Chapter 57: Suppression (Fourth Update)

"Kill!"
Nielong transformed into a streak of azure light, swiftly attacking Bing Muer.
Bing Muer swept her arm, and the massive shadow of the demonic dragon behind her roared forth, baring its fangs and claws.
With a mighty swing, the shadow's enormous talons crashed down upon Nielong.
A thunderous sound exploded.
Nielong was struck squarely, letting out a miserable cry as his colossal body was hurled backward, crashing onto the ground and sending tremors through the earth.
A mouthful of thick blood spurted from his jaws.
His dragon body was cracked, scalding blood gushing out in rivers.
"Seal!"
Ignoring his wounds, he spat out eight blood-red banners, which embedded themselves around Bing Muer in an instant.
With a rush, the eight banners billowed and expanded in the wind, emitting a mighty sealing force, intent on binding the remnant soul of the demonic dragon.
"Ridiculous. Such paltry tricks—do you think you can touch me?"
Bing Muer scoffed dismissively, her arms moving fluidly as the demonic dragon's shadow danced wildly, its overwhelming pressure threatening to pulverize the entire City Lord’s Mansion.
In a breath, the eight banners shattered, serving no purpose at all.
Nielong screamed, his dragon body nearly exploding.
Though he was the master of the Thousand Dragons Path, his power was still far inferior to the remnant soul of the demonic dragon.
Bing Changtian had yet to intervene, utterly shaken by the strength displayed by the soul fragment.
"Just a remnant soul of the demonic dragon, yet it is this terrifying. How monstrous must the true dragon have been in those endless years past?"
Bing Changtian’s soul trembled with dread.
Suddenly, a cruel, cold smile appeared on his lips: "The stronger the demonic dragon’s remnant soul, the better. The more powerful it is, the more I like it."
"Enough of these futile efforts. Let me end this and annihilate the remnant soul myself."
With a calm command, Bing Changtian stepped forward.
As he spoke, he drew forth a sword, ancient and unadorned, ten meters in length.
"What is this..."
Those locked in combat with the dragon’s soul were instantly bewildered, uncertain of his intentions.
Indeed, the sword was enormous, but in the end, it was merely a stone blade—could it truly kill the demonic dragon’s soul?
Bing Changtian’s expression was serene, even touched with a hint of delight: "A marvelous moment is about to arrive."
A marvelous moment?
What did he mean?
The crowd grew ever more perplexed.

At that instant, the stone sword surged upward, crossing the sky.
A suffocating sense of oppression spread throughout the City Lord’s Mansion.
All raised their heads, gazing upon the sword suspended in the air, their hearts quaking uncontrollably, a primal fear rising within.
Terrifying!
No one knew why, but this plain, ancient sword filled them with dread, as if confronted by an unstoppable force.
It even made them despair.
Breaths quickened.
The ancient stone sword suddenly vibrated, radiating tens of thousands of golden sword lights, dense enough to make one breathless.
In the next moment, countless golden blades descended slowly from above.
A wild, oceanic sword aura swept down from the heights, vast and inexorable.
"Ah! Damn it, I can’t move!"
Someone cried out in terror.
It was true; as the golden sword lights pierced downward, not only did the oceanic sword aura flood over them, but a dreadful force bound everyone below.
There was no escape.
They could only wait for death.
At last, they understood why the sword inspired such terror deep in their souls.
"Southern Region Marquis, what kind of sword formation is this? Put it away immediately!"
All were seized by panic.
This sword formation was far more terrifying than the demonic dragon’s soul.
Even Bing Muer was immobilized, and the shadow above her head shrank beneath the crushing sword aura.
"Oh, this is the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation."
Bing Changtian smiled lightly, shaking his head: "Put away the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation? Of course not. Otherwise, how can I destroy the demonic dragon’s soul?"
"Bing Changtian, you old dog! You claimed you went to the Imperial Dynasty to borrow the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation to kill the little princess, but you mean to slaughter everyone who attended this celebration!"
Nielong, suddenly seeing through Bing Changtian’s intentions, erupted in furious rage, roaring: "You are the true devil! You deserve death!"
"Nielong, what are you saying?"
Bing Changtian smiled, shaking his head: "Why would I plan to kill everyone here for the celebration? It’s merely necessity."
"Ah, villain!"
"Nielong, calm yourself and let me finish."
Bing Changtian shook his head, saying, "You have witnessed the horror of the demonic dragon’s soul. If it isn’t destroyed by any means necessary, the Southern Region will become a living hell.
As the Marquis, it is my duty to slay the remnant soul. So, you must accompany it in death; it’s simply unavoidable."
In his heart, he was overwhelmed with satisfaction.
Before him stood the heads of all major powers in the Southern Region. By slaughtering them here, the city would stand unrivaled.

Not only that, he would take the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation and march straight to the Imperial Dynasty, ascending to the throne of the Supreme Emperor.
Marvelous!
Utterly marvelous!
"Southern Region Marquis, stop at once!"
"You villain! Who would have thought you were so evil!"
Everyone present roared in fury.
They were truly terrified!
Bing Changtian’s magnificent celebration was not just to kill Muer, but to slaughter everyone present.
They wished he would be torn to pieces!
As the golden sword lights continued to descend, the sword aura grew ever more terrifying.
Crack!
Someone could not withstand it, their body shattering into fragments.
"Gentlemen, you exaggerate. If I don’t unleash the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation, tell me, how do we destroy the demonic dragon’s soul?"
Bing Changtian shook his head, his face ever adorned with a pleasant smile.
"Bing Changtian, you villain, so cruel—you’ll descend to the deepest hell!"
Someone roared.
But as the words left his lips, his body was torn apart.
"I repeat, it is mere necessity."
Bing Changtian shook his head: "To destroy the demonic dragon’s soul, you must all accompany it in death."
And then...
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!...
On the field, those with weaker cultivation shattered continuously.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation, the Imperial Nation’s greatest treasure, its power beyond imagining.
As the formation pressed down, the sword aura grew ever more overwhelming.
Everyone present would be slain, without exception!
Bing Changtian watched, calm as a breeze, his mood soaring.
He knew his days of unrivaled power had arrived!
The thought alone made his blood boil!