28 GLORY AND OBLIVION; THE YIN AND YANG TYRANT DRAGONS (1/2)
The two dragon clones, which were mere Qi constructs carrying a small part of their original's consciousness and an even smaller part of the two real HighGod stage Tyrant Dragons' cultivation, were only of the mid to upper tiers of the Ageless Realm.
Let alone an head-on exchange, even a sneak attack would at most wound an upper-tier Ageless Realm cultivator... however, both Xiao Lan and Xu Ling had a cultivation at the peak of the Ageless Realm, and Xu Ling was even half-a-step into the Immortal Realm! Xu Ling hadn't batted an eye during the whole thing, but now he actually sighed with feeling, ”Little Lan, you won't even let two clones get near me? When will I ever get the chance to vent out then! You really...”
Xu Ling shook his head, chuckling bitterly, ”Whatever, I guess I'll take it out by taking care of the two originals...”
Hearing all of this, the two dragons, which were mere clones of the original HighGod 'Yin and Yang' Tyrant Dragons – the two Grand Protectors of the Tyrant Dragon Hall – and only had a cultivation of the mid tier Ageless Realm, actually smirked: in their eyes, as soon as their originals got here, not to mention a White Oak Shield, even a hundred of them would not be enough to save Xu Ling and his companions from impending doom!
And such doom would be in the shape of the Yin and Yang Tyrant Dragons; Yang Tyrant Dragon, Oblivion, and Yin Tyrant Dragon, Glory!
”Ohohoh, who would be taking care of whom, exactly? This Lord seems to have misheard a few things, could the ESTEEMED Xu Ling perhaps repeat that one last sentence?” A voice, as deep as an ocean and as overbearing as that of a tyrant that ruled over the entirety of the world, suddenly rang out! The sarcasm was clear, and the contempt even more crystalline as the words reverberated throughout the empty desert dyed crimson with blood.
In the sky, hovering a few thousand feet above the ground, were two gigantic dragons: unlike the two clones on the ground who resembled mere snakes, these two dragons had wings that spanned for miles and a muscular, draconic body completely covered in golden and silver scales, with each scale harder than a diamond could ever hope to be! The source of their dragon flames, the Long-Huo Gem, shone brilliantly on the Yin and Yang Tyrant Dragon's chests, glowing respectively a bright, pure white and a dark, corrupted black. A crest of horns resembling a crown grew atop the dragons' forehead, and tongues of dragon fire could be seen silently burning on their neck and down their back like a fiery mane. The two dragons... were two Tyrant Dragons, husband and wife, Heavenly Beasts that had been living for millennia and had a cultivation of the Immortal Realm, HighGod stage!
The golden Tyrant Dragon, the male, stepped forward. He scanned his surroundings with his HighGod Will and found no trace of Blindlight, or of any other Immortal Realm cultivators for any matter. Seeing this, the beast sneered, and his domineering voice rang out again, ”With the Heaven Devouring Dragon not here and nowhere to flee... A single finger of this Lord would be enough to eradicate every single one of you lot! Your puny band of rebels might as well start digging your graves already and save us the trouble!”
The silver Tyrant Dragon, on the other hand, was a female, and her voice was as cold as the arctic winds and as shrill as the sound of metal hitting metal. Her unpleasant voice carried a derisive tone as she added, ”Graves? Surely, husband must be joking! They won't be needing such commodities by the time we are done with them! We will be sure not even a single speck of dust remains here! With that, let alone Blindlight, even if the Primordial Emperors themselves were to come then, it wouldn't change a thing!”
The crowd that had been laughing their asses off just a few instants ago fell silent as an indescribable pressure weighed down on their bodies. The weakest ones had already turned pale and had to rely on the protection of powerful nearby allies' strength in order to resist the urge to kneel on the ground.
Surely enough, the gap between the Immortal and Ageless Realm was nothing to be sneezed at.
While the difference in growth between stages of a same Realm could be said to be mostly multiplicative... when it came to different realms altogether, the growth would actually become exponential! And being able to force an army of thousands to their knees just by BEING, such an insurmountable chasm could not be any clearer! However, although their face may have turned pale... none of the Evil Saint's ranks donned an expression of despair! After all, although right now they all might be facing two fearsome opponents that even the lot of them combined would not be able to defeat... their side also had 'those two'; real monsters that defied common sense!