Chapter 384 — The Blind Man's Divine Spear
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This strike came crashing down with the force of the Yong River itself, compounded by the mighty magic power unleashed by the Blind Elder. Before it had even descended, Lord Dragon-Rearer already sensed an overwhelming peril. "How can a tiny place like the Kingdom of Jingping have so many experts?
" Lord Dragon-Rearer had no time to alter his move. Gritting his teeth, he summoned every ounce of magic power and met the Blind Elder's attack head-on. The column of water spun like a whirlwind, turning so swiftly that even the air was sliced apart with a shrill whistle.
Before it, a dragon's roar shook the heavens. The highly concentrated water transformed into a dragon's head and lunged down at Lord Dragon-Rearer.
"A dragon-shaped art against me? " Lord Dragon-Rearer breathed a sigh of relief.
His body shuddered, and countless currents shaped like dragons came surging forth, forming a massive Thousand-Dragon Coil above his head.
Holding the Thousand-Dragon Coil aloft with both hands, Lord Dragon-Rearer saw innumerable horned dragons on its surface baring their fangs and claws, their bodies twisting in the wind. "This man is certainly an expert, but he has happened to encounter his natural enemy.
I am a god who raises dragons. No dragon-shaped divine art can escape my eyes. He is no threat. " The instant he had this thought, the dragon's head began to spin.
The column of water coiled around itself and transformed into an enormous dragon spear, the dragon's head resting upon its tip while the river water became the sharpest point of the spear. "It is not a dragon-shaped art! " Lord Dragon-Rearer's heart jolted.
The Blind Elder's spear had already pierced into the Thousand-Dragon Coil, striking precisely at one point among the thousand dragons.
The force unleashed by that thrust was unexpectedly slight, and its might seemed hardly formidable at all. Yet the Thousand-Dragon Coil suddenly disintegrated.
The thousand horned dragons twisted and scattered, and a great hole opened in the center of the massive coil. Lord Dragon-Rearer looked up and saw the huge dragon spear thrusting down through that opening. "The force of this thrust was not released when it collided with the Thousand-Dragon Coil.
Then it must be released when it strikes my flesh.
His technique is exquisite. His control over his divine art has reached perfection, allowing him to see through the flaws in my technique. " Lord Dragon-Rearer had no time to think further.
He abandoned his attempt to hold up the Yong River, pouring all his magic power into his hands. As he spread his palms apart, layer upon layer of barriers appeared before him, only to be pierced through one after another by the spear, which met scarcely any resistance. Lord Dragon-Rearer brought both hands together and caught the descending spearhead. A muffled groan escaped him as his palms were instantly drenched in blood, the spearhead piercing the dragon scales on his hands.
"His magic power is inferior to mine. Break!
" Lord Dragon-Rearer's body swelled with explosive force.
In an instant, he towered above the river valley, a hundred yards tall. He forcibly lifted the spear and began spinning at tremendous speed.
The descending water-dragon spear erupted with power as well, whirling madly. In the space of a breath, the dragon's roar grew deafening. As the two forces burst forth against each other, the enormous dragon spear shattered, becoming a vast curtain of water that crashed down with a roar.
Lord Dragon-Rearer's entire body was soaked through. The flesh of his hands was a bloody blur, and his palms trembled. He had prevailed only because the other's magic power was inferior to his own, allowing him to tear the spear apart. But the force contained in that thrust had been terrifying, further augmented by the power of the Yong River's current.
The river had borne down from above with immense pressure, and together with the might of the spear, it had badly injured his hands.