Chapter 1742: Give Me The Sword

"Roar!" The Vermillion Dragon was also an illusion formed by the shining bright light.

Riding on the beast was a man covered in red dragon scales, holding a familiar red longsword.

"Zhufeng..." Ling Qingfeng cried in terror. "You were right! They have an elite who is at the same rank as our grandfather! Their trump card is the same grade as ours... What should we do..."

"Let's watch first..." Chen Xiaobei said. "If the Dragon Emperor finds himself in a tight corner, I will go and help him!"

Ling Qingfeng nodded, slightly relieved. Less so were the other Divine Dragon imperial family members, who raised their brows in doubt. How could a greenhorn like Chen Xiaobei be of any help to their Emperor?

Although it was true that Chen Xiaobei had bought and brought the Green Dragon's sword fragment back to them, that was merely proof of Chen Xiaobei's wealth and not his abilities.

Rumble!

The Vermillion Dragon and the Green Dragon collided, claws slashing at each other. It was utter madness.

Each time they struck, a wave of energy would explode.

The whole space would tremble. A huge burst of wind would blow which sent the four thousand remaining soldiers falling backward. Half of the sky flashed in red, and the other green.

The two dragons wrestled mid-air, while on the ground, the Dragon Emperor's green sword pounded against the enemy's vermillion dragon sword.

Clink!

Clink!

Clink!

Both of them were at the pinnacle phase of God-Ascension cultivation, extremely fast and ridiculously powerful!

Each time their blades met, a piercing noise broke out, ringing echoes in the air.

It seemed that every second, their swords would clash at least a hundred times.

Although exchanging thousands of blows within such a short time, it did not look as if any side was gaining an edge over the other.

It was a 50/50 struggle!

The dragon kings began to discuss among themselves.

"It looks like the enemy's strength is also about Three-star Earth-God..."

"If his strength is equal to father's, this will be another tie again!"

The young princes nodded. "It looks like we'll have to wait until the enemy's Spiritual Qi runs out and he has to take a break in the middle of the battle! It's impossible to completely defeat the enemy!"

"No!" Ling Qingfeng joined in. "Look carefully! Grandfather doesn't look so good. His forehead is beaded with cold sweat, and his movements are slowing down..."

"Oh no!" The dragon kings cried anxiously. "The Green Dragon sword is continuously operating, so it needs to keep drawing blood from father! They've been fighting for a long time... Father would have lost a lot of blood by now..."

The princes were also anxiously murmuring. "Look at that vermillion dragon elite! He's supplying the blood essence offering to his sword from his storage bracelet!"

"I get it now!" Ling Qingfeng gasped. "Zhufeng is right again! This vermillion dragon elite did not appear for the past month because he was accumulating his blood essence!"

The dragon kings added, "The enemy stored his blood in the storage bracelet so that he won't need to use blood during the fight! Although they are fighting with the same combat power, father is getting weaker and weaker!"

The princes began to panic. "Grandfather just keeps losing blood. He won't last another few more rounds..."

"Zhufeng! Didn't you say that you know what to do? Hurry up then! Help my grandfather..." Ling Qingfeng's eyes were wide with fear. All of her hope was on Chen Xiaobei. She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and screamed, "Where is Zhufeng? Wasn't he right next to me a minute ago? Where did he suddenly disappear to?"

"We were all busy watching the battle. No one was paying attention..." The princes shook their heads. "But what's the point of finding him? How could he help? Don't make things worse than it already is for grandfather!"

"Hang on... I see him! He's over there!" One of the dragon kings shouted. "He went there while we were busy discussing the battle!"

"Where? Why can't we see him?" Ling Qingfeng and the other princes had trouble catching a glimpse of Chen Xiaobei.

"Wow! No wonder there. He's so fast!" The other dragon kings exclaimed. "He's standing on a red and yellow thing. He's so fast that even we could not see him!"

"Red and yellow thing?" Ling Qingfeng repeated. "Oh! I know! That's Zhufeng's Spiritual Beast! Vermillion Phoenix's Giant Barbarian Tiger!"

"What?!" Everyone said at once. "Little Seventeen, are you serious? That kid... no... that Childe Chen really made a Giant Barbaric Tiger his Spiritual Beast? But that's an Earth-God level super beast!"

"You're looking at it with your own eyes! I don't have to explain to you!" Ling Qingfeng said. "I already told you that Zhufeng is no ordinary person! If he says he can do it, then he can!"

Again, the Divine Dragon kings and princes were filled with awe. "If Childe Zhufeng can help us out of this, he would be the savior of our Divine Dragon tribe. We'll remember his kindness forever!"

"Just watch!" The corner of Ling Qingfeng's lips curled upwards. "Zhufeng will not disappoint us!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The battle was still breaking out at full force.

The Dragon Emperor was losing a lot of blood causing his body to start giving in, and he was growing weaker by the second!

The vermillion dragon elite had come prepared, and he was at optimum condition. As time went on, he fought ever fiercer and harder!

As one rose, the other fell. Soon, the Dragon Emperor was fighting a losing battle.

"Ancestor Vermillion Dragon! Help me kill our ancient nemesis!"

The vermillion dragon elite roared, releasing a large volume of blood essence from his storage bracelet. At the same time, he was swinging the sword with both hands.

"No..." The Dragon Emperor was suffering from severe blood loss. It was evident that did not have enough of it to supply his sword.

The green light was dimming and the cracks on the longsword began to split, looking as if it was going to shatter into pieces back to the pile of useless scrap metal.

Zing!

The vermillion dragon elite came down on the Emperor with added ferocity when he noticed this problem. His strategy was to take the Emperor down while he was at his most feeble!

"It's over..." The Dragon Emperor watched the red sword swing down on him in despair.

"Give me the sword!" Chen Xiaobei suddenly shouted in a very calm but domineering voice.

"I..." The Dragon Emperor loosened his grip on the sword before Chen Xiaobei grabbed the green dragon sword away from him.

Chen Xiaobei returned to the tiger with the sword raised and started to lock horns with the vermillion dragon!