early-stage Saint Manifestation expert, they were not suppressed. On the contrary, the more they fought, the fiercer they became, forcing the "Dragon Emperor" into a constant, pathetic retreat.

But they soon discovered the problem: the surging Demonic Qi, along with countless invisible and intangible energies in the air, could rapidly heal the "Dragon Emperor’s" injuries. They were unable to inflict any substantial damage on it, let alone completely annihilate it.

"Hahaha, you think you can kill me?"

"I am the undying, the immortal Dragon Emperor!"

[Ding]

[Nearby bragging detected. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +8,888!]

"Submit now, and I can let this all go! But if you wait until I change my mind, all that awaits you is the Infinite Hell—a fate worse than death! Not even all the gods and buddhas of the heavens could save you then!"

[Ding]

[Nearby bragging detected. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +8,888!]

"All talk."

At that moment, Wang Xiu raised his hand and grasped at the air.

Grasp of the Netherworld!

An endless, profound light surged forth, transforming into a boundless giant hand. Within it, sun, moon, and stars revolved, a mysterious and heart-stopping sight. It was like a world held within a palm. Endless mist spread from within, reminiscent of the legendary Netherworld itself—cold, terrifying, and infinitely vast. It was a dreadful sight that chilled one’s very Divine Soul and inspired mortal fear.

RATTLE! RATTLE!

Countless chains emerged from the mist. They resembled Order Chains, or perhaps the very rules that governed life and death. Glimmering with the radiance of law, they coiled tightly around the "Dragon Emperor’s" body.

Its pupils contracted, and a look of unprecedented fear appeared on its face.

"What... what is this thing?"

It struggled desperately, its Demonic Qi churning as it transformed—one moment into a True Dragon, the next a True Phoenix, then a Kylin, and even a Bi An.

But the chains only grew tighter, dragging it down, down into the depths of Infinite Hell.

The Ming Emperor’s Prison Sutra. It was the perfect counter to all such demons and ghouls!

An unprecedented terror filled its heart.

"No... you can’t do this! I am the supreme emperor!"

"This karma is more than you can bear!"

"Let me go... I can grant you anything you desire, anything in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths..."

[Ding]

[Nearby bragging detected. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +8,888!]

By the end, its voice was filled with pleas. But it was all for naught.

Wang Xiu showed no mercy and retracted his hand.

All the strange phenomena between heaven and earth dissipated, as if nothing had ever happened.

***

"What just... happened?" Han Yi landed on the ground, looking somewhat bewildered, as if he had just woken from a dream.

Ao Canghai and the others stared blankly at Wang Xiu. That single palm strike had been too astonishing, as if it were the hand of the Ming Emperor himself, capable of suppressing everything in existence with a single move. Their gazes were complex, a mixture of shock and disbelief. Even Zhao Qingyu’s beautiful eyes held an unrestrainable surprise.

They all knew Wang Xiu was no ordinary person; with his exceptional talent, his strength was perhaps no less than their own. But now it was clear that the power the young man had shown before was merely the tip of the iceberg. It was hard to imagine that such a prodigy came from the Ten Lands.

"We can’t see through him... not at all." The few prodigies, blood still at the corners of their mouths, exchanged glances and shook their heads with wry smiles. They realized their previous judgment of Wang Xiu had been deeply flawed.

Only Yu Xiaolong came over laughing. He clapped Wang Xiu on the shoulder and boomed, "That’s my brother for you! Hahaha, absolutely badass!"

As he spoke, he noticed Meng Ran frowning with a puzzled expression. "Hey, what’s on your mind?" Yu Xiaolong couldn’t help but ask.

Meng Ran stroked his chin. "I’m thinking about that thing. At the end, the techniques it displayed weren’t just from the Dragon Clan. It seemed to use abilities from all the major Ancient Clans, like some kind of patchwork creature... What exactly was it?"

Yu Xiaolong laughed. "Hah, didn’t my brother say so before? It’s just some hybrid. A massive war broke out on Longhuang Island back then, right? Experts from all clans fell, leaving behind countless remnant souls, Essence Blood, and resentment. Maybe that thing was just a monster patched together from all that! Right, Brother Wang?"

The next moment, however, his laughter died. There wasn’t a trace of a smile on Wang Xiu’s face. Instead, his gaze was fixed solemnly on the depths of the Dragon Emperor’s bedchambers, showing none of the joy one would expect after slaying the "Dragon Emperor."

Meng Ran noticed Wang Xiu’s expression and quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Wang Xiu didn’t answer, but no one else asked.

There was no need.

In that instant, they all understood.

Together, they turned to look toward the depths of the palace, their eyes filling with profound shock and terror.

BOOM!

The vast palace split in two down the middle. Countless ancient trees and blocks of green stone disintegrated into dust, filling the air.

At the far end of the world, a fog the color of Chaos swirled. Time and space themselves seemed to warp within it.

A figure stood within that twisted space-time, hands clasped behind his back.

He was clothed in a black dragon robe, and his eyes swirled with black and white light, reflecting the motion of the universe itself.