Chapter 81: The True Dragon Becomes an Arrow, Nailing a Divine Bird from a Hundred Thousand Li Away!
Next, before Zhu Zhuqing and all the beings of Douluo who were watching in absolute terror—
A colossal phantom of an Ancient True Dragon, tens of thousands of zhang long and formed entirely from pure runic power, burst through the void with a thunderous roar!
Though it was not a physical body, it was even more terrifying than one. It coiled and roared in the sky, charging straight toward the fleeing Vermilion Bird!
The next moment, with a deafening clang, the Ancient True Dragon suddenly compressed and stretched before everyone's eyes.
In the end, it transformed into a gigantic arrow over a hundred zhang long.
A phantom of the True Dragon coiled around the arrow's shaft, while divine light flickered at the arrowhead!
"My heavens! Is that the True Dragon Treasure Technique?!"
"Who is it that actually merged such a technique into the path of archery?!"
"How terrifying! I wonder if that Vermilion Bird can withstand this arrow!"
Just as everyone felt their scalps go numb—
Whoosh!
The arrow, surrounded by the phantom of the True Dragon, moved!
It had no trajectory—
Because it was simply too fast.
So fast that it seemed to surpass even the shackles of time itself!
The moment it was released, it had already crossed the vast distance of a hundred thousand li, appearing directly behind the Vermilion Bird!
"Chirp!!!"
Sensing the threat of death, the Vermilion Bird immediately let out a shrill cry. Divine flames erupted from its entire body as it attempted to unleash a life-saving secret technique and escape.
But there was no time.
Puchi!
A tearing sound rang out across the sky.
At that instant, time itself seemed to freeze.
Then, countless living beings within a radius of millions of li witnessed the shocking scene—
The arrow pierced straight through the Vermilion Bird's back, bursting out of its chest while carrying a torrent of golden divine blood!
BOOM!!!
In the next second, the True Dragon runes on the arrow exploded!
The Vermilion Bird descendant, whose body was as massive as a mountain and whose strength rivaled a Supreme, didn't even struggle for a single second before it was completely blown apart in the sky!
At once—
The Sky Weeping phenomenon appeared again!
Endless rain of divine-bird blood, mixed with golden feathers and shattered bones, poured down from the sky, burning the mountains and rivers below into ashes!
One arrow!
Another arrow!
The True Dragon became an arrow, nailing a divine bird from a hundred thousand li away!
…
At the same time, the Douluo Continent.
After the True Dragon divine arrow nailed the Vermilion Bird in the sky, the entire Spirit Hall fell into absolute silence.
Everyone stared at the shocking scene on the Sky Screen, their mouths agape, unable to recover for a long time.
As the Pope, Bibi Dong had completely collapsed back onto her papal throne.
The papal robe symbolizing supreme honor was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to her back.
Even the scepter in her hand slipped from her grasp with a clang, rolling to the center of the hall without anyone daring to pick it up.
Not just her.
Below, Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and even the Grand Worship Qian Daoliu, who had been hidden in the shadows, along with the other top experts of Spirit Hall, all looked like puppets whose souls had been stripped away.
They stared blankly at the Sky Screen.
Within their eyes, aside from the Vermilion Bird nailed to the sky and the continuing rain of blood—
Nothing else remained.
Gulp.
"So… that's an arrow from that world?"
"Even more terrifying than the one that killed the Titan Giant Ape earlier!"
After a long while, Qian Daoliu finally swallowed hard and spoke with a trembling voice.
Let alone his proud Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo cultivation—
Even if the Angel God personally descended, she would probably be reduced to nothing by the aftershock of that arrow!
Forget blocking it.
She likely wouldn't even qualify to see the arrow's trajectory.
"Too terrifying… Is this the foundation of that world?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was equally pale with fright. His usual flamboyant elegance had completely vanished, replaced by sheer terror and despair.
Then he pointed toward the Sky Screen, where enormous warships and divine beasts continued to pass by.
His voice trembled as he said,
"Did you see it?"
"That Emperor of the Ziwei Imperial Dynasty travels with nine dragons pulling his carriage!"
"Those are dragons! Each one's aura is over ten thousand times stronger than that of the Sky Azure Bull Python!"
"And yet such terrifying dragons are pulling his palace carriage? There are even nine of them! My heavens!"
"And that prince… he only picked up trash three times and became a Heavenly God Realm expert!"
"The Heavenly God Realm…"
"I don't know what level that corresponds to here, but just the name alone tells you that it's a true god!"
"Probably far stronger than the gods of our world."
"And we struggle and cultivate for decades, risking our lives just to reach the Titled Douluo level."
"But someone there becomes a god just by picking up trash?"
At this point, Yue Guan sighed and shook his head, his face filled with loneliness.
The enormous gap made every Titled Douluo present feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
They were like frogs fighting over rotten food at the bottom of a well—
Suddenly, they witnessed Kunpeng soaring in the sky.
Only then did they realize how vast the world was…
And how insignificant they themselves were.
Hearing Yue Guan's words, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart.
"Especially that Emperor."
"With just a single glance, he almost caused Zhu Zhuqing, who had already reached the Great Perfection of the Blood Transformation Realm, to die on the spot."
"If that old nanny hadn't intervened, Zhu Zhuqing would probably already be dead."
At this thought, Bibi Dong felt a chill run down her spine.
She considered herself the chosen of the Rakshasa God, possessing Twin Martial Souls, a once-in-a-century genius of the Douluo Continent.
But if she had stood in Zhu Zhuqing's place—
Facing that Emperor's gaze…
Could she have survived?
The answer was obvious.
Her fate would have been far worse.
She would likely have been reduced to ashes instantly, leaving not even a trace behind.
"It seems we truly have been frogs at the bottom of a well for far too long."
Bibi Dong closed her eyes tiredly and murmured.
"But… this may also be an opportunity."
Opening her eyes again, she continued:
"The stronger that world is, the more terrifying the Primordial Immortal Court must be."
"And that also means if Xue'er enters the Immortal Court and climbs that ladder of connections…"
"The future of my entire Spirit Hall will be limitless!"
"Pass down my order!"
With a wave of her hand, Bibi Dong used her soul power to retrieve the scepter from the floor and gripped it tightly.
"Closely monitor Zhu Zhuqing's movements!"
"And record every piece of experience and information."
"It may be needed for Xue'er in the future."
…
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy, on the training ground.
The place that was once filled with laughter had fallen into utter silence.
Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, and the other teachers, along with Oscar and Ning Rongrong, all looked like frost-struck eggplants.
Their faces were ashen, and their legs were weak as they stared at the fleeting scene on the Sky Screen.
"Th-that… was that a phoenix?"
Oscar held a sausage that had gone limp in his hand.
He stared blankly at the Vermilion Bird exploding into a rain of blood on the Sky Screen, his entire body trembling violently.
"My heavens… Even that kind of divine beast was shot down like a wild chicken?"
"How terrifying must the one who fired that arrow be?"
"Could it be a True Immortal?"
At this moment, Oscar looked at the arrow and felt his teeth chattering.
He stiffly turned his head, his face pale as he looked at the equally trembling Zhao Wuji.
"Teacher Zhao… before this, we were thinking that if Boss Dai and Zhuqing came back, maybe we could benefit from their connections."
"But now it looks like that's not benefiting from their light…"
"That's getting splashed by their blood!"
"That Supreme only roared once and killed countless people from hundreds of thousands of li away!"
"And what was that Sky Weeping thing? It's terrifying! When someone dies, the sky rains blood?!"
"In an environment like that, forget treasure hunting."
"Can Zhuqing really survive there?"
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji was drenched in sweat as well.
The muscles he was so proud of were trembling uncontrollably, his skin covered in goosebumps.
Let alone a Supreme whose roar could shake the land for millions of li…
End of Chapter