Chapter 828: Chapter 652: The Demon Lord’s Wings (Part 2)

A rushed statement was not yet finished, when a dragon-shaped lightning tribulation seemed to sense the unsolicited arrival of that sword, roaring as it plummeted down with a sky full of thunder.

The Azure Dragon Giant Sword collided fiercely with the lightning, with cold iron fragments dancing like blown wood chips, yet the lightning remained steadfast and unmoving, like a celestial hammer falling.

Veins bulged on Zangxin’s forehead, and he spurted a mouthful of bright red blood, his disheveled hair retreating three steps back.

He stared in horror as his blue Flying Sword turned to dust in the lightning.

This lightning tribulation seemed unusually extraordinary.

The lightning tribulation covering the whole of Tian Gan Mountain seemed to begin raging, after devouring that Azure Dragon Lotus Fire Sword, it began spreading outward.

Zangxin, bleeding and horrified, shouted: “Retreat! Quick, retreat!”

At his words, the demons dared not delay and hurriedly retreated several dozen yards.

Even Shu Ci did not act arrogantly, his numb little face showing rare caution.

Ning Feiyan frowned, looking at the unmovable back of the Female Demon Lord: “Your Majesty…”

Above the Female Demon Lord’s head, the electric current hissed, sweeping up and lifting her black and gold robe, flapping while Ning Feiyan saw the lightning in front of her be shrouded in pure black, followed by a fierce wind.

Ning Feiyan lifted off the ground, her eyes wide open as she saw the pitch-black wings unfold behind the Demon Lord, half-cloaked in front, Black Feather fluttering in the air, the lightning tribulation unable to approach within three feet.

This was the first time Ning Feiyan saw the Demon Lord summon wings to face the world in such a posture.

She neither retreated nor advanced, though the black wings shielded her from the dragon-shaped lightning tribulation, Ning Feiyan did not see Red Gold Feather among her dark feathers.

Though she was on the throne, she was unlike Young Master Mi Lu, born with incomplete wings was an undeniable fact.

This is why she never shows her wings to the world.

The wings of a generation of Demon Lord resemble those of regular Winged Demons by ninety percent.

Yet now, on this land, beneath the lightning tribulation, the Demon Lord summoned her wings, hidden with boundless fury, gazing at the celestial universe.

The lightning tribulation struck her black wings, sounding like a heavy bell’s toll.

The blue lightning waves in the mountain gradually brewed into a deep purple, with Tian Gan Mountain inching downwards as if unable to withstand the power of the heavenly tribulation.

As the earth sank, atop the mountain peak, that tiny figure leapt amongst the deep purple lightning tribulation, in the world of rain-like lightning, came a distant, heavy sound of Kunlun shaking the mountain.

That little figure seemed lifted by an unmatched force, like a white rainbow piercing the sun into the Thunder Pool, like a drop of water falling into the Abyss Sea, instantly devoured without a trace.

The Female Demon Lord’s gaze was icy, her half-cloaked wings suddenly spread wide, she walked three steps in reverse towards the mountain to greet the tribulation, the swirling black feathers bleeding a few traces of red.

In this instant, time seemed exceedingly long.

With a thunderous crash.

The Thunder Pool suspended in the air seemed abruptly overturned by a huge hand, lightning cascaded down like a glass-clear cleansing light of the world.

The terrifying thunder sound left the demons at Tian Gan Mountain’s foot briefly deaf, the air in all directions exuding a strong burnt scent.

The thunder dragon in the sky was soon engulfed and covered by night clouds and a Chang Feng, the dancing black feathers grew lighter in the wind.

Above, the lightning grew weaker, the mountain peak washed clean as if by water, not a blade of grass grew, the ground surface refined to a jade-like texture.

The ashes of tribulation and fire scattered, resembling fireworks reaching an end of annihilation.

Within the fireworks, an emaciated shadow seemed drained of weight, gently falling.

The Female Demon Lord walking three steps against tribulation suddenly felt the pressure of lightning tribulation dissipating widely, her vision catching the corner of the falling figure, her robe fluttering as she spread her wings and embraced the boy descending from the sky.

The boy was hot to the touch, his heat numbing her hands.

His current body temperature did not resemble a corpse demon, and his unusually pale skin showed no signs of burn marks from lightning.

Between the pores of the skin flows an indescribable jade-like radiance, as if the entire pool of heavenly tribulation has been poured into this body, uncontrollably overflowing beyond the skin.

In the long wind of heaven and earth, black feathers lightly brush against droplets of blood, like vermillion tears splattering across Baili An’s pale neck.

Then, the bloodstain rapidly blooms into a vivid red spider lily, flaring between the skin, silently devouring the demonic aura emanating from her body.

The veins of the red petals trail down his neck, the Female Demon Lord’s gaze shifts slightly, uncovering his collar.

She sees beneath his heart, a blood-red pearl faintly shining with weak brilliance.

The radiance is devouring the remaining wisp of Dragon Breath.

As the red spider lily absorbs and blooms, it transforms the absorbed demonic Qi into nourishment, merging drop by drop into the pearl, nurturing it like a seed growing.

This thing seems to be… a Corpse Pearl?

Moreover, that Baili An was able to survive the heavenly tribulation just now, seemingly entirely relying on the power of this Corpse Pearl, protecting his life’s force from annihilation.

Yet why is this Corpse Pearl so small, the size of a grain of rice, unlike a normal Corpse Pearl, yet possessing power surpassing the Netherworld Dragon’s bloodline.

She frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, her palm traced along Baili An’s chest, exploring downward, sensing the existence of a second Corpse Pearl on his abdomen.

The Female Demon Lord’s eyes flashed with shock and disbelief.

How could a corpse demon possess two Corpse Pearls?!

The Female Demon Lord looked down, gazing at his handsome and pale face, gradually lost in thought, the sinister crimson intent in her eyes seemed to smooth out instantly, turning into a contemplative expression.

The remnants of tribulation fire dispersed.

All the demons waited anxiously at the foot of the mountain, looking at the Demon Lord cradling the barely breathing young River Lord, speechless with shock.

Mi Lu entirely unaware of what transpired, could not comprehend why the person surviving under the heavenly tribulation was Baili An, even more astonished by the fact he was still alive.

His gaze was unfriendly, expecting the Female Demon Lord might have been behind this again, he said in a low voice: “What is truly going on?”

The Female Demon Lord indifferently displayed her wings before everyone, gently half enclosing, wrapping Baili An’s burning hot body.

In the wind, black feathers brushed away the remnants of tribulation fire, appearing calm and gentle in motion, surprisingly tender.

Without speaking, it was Shu Ci, usually reticent, who spoke lightly: “It’s evident, this boy used the Netherworld Dragon’s life soul to confront the tribulation, thereby advancing across the Ninth Grade boundary, successfully passing the tribulation.”

Within the realm of Chengling, breakthrough in the tribulation brings soul awakening…

Shu Ci’s tone was airy, yet the process was unimaginably difficult and perilous, beyond the imagination of the crowd.

Mi Lu’s gaze flickered between uncertainty and resolve, finally managing a dry chuckle, “Si Chen River Lord truly possesses a formidable courage.”

Shu Ci spoke again, his tone flat, devoid of any fluctuations: “Your Highness considers, how does this boy possess the Netherworld Dragon’s soul?”

Mi Lu and Zangxin appeared stunned, frozen in place, faces ashen.

As the group of demon ministers recovered from their daze, realizing the meaning of those words, their gaze instinctively fell upon Baili An, their hearts suddenly began to pound with fear, all sharing a common thought.

Could the Netherworld Dragon beneath the earth veins have truly perished at this boy’s hands?

Even more frightening is that he not only killed the Netherworld Dragon, but achieved what ordinary people could not possibly do.

He forcibly extracted the dragon soul from the great Dragon Clan, and used it for his own tribulation.

“Ha…” At this moment, a soft laugh escaped from the Female Demon Lord’s lips.

She raised her gaze, speaking with rich implication: “My memory isn’t very good, but Zangxin River Lord said earlier, if Si Chen truly has the ability to kill the Netherworld Dragon, then what will you do?”

Under Zangxin’s mask, his lashes couldn’t help but tremble gradually, teeth grinding with a slight clicking sound.

Indeed, he landed himself squarely in trouble with his own words this time.