Chapter 168: Xueheng's Rebirth, the Ultimate Sword Technique: Sakura Full Moon, Slaying the True Dra

Chapter 168: Xueheng's Rebirth, the Ultimate Sword Technique: Sakura Full Moon, Slaying the True Dragon! (4K)



The golden lightning that illuminated the entire borderland lasted for more than half an hour.

After half an hour, the lightning faded, and Xueheng's eyes reflected the current state of the true dragon.

Its body was a size smaller than before, with a withered and shrunken form that lacked the fullness and beauty it once had when it was in better condition. The cherry blossoms on its dragon horns looked slightly withered and yellowed, as if they were about to rot and die at any moment.

The proud and domineering aura that once placed it above all other creatures, transcending the food chain, had also vanished without a trace. There was not even a hint of anger in its dark golden vertical pupils, only visible fatigue.

However, when its gaze fell upon Xueheng, who was standing with his arms crossed, calm and collected, infinite hatred immediately ignited in its vertical pupils.

Then... it turned around and flew away into the distance.

Xueheng was taken aback.

"Hey, it still wants to run?"

"This borderland is so tiny; where does it think it can go? Chase it!"

The reflection in the mirror immediately said.

Xueheng nodded, stepped on the ground, and propelled himself forward. He continuously stepped on the thin black plates formed by Shadowflame in the air, moving at an extremely fast speed as he closed in on the true dragon.

The true dragon was now extremely weak, and its flying speed had slowed down by almost ten times compared to its initial supersonic speed, allowing Xueheng to rapidly close the distance.

"Be careful. It's not running because it thinks it can't beat you, but because it's afraid you still have that 'claw'!"

The mirror figure warned.

"A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Its current combat strength is at least on par with those three guardian dragons. Don't take it lightly!"

Xueheng narrowed his eyes. "Rest assured, I understand."

He touched the Rabbit Slaying Blade at his waist and looked at the true dragon, which was only a few hundred meters away from him. With a step on the black plate below his feet, he activated the Twin Fetus Speed.

"Whoosh—!"

As if a rocket booster had suddenly been attached to his tail, he instantly closed in on the true dragon.

"Hey, where do you think you're running, beast?!"

Xueheng's figure spun twice in the air to gain momentum, drew his blade, and slashed it onto the true dragon's back.

"Screech—"

The blade sank into its body, encountering only slight resistance before smoothly slicing through the bark-like scales and into its flesh, creating a deep wound.

Having already experienced the hellish pain inflicted by the Snake-Slaying Spear Soldier, the true dragon naturally didn't pay much attention to this minor injury.

However, being offended once again by this audacious little bug filled it with hatred and feral rage, causing it to immediately lose its rationality. It no longer cared if its opponent still had that 'foreign object' and stopped in its tracks. With a turn, it extended its claws and swiped at Xueheng like swatting a mosquito.

Xueheng stepped on the thin plate, pushed off from the air, dodging the swipe. Sheathing the Rabbit Slaying Blade, his godly silver-white eyes fixed on the true dragon's claws. He then drew his blade once more and unleashed a flurry of dozens of slashes.

"Screech screech screech screech—"

The flesh on the true dragon's claws was sliced away as if it were being butchered, leaving only the dark golden claw bones.

Xueheng pushed off from the air once more, his body descending. With a flash of his blade, he appeared below the true dragon, and a massive gash tore through its body, from its left shoulder to its right waist.

Dark golden blood gushed out, and the true dragon roared in anger. Its entire body trembled with golden lightning, but the dragon lightning quickly fizzled out before it could even manifest.

In order to deal with the Snake-Slaying Spear Soldier that had pierced its core organ, it had already exhausted most of its dragon lightning.

Left with no other choice, it could only swat at Xueheng like a flak cannon shooting at a mosquito, using its claws, sharp teeth, and long tail to chase the elusive Xueheng.

Even in its extremely weakened state, the true dragon's every move still possessed tremendous attacking power and speed. As a race favored by the heavens, its fundamental physical abilities were not lacking.

However, Xueheng had a small body and an even smaller target. Coupled with his extremely sensitive five senses, exceptional reaction speed, and the ability of Observation • True, which imprinted everything around him in his mind, he was incredibly agile.

He not only perfectly dodged the true dragon's attacks but also frequently counterattacked during the true dragon's offensive gaps, leaving one cut after another on its body.

The two continued their relentless close-quarters battle, attacking each other head-on.

...

On the ground, within a shattered golden plant sphere, Renia opened her eyes, blinking in confusion.

Her eardrums felt like they had burst, and her entire body was covered in scratches and fractures.

But somehow, she seemed to have... survived.

As her eyes gradually cleared, Renia endured the pain and groaned as she struggled to get up, scanning the area around her.

Soon, she spotted her sister, Dottia, lying quietly beside her.

Renia mustered her strength and placed her right hand on Dottia's plump fruit, feeling relieved upon sensing the beating of her heart. A joyful smile appeared on her face.

"Sister... we... we're alive."

She gently pushed Dottia's body, trying to wake her up.

Due to her eardrums being ruptured by the dragon's roar, her hearing had decreased significantly, and she could barely hear her own voice clearly. As a result, she unconsciously raised her voice.

Dottia soon woke up from her coma, roused by Renia's shaking.

The two sisters, overjoyed to see each other alive, embraced tightly, their tears flowing freely.

After a while, the two, their hearing diminished, communicated through a combination of loud speech and hand gestures. They broke free from the golden plant sphere and stepped outside.

"Roar—!!!"

A dragon's roar that shook the borderlands rang out from the distant horizon, loud enough even for the nearly deaf sisters to hear clearly, causing them to look up.

They saw a figure wielding a longsword, locked in a terrifying battle with the formidable Dragon God far above in the sky.

This was a scene completely beyond their comprehension, something entirely outside their realm of understanding.

A mere human was actually holding their own against the Dragon God...?

Moreover, the Dragon God's body was being continuously slashed open by the figure's blade, yet he skillfully evaded every attack, never once being hit.

"He... he's suppressing the Dragon God?"

Dottia covered her mouth in disbelief.

Renia felt a surge of pride and boasted, "Amazing, right? I told you he was strong!"

Dottia: "Huh? What did you say?"

With her eardrums ruptured, she couldn't quite make out what Renia had said.

Renia shouted into her ear, "Sister, let's head back for now. All we can do is wait!"

In response, Dottia nodded and placed her hands on her ample chest, offering a prayer to the sky for the dragon-slaying warrior's safe return.

After one last hopeful glance at Xueheng, the sisters supported each other and limped back towards the Kingdom of Here.

...

Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, nearly five hours had gone by.

The sky gradually darkened as night fell, and a full moon rose majestically.

During those five hours, Xueheng had been engaged in relentless combat with the true dragon.

From above the Roaring Waterfall, their battle gradually shifted to other locations.

Xueheng hadn't noticed at first, but soon realized that the true dragon was guiding the trajectory of their fight.

As they fought, they entered the territory of the three guardian dragons.

However, it soon became apparent that it hadn't received the backup it had expected, and its efforts were in vain.

Xueheng had already eradicated all dragonkind within the borderlands.

The true dragon, now aware that it had fallen into a planned, arranged, and organized trap, went mad with rage. Its hatred surged, and it threw itself fully into the battle with Xueheng.

In the intensely high-intensity combat, Xueheng maintained a state of heightened mental tension. As time wore on, he inevitably made some mistakes, and the true dragon landed several blows.

His physical strength couldn't compare to that of a dragon, and each hit resulted in near-fatal injuries. Fortunately, he could stimulate the flame of life, allowing his body to regenerate at a rapid pace, ensuring his survival as long as he wasn't instantly killed.

However, the life force he expended was very real, and compared to the true dragon, which had been continuously receiving damage for five hours, he was the one who was closer to exhaustion.

"Roar—!!!"

Amidst the roar, the sword light flashed several times, carving a deep, crisscrossed wound on the true dragon's neck and gouging out a large chunk of its flesh. Xueheng paused to catch his breath, evading the true dragon's retaliatory tail swipe. He thought to himself:

"This is troublesome..."

Like the true dragon being unable to use its dragon lightning, his shadowflame was almost entirely depleted, and the nearly thirty seed imprints had also evaporated in the earlier dragon lightning outburst.

All he could rely on now was his martial arts.

However, with his life force nearly exhausted and his stamina struggling to keep up with the prolonged, high-intensity battle, he was gradually falling into a precarious situation.

The figure in the mirror noticed this as well, its small hands clenched tightly together, its expression tense. "Hold on, Xueheng."

"You're almost there. It's all about endurance now. It's also reaching its limit; whoever holds out longer will be the victor!"

As the figure spoke, it glanced at the cherry blossoms entwined around the true dragon's horns.

Unlike the true dragon, which was growing weaker by the moment, the cherry blossoms on its horns, once slightly wilted and yellowed, were now gradually recovering.

"Something's not right," the mirror figure said, its eyes narrowing with concern.

"Xueheng, be careful."

"This pureblood hasn't used its core organ ability even once since the start of this battle!"

"While it's likely because of that 'claw,' we can't let our guard down!"

Upon hearing this, Xueheng's eyes narrowed as he, too, looked at the one thing that seemed amiss—the cherry blossoms on the true dragon's horns.

He quickly stepped forward, his feet tapping on the thin plates, closing in on the true dragon's head. He swung his blade, aiming for the dragon's horns.

The true dragon, which had not evaded any of Xueheng's attacks thus far, suddenly lowered its head, dodging the strike.

Realizing its secret was out, the true dragon roared in anger and unleashed the ability of its core organ, which it had barely managed to recover. The cherry blossoms on its horns began to proliferate, blooming and detaching from the horns to fill the air with an endless sea of petals.

In the blink of an eye, Xueheng found himself facing an infinite floral sea.

Under the pitch-black night sky, illuminated by the full moon, an infinite number of petals engulfed him, the range so vast that he had no chance to dodge.

"Xueheng!!"

The figure in the mirror called out in haste.

Each petal, upon touching Xueheng, began to absorb the little remaining life force from his body, along with his flesh and blood.

The endless petals covered him, and in less than a second, he was reduced to a skeleton, his skin ground to dust and absorbed, even the marrow inside his bones sucked dry, leaving only a fragile framework of bones devoid of any essence.

"It's over, so close yet so far..."

The mirror figure in the bracelet despairingly covered its head with its hands.

With tears in its eyes, it looked at the skeletal remains of the young man and said sadly:

"Xueheng..."

This young man, who was so confident that even facing a pure-blooded dragon didn't faze him, who had meticulously planned out the dragon-slaying strategy, and who had seemed to have everything under control from start to finish, would actually falter at the very end...

Facing a powerful pure-blooded dragon, this seemed like an inevitable and reasonable outcome, but the mirror figure found it hard to accept.

"Roar—!!!"

The dragon roared with unbridled euphoria, a sense of unparalleled elation coursing through its body.

It had never imagined that merely crushing a tiny insect would bring it such immense joy and a sense of accomplishment.

Under the full moon, countless petals drifted around it, and although it was now but a shell of its former self, given time, it could rely on its formidable life force to gradually recover.

Then, it would slaughter every last 'little bug' in the world!

"Roar—!!!"

...

Xueheng had always been curious about what death felt like.

And he had good reason to be curious.

Now, he finally got to experience it for himself.

It felt like an endless fall into a pitch-black abyss, with no end in sight and no sense of anything around him.

It wasn't a big deal, he thought.

Death was merely a unique state of life.

At least, that was the case for him.

With just a thought, he stopped his fall in the endless abyss.

Then, an indescribable yet powerful force pulled him toward the direction of 'light'.

"You—!!!"

The mirror figure was in the midst of despair when it suddenly saw flesh and blood growing on Xueheng's skeletal frame, his body restoring to its handsome youthful form in the blink of an eye.

"Huh? What's this?"

The unexpected turn of events left the mirror figure stunned and unable to process what was happening.

Xueheng opened his eyes, experiencing rebirth for the first time.

On the panel, the name [Twin Fetus] changed from a faint gold to a dull, lusterless black, and an additional prompt appeared.

[Cooldown Time: 59 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 51 seconds]



His entire body was in a perfect state, the flame of life burning vigorously within him, even stronger than it had been at its peak.

The experience of death and rebirth brought a sense of enlightenment that lingered in his heart, vague yet profound.

Under the night sky, with the full moon and cherry blossoms as a backdrop, Xueheng's gaze turned pensive, and a divine, silvery-white hue spread through his irises.

Shadowflame ignited around his body, transforming into a black flame cloak that covered his naked form.

The Rabbit Slaying Blade in his hand trembled uncontrollably, as if overcome with emotion, its breath becoming increasingly rapid.

Xueheng reached out and gently caressed the blade, a hint of sadness in his silver eyes.

"Farewell, Rabbit Slayer. You will forever be with me."

The Rabbit Slaying Blade vibrated gently in response, as if in joy or reluctance to part.

Xueheng slowly raised his head to face the true dragon, whose dragon roar had abruptly ceased, their gazes locking.

Fear of the unknown flickered in its dark golden vertical pupils.

Why—?

The true dragon had lost its nerve. Facing an incomprehensible and indestructible enemy, it was ultimately overcome with fear.

However, its body was frozen, unable to move.

An invisible yet tangible pressure enveloped it, leaving it daring not to budge.

It was as if the God of the Sky had casually waved its hand, deciding on a whim to let it die a tragic death.

Heaven's will was like a knife that could not be defied.

When Heaven decides your end, you can only await death.

It was as if a scene had been cut and edited, for Xueheng suddenly vanished from his original spot and reappeared behind the true dragon.

Along the path between his disappearance and reappearance, a blade light flashed and lingered.

With his back to the dragon, Xueheng's Rabbit Slaying Blade turned to dust, scattering with the wind.

Against the backdrop of the drifting petals and the majestic full moon, Xueheng spoke softly:

"Heavenly Sword Ultimate Art: Sakura Full Moon."

As his words fell, countless wounds burst open on the true dragon's body, and from each wound, blade energy erupted, relentlessly harvesting its remaining life force.

Finally, the true dragon let out a mournful, piercing cry, its broken and battered body falling toward the earth.

Even the beloved child of the sky must return to the embrace of Mother Earth when it meets its end.

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(End of Chapter)

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