NIP Chapter 1826 - 1827: Submit to Me!
Chapter 1826 - 1827: Submit to Me!
"No matter what it is, since it’s here, I won’t give up until the final moment."
Ling Feng’s eyes flashed with determination. According to Elder Turtle, the opportunity in the Five Emperors Treasure Vault is crucial for his breakthrough to emperor level.
He would not give up lightly regardless.
"Then you better fend for yourself. This Divine Beast can’t handle the Netherworld Sub-Dragon. It’s a Netherworld Beast that specifically devours divine souls. If you die by its hands, not even a trace of your divine soul origin will remain. It would be complete obliteration, never to rise again!"
Despicable Donkey snorted dismissively and ignored Ling Feng.
"Good-for-nothing fellow."
Ling Feng fiercely despised this creature, contemplated momentarily, and took out the Yi Divine Bow, slinging it over his back, while also summoning the Nihility Dual Blades.
If this Netherworld Sub-Dragon frightened Despicable Donkey so, it surely wasn’t simple, and he couldn’t afford carelessness.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The sounds of roaring emanated from the depths of the hall.
Ling Feng cautiously stepped forward, moving about thirty zhang further, when he heard a series of high-pitched dragon roars.
A massive Flying Dragon suddenly rushed from the depths of the hall, its green eyes flickering like Netherworld Fire.
Its enormous wings fully extended, surprisingly measuring over thirty zhang long, flapping its fleshy wings to stir up a violent Vigorous Wind.
In the next moment, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon let out ear-piercing shrieks, causing Ling Feng’s mind to swell with pain.
"Sonic attack!"
Ling Feng’s brows furrowed. The sonic attribute’s strength is immensely rare; although it slightly lags behind time and space attributes, it’s far superior to the Five Elements Attribute.
"Intruders of the Five Emperors Treasure Vault, die!"
With a shriek, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s wings flapped as it swooped towards Ling Feng.
"Eight Swords United!"
Ling Feng fully activated the Sword Domain’s prototype, directly executing the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique, slashing out fiercely. Eight dazzling sword lights traced robust arcs, like eight divine dragons, spiraling forward.
"Netherworld Soul Wave!"
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon opened its massive jaws, roaring ferociously. The screeching sound spread, rippling through the air in the hall like waves on water.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The bronze hall’s walls instantly crumbled with web-like cracks, while the embedded gems emitted a series of explosive sounds.
Ling Feng had tried to take those gems using Ten Directions Annihilation before, but they remained unmoved under one slash.
Yet, the sonic strength of the Netherworld Sub-Dragon was terrifying to this degree!
"Damn it!"
Ling Feng combined the Divine Sense Domain and Sword Domain to resist the sonic impact.
But he quickly realized that his Dual Domain became increasingly compressed, like a sponge.
"Human, I will harvest your soul in the name of the Yellow Emperor."
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s green flames danced in its eyes as it spewed an ice-blue Hell Netherfire, rapidly freezing the surrounding moisture and dropping temperatures below freezing.
"Wait, are you the Yellow Emperor’s spirit pet? I’ve come with the Five Emperor Seals to accept the Five Emperors Inheritance. What right do you have to kill me?"
Ling Feng shouted furiously.
"Audacious insect, you dare accept the Five Emperors Inheritance? I will whip your soul and condemn you eternally."
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon completely disregarded Ling Feng, perhaps seeing him unworthy of the Five Emperors Inheritance.
"If you have the ability, come!"
Ling Feng taunted the Netherworld Sub-Dragon, waving his hands. Silver light flashed, revealing a ring silently falling into his palm.
This item was a holy artifact of the Northern Barbarians, the Shura Magic Ring, seized from a clan leader. (PS: See "Chapter 1433: Shura Magic Ring")
The Shura Magic Ring, a holy object of the Northern Barbarians, controls all souls.
The Barbarian Clan Elder, Aluyin, relied on the Shura Magic Ring to forge corpse puppets, becoming an influential figure among the barbarians.
Although Ling Feng rarely used the ring, considering it evil, he had to take the risk against the fierce Netherworld Beast.
"Wretched human, you will endure the Divine Dragon’s fury!"
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon roared again, unleashing a violent surge of power.
Sensing its strength, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon didn’t seem particularly strong; after all, its former master, regardless of which one of the Five Emperors, at best, reached Peak Emperor or Semi-Saint.
Thus, this Netherworld Sub-Dragon was likely emperor level.
If the Shura Magic Ring couldn’t control the beast, he’d have to resort to the Reincarnation Technique.
Emperor Tian Yan could deal with the Netherworld Sub-Dragon effortlessly.
"A mere insect, you call yourself a dragon with that ugly appearance?"
Ling Feng sneered, flicking his left hand. A black ring rapidly expanded, shooting towards the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s neck.
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon disdainfully raised a hand, intending to grab the ring directly. But as its palm touched the ring, it felt an electric shock to its soul, with a trace of its soul swiftly captured within the ring.
"What is this?"
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon was alarmed, eyes fixed on the ring, its jaw opening wide, intending to swallow it whole.
"This thing is called the Shura Magic Ring!"
Ling Feng chuckled, his mind moving. In an instant, the Shura Magic Ring transformed into silver light, bypassing the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s jaws, splitting into five parts. Four rings latched onto its limbs, while the remaining one encircled its neck.
"Despicable rings, vile human, you’re asking for death!"
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon felt its body trapped by the rings, its eyes radiated deadly intent, howling as it lunged at Ling Feng.
"If you wish to kill me, first taste the power of the Shura Magic Ring."
Ling Feng laughed heartily, holding a fragment of the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s soul in his grasp.
"Ah!" The Netherworld Sub-Dragon screamed in pain, crashing into the hall. "Wretched human, what have you done to my soul?"
"Wretched?" Ling Feng coldly replied, "You reptile, yield obediently, or perish!"
Ling Feng hadn’t expected things to proceed so smoothly, or perhaps this Netherworld Sub-Dragon was overly arrogant, underestimating Ling Feng from the start, thus allowing the Shura Magic Ring to capture a trace of its soul.
"Roar! Damn it, why is my body uncontrollable?"
The Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s body trembled wildly, circling the hall, trying to regain control.
Yet, the Shura Magic Ring was formidable. Despite being a Northern Barbarians holy artifact, it was actually a magic artifact lost in the Ancient God Demon Battlefield, a true treasure of the Immortal Gods!
Coincidentally, the Shura Magic Ring was originally a Netherworld Clan artifact to control Netherworld Beasts. Even fiercely strong Netherworld Beasts would have to submit, let alone an emperor-level Netherworld Sub-Dragon. With its unfortunate timing and tragic fate, this Netherworld Sub-Dragon collided into Ling Feng’s hands.