Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 152: Dragon’s Might Descends! Song Tiange Kneels!

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Dragon’s Might Descends! Song Tiange Kneels!

Seeing Lin Xuan attempting to withstand the Blood Lotus head-on, the Bald Elder and the others sneered with disdain.

"This kid really is an idiot," one of them scoffed. "That’s a Secret Technique from the Green Lotus Sword Song, and its power is immense. How could he possibly block it?"

"Just watch. He’s bound to be defeated."

"More than that, his Physique will be pierced through instantly, and the qi and blood in his body will be devoured by the Blood Lotus."

"You foolish thing, fall before me!" Song Tiange laughed triumphantly as he witnessed the scene.

Elder Gu, however, exclaimed in alarm, "Sir, dodge! Don’t try to block it head-on!"

Yet Lin Xuan did not evade. Instead, he swung his fist forward.

It’s over. Elder Gu despaired. The surrounding Martial Artists were so frightened they shut their eyes, not daring to watch any longer. In their minds, Lin Xuan was inevitably going to lose, and his end would be utterly miserable.

Alas, he’s so young, so arrogant and unaware of his own limits. They thought Lin Xuan had become too conceited. Since becoming the Lord Defender, he had started to look down on everyone. But this time, he was truly going to be defeated and suffer a great loss.

Just as they despaired, a Dragon Shadow flew out from Lin Xuan’s fist. It transformed into a gigantic Serpent, coiling in the void with eyes that held infinite majesty. It let out a dragon’s roar as an overwhelming dragon’s might swept forth, descending like the Milky Way from the highest heavens to instantly envelop the Blood Lotus.

The Blood Lotus trembled violently before falling directly to the ground, suppressed with no power to resist.

The Serpent’s head then turned to stare at Song Tiange, unleashing the Voice of the Dragon.

Song Tiange trembled and staggered back several steps as if struck by lightning. Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he instantly fell to his knees. In the face of this dragon’s might, he was powerless to resist.

The other Martial Artists’ expressions changed drastically, and they, too, retreated continuously with ashen faces. Even Grandmasters like Elder Gu and the Bald Elder were dumbfounded. Gazing at the enormous Dragon Soul, they were completely stunned.

Heavens above! What is this? Is that a true Serpent? The aura it’s giving off is terrifying! It’s like a high and mighty Divine Beast looking down upon all of creation.

GULP.

The Bald Elder swallowed hard. Cold sweat beaded on Elder Gu’s forehead. They had never expected Lin Xuan to be this strong, to possess such an Ultimate Skill. It was absolutely incredible.

"That’s the World-Ending Dragon’s Might! You actually know the World-Ending Dragon’s Might? How is this possible?" a middle-aged elder from the Star Pavilion roared frantically. He had seen Chu Zhongtian use this move before. "That’s the ultimate move from the World-Ending Flood Dragon Fist, isn’t it? It’s extremely difficult to cultivate! Even the great Chu Zhongtian took a long time to master it, yet Lin Xuan has already done it! Unbelievable!"

"What? An ultimate move from the Serpent Fist!"

The rest of the crowd was in an uproar. No wonder it was so powerful.

How is this possible? How could it be like this? Song Tiange was the most desperate of all. Blood streamed from his face, a sign of his heavy wounds. More importantly, he was now kneeling. Kneeling before Lin Xuan.

"Damn it! Get up!" he roared frantically, trying to stand. But under the dragon’s might, he was powerless. The immense pressure was like a great mountain pressing down on him.

How can this be happening? Song Tiange’s spirit broke.

Lin Xuan strode forward. The enormous dragon in the sky coiled above his head, showering down waves of dragon’s might. Everything in its path submitted.

Lin Xuan arrived in front of Song Tiange and said, "You have been defeated. Kowtow and apologize."

Song Tiange still tried to struggle. Lin Xuan snorted coldly, and the dragon in the sky roared again. The force struck Song Tiange like a bolt of lightning, causing him to spew a large mouthful of blood and collapse to the ground.

"I concede! I concede!" Song Tiange cried out, terrified. If he continued to resist, his injuries would only worsen. He might even be killed outright. He was finally afraid.

Kneeling on the ground, he kowtowed and begged, "I was wrong! I beg you to spare my life!"

The entire arena was in shock. No one could have imagined that Song Tiange would kneel and beg for mercy. This was a Core Disciple! Chu Zhongtian’s junior brother! A genius who stood high above the rest! But now, he was kneeling on the ground, as insignificant as an ant.

"Hahahaha!" Lin Xuan threw his head back and laughed, his mood soaring. So what if he was Chu Zhongtian’s junior brother? He was still kneeling at his feet.

"Since you have so sincerely begged for mercy, I’ll be magnanimous and spare you this once," Lin Xuan declared. "Scram!"

He sent Song Tiange flying with a kick, then turned and walked off the battlefield. The World-Ending Dragon’s Might above his head slowly dissipated.

"He won!"

"Lord Defender won!"

The surrounding Martial Artists erupted in excited cheers. Elder Gu laughed heartily and started to walk over to congratulate Lin Xuan. But at that very moment, Song Tiange, now some distance away, suddenly lifted his head. His face was twisted with fury, and his eyes were blood-red.

When have I ever suffered such humiliation? I refuse to accept this!

Now that the dragon’s might was gone, he could finally strike back. He took a box from his Storage Ring, pulled out a black lotus, and hurled it at Lin Xuan.

"Brat, go to hell!"

The black petals whistled through the air like a bolt of black lightning. Black snowflakes seemed to materialize in the void where they passed, and a layer of black frost instantly coated the ground. The temperature of the entire martial field dropped dramatically. Everyone shivered, feeling as if they were about to be frozen solid.

"Not good!"

"That’s the Nine Nether Lotus!" Elder Gu’s expression changed drastically. "Dodge!" he shouted, urging Lin Xuan to evade while simultaneously trying to intercept the lotus himself.

But it was too late. The sneak attack was too sudden. No one had time to react.

The lotus was already at Lin Xuan’s back. The chilling aura made the hairs on his body stand on end, and he felt as if the very blood in his veins was about to freeze. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

CRACKLE... CRACKLE...

Black frost appeared on his body, spreading rapidly, threatening to entomb him in a block of ice.

"Oh no!" Elder Gu cried out in alarm.

The others despaired. How could this happen?

The Bald Elder and his companions were stunned for a moment, then their faces lit up with ecstatic joy.

Excellent! That brat is doomed. The Nine Nether Lotus carried an extremely cold power. Once it hit, it could freeze not only a person’s body but also their Spirit Veins and blood. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t withstand it.

The lotus struck Lin Xuan, and in the next instant, he was turned into an ice sculpture.

"Hahahaha! In the end, I’m the one who won!" Song Tiange laughed hideously, immensely pleased with himself. "Make me kneel? Who the hell do you think you are? Go to hell!"

The Lord Defender is dead! The crowd was devastated. Elder Gu was also dumbfounded. How could it end like this? Unless Lin Xuan possessed some extraordinary flames, like the legendary Anomalous Fire, his death was certain. It seemed Lin Xuan had truly fallen. For Elder Gu, it felt as if the sky itself was collapsing.

The elders of Wangyue Pavilion flew into a rage, their eyes instantly turning red. "You dare kill Lin Xuan? Damn you!" They charged toward Song Tiange, intent on killing him.

However, they were intercepted midway by the Bald Elder and his group.

"Get lost!" an elder from Wangyue Pavilion roared, attacking furiously, but his strikes were all blocked by the Bald Elder.

"It’s useless. That brat is already dead. You’re too late," the Bald Elder sneered as he parried the attacks.

Song Tiange was ecstatic. With Lin Xuan dead, he would become the new Lord Defender. This Spirit Vein would ultimately belong to him. He was the final winner.

But just as he was reveling in his triumph, the ice encasing Lin Xuan’s body suddenly emitted a series of crackling sounds. A fissure appeared on its surface.