The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1364: Black Dragon Emperor
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“Ha ha ha!” the Great Elder laughed heartily. He had not expected to be seen through by Ming Xiu at a glance. But this was not surprising; after all, ten thousand years ago, they had clashed countless times on the battlefield. Even though he had deliberately concealed his identity during the recent exchange with Ming Xiu, they were very familiar with each other, sometimes able to guess one’s identity just by their silhouette.

The Great Elder’s body trembled, and the inconspicuous old man transformed into a handsome young man with black hair and black robes. The dragon warriors were naturally favored, especially the Black Dragon Emperor, the born ruler among the black dragons, who was created by the Earth Mother herself, with a strand of divine blood in his veins. With this divine blood, each Black Dragon Emperor naturally wielded an innate dignity within the black dragon ranks, compelling all other black dragons to submit.

Was this the real Great Elder? Apart from Qiong Qi and the other three, it seemed that everyone else in the Central Continent had long known the identity of the Great Elder. Ignoring Yan Ye and Beiting Huang, everyone else had their eyes fixed on the Great Elder in shock and amazement, unable to believe what they were seeing even with their own eyes.

“This, this, is this the Great Elder?”

“My heavens, such strength!”

“So powerful!”

The Black Dragon Emperor let out a hearty laugh and then slightly tilted his head, looking at Ming Xiu with a contemptuous gaze. “A thief who steals the glory of the Spirit God Race, yet dares to claim legitimacy as the Spirit God Clan. The so-called True God is nothing more than the Supreme Protector who managed to escape from death out of fear during the great war with the Demon Spirits.”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Ming Xiu, looking like someone caught red-handed, still managed to show his face flushing red from anger within the rippling light, indignantly said, “Bastard! My Spirit God Race is the only bloodline left by the Spirit Gods, and the purity of the divine blood within me is known to all in the 33 Heavens, who doesn’t recognize it?”

“Ha ha ha!” The Black Dragon Emperor laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. After a good while, he slowly lowered his gaze to look at Ming Xiu. Ming Xiu, who had never doubted his own bloodline, began to question it deeply upon seeing that gaze. The Black Dragon Emperor said, “Ming Xiu, who is your mother? And how did she conceive and give birth to you? You had better ask Ming Hong about such matters!”

“A person who steals others’ fame, position, and even bloodline, still has the face to claim legitimacy, to preside over the Divine Hall of Judgment, and to maintain a godlike demeanor while enforcing the rules of heaven and earth!” The Black Dragon Emperor’s tone was as sharp as a blade. After saying this, he formed a black sphere in his hand, as dense as heavy water, with a tiny black true dragon swimming upon its surface.

“The True Breath of Black Dragon?” Before Bing Feng could see clearly what was in the Black Dragon Emperor’s hand, she felt the immense energy within it. Even though she knew the Black Dragon Emperor wouldn’t strike against a dying person like her at this moment, she still felt fear and slowly began moving backward, supported by her hands on the ground. Even for a supreme being of the 33 Heavens, a normal dragon breath was hard to withstand, let alone the True Breath of Black Dragon.

They say, during the great war with the Demon Spirits, when the True Breath of Black Dragon was released, the sky would darken, the sun and moon reversed, all life would wither, and bones piled like mountains!

Within the shimmering light, Ming Xiu’s figure also swayed. Ten thousand years ago, after the fall of the Demon Queen and her utter annihilation, the Devil Emperor furiously attacked the Spirit God Clan. At that time, the Black Dragon was not yet of age, but a breath he released grievously damaged the divine senses of his father, Ming Hong. When the Devil Emperor struck with his sword, Ming Hong was unable to come to his rescue in time.

Fortunately, it did not damage the Soul Realm; otherwise, there would be no chance for his resurrection today.

People who have died once cherish life all the more.