Chapter 130: When the Crane and the Clam Grapple

Jiang Rulong is strong! Exceedingly strong! Many had only heard his name, never having seen him in person. Only now, witnessing him in action, does the world realize just how formidable he truly is. Even caught in a trap, his dominance remains absolute. At this moment, he uses his True Dragon manifestation to hold off the Poison Emperor of the Underworld, while his physical form charges toward Mo Fenglie. He intends to take on two opponents at once!

"Jiang Rulong, you are too arrogant. Without your True Dragon manifestation, do you really think you are still my match?" Mo Fenglie sneered, not frightened but delighted.

Boom!

A nine-hundred-meter-tall heaven-and-earth manifestation appeared behind Mo Fenglie. This figure was towering and imposing, wreathed in terrifying storms, like a god of the underworld emerging from hell!

"Oh no, His Highness the Crown Prince is in danger!"
"Taking on two at once is too much! Though His Highness is strong, that is the Tenth Demon Prince of the Black Demon Sect, not to mention the corpse of the Poison Emperor. This is simply not something an ordinary person can withstand."
"Quick, move to assist the Crown Prince!"

Seeing this, the members of the Great Qian Empire turned pale. The Third Prince and Jiang Mingde rushed forward, desperate to aid Jiang Rulong, but the disciples of the Black Demon Sect fought with all their might to block their path.

The battle erupted instantly! This time, it was not merely a clash between Jiang Rulong and Mo Fenglie; it was a war between the Great Qian Empire and the Black Demon Sect.

Rumble!

Thunderous roars and constant explosions signaled the fight reaching a fever pitch. Even the Night Owl was dragged into the fray. Only Jun Wuyue stood in the shadows, unnoticed by all.

"Second Innate Ability: Dragon Chant Holy Light Wave!"

Jiang Rulong’s blood and energy surged. He had unleashed a second innate ability. Generally, a special constitution possesses only one, but there are always exceptions—rare geniuses capable of awakening a second. Jiang Rulong was such a genius.

As he opened his mouth and roared, a sonic light wave erupted, manifesting into a solid force that pierced through space and struck Mo Fenglie’s heaven-and-earth manifestation. This strike, imbued with spiritual energy, mental power, life force, and killing intent, sounded like a true dragon’s roar, shaking the very void and causing minds to crack under the pressure. Despite Mo Fenglie’s strength, he could not withstand it.

Bang!

Mo Fenglie’s manifestation was sent reeling. Jiang Rulong surged forward, reaching the bronze throne.

Whoosh!

His Dragon-Patterned Golden Scale Spear thrust out, tearing through space and leaving a hairline fracture in its wake. This strike was powerful enough to pierce a mountain; any ordinary peer-level expert would surely die before it.

"Earth-tier Low-grade Martial Skill: Nine Blades of the Cold Underworld!"

Mo Fenglie dared not be careless. He drew his blade and struck with all his might. The blade light hummed like the wind, carrying a lethal, bone-chilling cold.

Clang!

The collision of spear and blade erupted in a sharp, ear-piercing screech of metal. Mo Fenglie was forced back dozens of meters, unable to match Jiang Rulong. It must be noted that Jiang Rulong’s True Dragon manifestation was still occupied with the Poison Emperor; he was operating at perhaps only half his peak strength. Even so, it was more than Mo Fenglie could handle.

"This won't do. I was already severely injured; even without his manifestation, I am no match for him," Mo Fenglie thought, his face grim. He knew where the problem lay, but his wounds could not be healed in an instant. He had no choice but to retreat.

"Jiang Rulong, you are indeed strong, but so what? With the Poison Emperor here, you are destined to lose today!" Mo Fenglie retreated quickly, unwilling to continue the duel. He only needed to control the Poison Emperor to secure victory.

Though the True Dragon manifestation was holding the Poison Emperor at bay, it was at a distinct disadvantage.

"The light of a firefly dares to compete with the moon!" Jiang Rulong sneered. He reached out and produced a talisman.

"Eight Trigrams Sealing Talisman, go!"

Jiang Rulong infused it with spiritual energy, activating the item. It was a supreme-grade Dao talisman, incredibly precious and possessing immense sealing power.

Whoosh!

The talisman transformed into a streak of golden light, faster than lightning, and struck the Poison Emperor. Golden light spread, and runes like chains formed an Eight Trigrams diagram, temporarily sealing the creature.

"Break for me!" Mo Fenglie’s expression shifted, and he manipulated the bronze throne, trying to force the Poison Emperor to break free. But the talisman’s power was too great; there was no breaking out in the short term.

"Now, you can die!" Jiang Rulong, glowing with golden radiance and brandishing his spear like a Dragon War God, charged toward Mo Fenglie. Mo Fenglie did not dare to meet him head-on and tried to dodge, but his speed was far inferior to Jiang Rulong’s, and he was quickly overtaken.

Puchi!

A spear thrust pierced his shoulder, blood spraying everywhere.

"Jiang Rulong, I’ll take you down with me!" Mo Fenglie roared, his aura surging as he activated a forbidden technique, restoring himself to peak combat power.

"A forbidden technique? What a pity—in front of this Crown Prince, your forbidden technique is nothing but trash!" Jiang Rulong laughed coldly, showing no regard for Mo Fenglie. He struck with world-shaking dragon might, unstoppable.

Clang, clang, clang!

Jiang Rulong fought like a true divine dragon, domineering and peerless. Even with the forbidden technique, Mo Fenglie was forced into a retreat.

"Flee!"

Mo Fenglie, though filled with resentment, knew that if he did not run, he would lose his life. He turned and bolted.

"In front of this Crown Prince, you have no right to escape!" Jiang Rulong remained as arrogant as ever. Watching the fleeing Mo Fenglie, he did not rush to chase, but gripped his spear tightly.

"True Dragon Heaven-Shattering Style!"

A dragon’s roar resonated from within Jiang Rulong. His blood boiled, and a blood-red dragon shadow erupted from his body, seemingly merging with him. He took a step forward, his body coiled like a drawn bow, his right hand gripping the spear like a divine arrow capable of shooting down the sun.

Whoosh!

With a full-force throw, the spear flew like an arrow released from a string, slicing through the sky toward Mo Fenglie.

"No!"

Mo Fenglie’s face changed drastically. He desperately produced life-saving talismans to block the lethal blow, but Jiang Rulong’s strike was too powerful—it was a blow that consolidated every ounce of his strength. The treasures could not save him.

Puchi!

The spear pierced Mo Fenglie’s throat, knocking him from the bronze throne and pinning him to the ground. Mo Fenglie’s eyes widened, his soul departing in disbelief.

Mo Fenglie was dead?

The outcome shocked everyone present, defying all expectations. Yet, at that very moment, a figure appeared beside Mo Fenglie’s corpse. With a quick grab, the figure snatched the body away.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman reaps the profit. The sight left everyone stunned!