Chapter 1872 Slaughter The Little Dragon (2/2)

”Kill!”

With a roar, 300,000 slaughter dragons followed suit, and in a short period of time, a large number of warriors were knocked to the ground. And at this time, the 300,000 slaughter dragons swept Long Chen away, forming a vast view as they charged towards Su Zhen!

”What the h.e.l.l is this thing!”

Su Zhen's gaze turned solemn. He had evolved his fist shadows and created countless clones. With a single punch, he had created more than ten thousand fists. With the tyrannical power of destruction on his body, a single punch was enough to kill a small dragon!

But the brutality of killing the dragon was beyond his imagination. No matter how fast his fists were, he couldn't completely kill the killing dragon. And at this time, countless blood colored dragons had already pounced onto his body!

”Die!”

The black energy formed a tornado, shattering a large number of small dragons!

Sssii! *

Su Zhen let out an earth-shattering scream as more and more small dragons pounced on him, knocking him to the ground. The dense and concentrated killing dragon would occasionally tear off a piece of his flesh, causing Su Zhen to let out an earth-shattering scream. For a moment, everyone was simply dumbstruck.

”Explode!”

The cuticle on his body had already been completely torn apart. Right now, it was already badly mutilated and his eyeb.a.l.l.s were no longer visible, the black energy had formed a vortex and killed many Slaughter Dragons, but soon, even more Slaughter Dragons would swoop down without regard for their lives. Even if they were to lose their heads, they would still firmly bite down on Su Zhen's flesh without letting go!

The Blood Weeping Dragon souls were the most brutal of dragon souls. There was nothing in the world that could stop their love for slaughter!

Bite, tear, and pierce were all their specialties. A thumb sized killing dragon could swallow a hundred-meter-long monster!

Rip!

In just a short moment, Su Zhen was reduced to a skeleton. However, Long Chen's three hundred thousand little dragons were also destroyed by his destructive power.

”Die!”

Long Chen controlled his opponent for an eternal moment for a moment. Then, the Heavenly Slaughter Blood Sword hacked down onto his opponent's head, completely shattering Su Zhen's head!

BOOM!

Su Zhen exploded into an endless cloud of powder.

The remaining ten thousand killed little dragons rushed forward, swallowed all of the powder, and surrounded Long Chen as they let out furious roars. Their gazes landed on the children who came from the various Shencheng, and immediately frightened those fellows to the point that they peed their pants. Even Di Yu was forced to take a few steps back with a look on his face, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.

He looked down upon Long Chen because of what happened with him before, but now, he was on tenterhooks. He wanted to wait until he was strong enough so that he could kill Long Chen and the other small dragons.

In truth, with the destruction of the Sobbing Blood Dragon Soul, there were only ten thousand left, which was almost equivalent to all of Long Chen's energy. He had used up all of his energy, and once again exhausted himself to the extreme.

This was an exceptionally difficult battle, and he had never imagined that he would be able to succeed.

This kind of success was simply too lucky.

If not for the time being that allowed him to dream back to the origin of his power, Long Chen would not have been able to exhaust himself so endlessly. To dream back to the origin and consume his Nirvana's power, yet be able to perfectly restore everything.

When the youth used the G.o.d-Slaying Sword to prop himself up, there was absolute silence.

Without any power to support it, the remaining little dragons all returned back into Long Chen's body, filling a small part of his power.

”Brother Chen.”

”Long Chen!”

Within the Great Void Realm, the two women had terrified expressions. After the earth-shattering battle had ended, they finally heaved a sigh of relief.

”Long Chen, Su Zhen is dead. Do you not need to go to the Spirit Race?” Li Xuanji asked in surprise.

”NO!” ”He's not dead!”

In Long Chen's eyes, there was not the slightest hint of rejoicing.

Firstly, this was not Su Zhen's real body. The real Su Zhen was far stronger than this.

Also, back then, had to kill City Lord b.a.s.t.a.r.d nine times before he could kill him. But Su Zhen's physical body came from his ancestor, a person who had almost become a devil.

Just as Long Chen was thinking about this problem, the drop of meat in front of him started to expand under the siege of the black miasma.