The Steward Demonic Emperor-Chapter 1242: Injuring Three Dragons

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Hu~

The black figure floated into the coming storm.

Bai Long’s eyes shone and he swished his white tail at the heads of the humans below, like a scythe to reap their lives.

Whoosh~

The huge tail unleashed a terrible power, crushing the city’s walls to dust.

Danqing Shen’s group was grave yet didn’t dodge.

Whoosh!

A black light shot out of nowhere and met the tail.

[What?!]

Bai Long felt his huge and all powerful tail come to a halt from something beyond his control. He even felt pain from it.

[What is going…]

Bai Long was shocked, watching as white scales fell down and blood spurted everywhere. Not just the sensitive dragons, but even the humans were overwhelmed by the scent of blood. 

The dragons gasped at Elder Bai’s red tail, “How did it get hurt?”

“Who did that? Get out here, now!”

Bai Long roared with bloodshot eyes.

One strike had him bleeding. It was but a flesh wound, but that was a power neither of the ones below had. 

He couldn’t believe the Luo clan had an even greater expert than these. And by the looks of his wound, he could kill dragon Saints.

Bai Long was grave, with the other two growing tense.

[Just what is the Luo clan? How many experts do they have?]

A light footstep sounded in the stillness, revealing a wicked grin and on the face of an eight-year old.

“Ha-ha-ha, I’m dad’s sword. Cause trouble here and you’ll be leaving in pieces. Dragon Saints sure are amazing, only getting your scales peeled when it should’ve killed you. That’s one tough body.”

“A child?”

Bai Long gaped.

[Did he shoot that sword attack? A damn child harmed me?] 

[Is the Luo clan filled with one freakier monster than the next?]

“Was it you who harmed me?”

“Dragon Saints are strong and renowned in the Sacred Domain. I guess with dad away, I’m the only one in the Luo clan that can harm you guys. Got a problem with that?” 

Sword Child gave a taunting smirk, “Or do you believe that anyone here can hurt you now? What a bummer. Since anyone can kill you, are you worms or dragons? Ha-ha-ha…”

“How dare you!”

Hei Long roared in fury, flicking his tail at Sword Child, “Have a taste of this then! Feel free to dodge, but your town will be no more. Be buried with the rest of them!” 

Hu~

A huge shadow came crashing down, overshadowing the sun.

Sword Child smiled and charged at Hei Long with his right hand shining black, “Then why don’t you try my power? Dragons and sacred beasts aren’t the toughest in the world. I have the strongest body, ha-ha-ha…”

“Apocalyptic Sword!”

Bam!

The oversized black tail clashed with the tiny Sword Child in a glorious explosion. The shockwaves spread everywhere and warped the skies, with the dragons forced back under the pressure.

[What monster is he? How can a child take on Elder Hei Long’s tail?]

[Did he just say he’s dad’s sword? Does that make his dad a god? You’re saying the Luo clan’s true expert hasn’t come out yet?]

The dragons were shocked to the core.

[Have we rushed things by coming here now? How were we supposed to know there was such a mighty faction hiding here?]

Their shock didn’t stop there, watching with bugged eyes as a black figure punched through the huge tail, bearing a wicked grin.

Hei Long howled in pain and anger. 

[Holy hell! He hurt another dragon Saint, and this one’s much worse!]

[How is the kid so strong? It’s harrowing!]

Danqing Shen’s side grinned. Sword Child was something the Sacred Domain had never seen, a Sovereign weapon. The limited cultivation was lacking against a dragon Saint, obvious from the shallow wound his sword strike left.

When it came to sharpness and hardness, he was unmatched even by sacred beasts, let alone some wiggling reptiles. Using his body as a blade, the bloody outcome was more than obvious.

No matter how hard one trained their hands, they couldn’t break a nail.

Danqing Shen’s group sneered at the two wounded dragons.

[Dragons pride themselves on their toughest bodies, but look where that got them, ha-ha-ha…]

Pa!

Sword Child looked smug at his handiwork, but then a shadow loomed over him and he found himself unable to move. 

A red dragon stared down at him and clawed.

Elder Chi Long took advantage of his lapse in judgment to grab him.

Elder Chi Long smirked, “Ha-ha-ha, brat, you’re too cocky. Humans are tricky with their many and strong martial arts, but your bodies are frail. I don’t know what art you pulled to hurt them, but I got you now. I need to just squeeze and you’re paste!”

“What’s holding you?” Sword Child taunted with a raised eyebrow, “Few things can kill me in the world, but squeezing ain’t one of them, he-he-he.” 

The huge dragon eye twitched and Chi Long raged, “You got spunk, so allow me to share with you the feeling of having all your bones crushed.”

Chi Long squeezed hard.

His claw hardly moved even as he strained to make a fist. Something was stopping him from doing it.

“What the hell?”

Chi Long used two claws this time, to no avail.

Sword Child rubbed his chin in a most condescending way, “Old timer, any harder and you’ll be breaking your knuckles. My bones are the toughest there is!”

“Damn brat, don’t get cocky. No matter how tough humans are, they can never reach a dragon’s level!” Chi Long couldn’t accept it, squeezing with more strength.

The rest just stared. Sword Child yawned, feeling no pain at all. He found it more amusing to give the straining dragon a taunting look.

After having enough of trying, Chi Long huffed and relaxed his grip, knowing how futile it all was.

Sword Child’s eyes shone with bloodlust.

“Chi Long!”

Bai Long cried out.

A black sword wave shot through the red claw and showered the skies in blood.

Four large rough talons rumbled as they landed on the ground.

Chi Long wailed like a banshee. Sword Child flew up and laughed, “I told you so, old timer. Now you broke your fingers.”