Chapter 89: Sword Slashing the Dragon’s Head, the Fury of Shattered Stars Awakens

It seems human predictions are never entirely accurate. When you hope something won’t happen, it happens anyway. Could it be that fate truly enjoys teasing people?

Liu Yi and July hid behind a mound, quietly observing the developments on the field. The wind blew, the clouds drifted—everything suggested an impending fierce battle. Liu Yi never expected that beyond the black dragon, this desolate forest harbored a divine beast like a white tiger. Just looking at its pair of white wings, it was clear this tiger was no ordinary creature.

At that moment, a dragon’s roar echoed across the heavens and earth. As the black dragon raised its head and roared, its massive maw opened, unleashing a fiery red flame at the white tiger. The tiger seemed terrified by the red flame; its white wings flapped wildly as it performed an aerial somersault to dodge it. But it didn’t stop there. With a fierce swipe of its right claw, three glowing blades shot out, aiming straight at the black dragon’s head.

The black dragon, having cultivated for thousands of years, knew full well the power of the white tiger. Being a celestial being, it naturally had the upper hand in the sky. Though huge, it moved gracefully, avoiding the three glowing blades with a slight movement. The dark clouds behind it were instantly torn apart by the blades, only to heal again shortly after.

The white tiger let out a deafening roar, clearly furious. Its emerald-green eyes burned brighter as it opened its massive mouth, flapped its white wings, and charged forward, biting at the black dragon.

Even a demon that had cultivated for thousands of years could become uncontrollably wild under the influence of frenzied blood, unleashing its primal instincts. It no longer used its divine powers but relied on its most basic weapons—teeth and claws—to engage in a true beast-vs-beast struggle.

Liu Yi and July watched in horror. It wasn’t so much the astonishing divine powers at play but rather this primal madness and deep-seated fury, which revealed to them the world within the ancient deities’ legends.

The white tiger rushed at the black dragon at lightning speed, opening its massive mouth to bite its neck. Yet the black dragon’s scales were as hard as steel. No matter how sharp the tiger’s teeth, they couldn’t pierce them even slightly. The black dragon, equally enraged, shook its body trying to shake off the tiger clinging to it. But the tiger’s four claws were firmly embedded in the scales, keeping it firmly in place as it continued to bite the black dragon’s head with its massive teeth.

Suddenly, the black dragon swung its steel-hard tail at the tiger. With a loud crash, the tiger, unprepared, plummeted to the ground like a kite with its string cut. Another loud explosion followed as its massive body created a crater dozens of feet wide.

Seemingly badly injured by the tail swing, the white tiger couldn’t stand up for a moment. The black dragon raised its head and stretched out, firing another fiery red fireball. Afraid of the fireball, the tiger rolled away from the crater despite its pain. Looking back, it saw that the crater had been doubled in depth by the red fireball. What terrifying fire—even magma wasn’t this hot.

The White Tiger endured the pain, flapped its wings to take off, and swung its claws, firing six more white light blades at the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon writhed its body and moved slightly, but still failed to dodge the last blade. With a “snap,” a large patch of its black scales was torn off by the White Tiger’s blade.

Seemingly knowing how to seize the moment, the White Tiger charged forward abruptly. Its four sharp claws pierced into the Black Dragon’s flesh in an instant. It opened its mouth, larger than a basin, and with a roar, its two long fangs sank into the Black Dragon’s waist. Green blood flowed from the dragon’s body. The sudden attack caused the Black Dragon immense pain; it immediately curled around the White Tiger tightly. The harder the White Tiger bit, the tighter the dragon wrapped itself around it. Gradually, the White Tiger stopped moving, while the dragon continued to tighten its grip. Clearly, it intended to use its physical advantage to strangle the White Tiger to death.

The White Tiger’s green eyes lost their glow. For a moment, it seemed the White Tiger would indeed be strangled to death in the sky by this Black Dragon…

At that moment, Liu Yi moved. He spoke softly, “This is the best chance. The Black Dragon is injured and engaged in battle. If my blade is precise enough, I can definitely cut it down. Stay here and don’t go out.”

With that, he stepped forward and leaped into the air, activating “Hidden Spin Nine Shadows.” With the “Float” technique, nine afterimages followed Liu Yi’s body as he soared through the clouds. In mid-air, Liu Yi suddenly stopped. As the nine afterimages slowly merged, he pulled out his sword “Sorrowful Dream” and shouted loudly, invoking the “Sorrowful Four Styles” technique—“Shattering Stars with the Sword.” In that instant, time seemed to stop around him. A green light rapidly spread from the sword’s tip down to the hilt. Black clouds descended from the sky, instantly swirling around Liu Yi’s entire body. His black leather coat fluttered in the wind, and his silver-white hair became wildly disheveled…

Using the 12th-level mental technique “Lanelfina Clear” to activate “Sorrowful Four Styles”—“Shattering Stars with the Sword,” and relying on the violent blood as the source of his strength, Liu Yi shouted again—“Slash!”

A green sword shadow released a purple, spinning light blade, which shot toward the Black Dragon in a circular motion! A loud noise came from behind the Black Dragon—clearly, the purple spinning blade had pierced its body and released its unspent force on the ground behind it.

The Black Dragon was already fighting the White Tiger; it had no idea anyone else was nearby, let alone that the blade wielded by this person was impossible for it to dodge. By the time it saw the sword being drawn, the blade had already penetrated its skull deeply. Its red eyes showed no reaction. With a “thud,” the dragon’s head hit the ground, but its body continued to twist in the air. Finally, as Liu Yi sheathed his sword, the dragon’s body fell to the ground, creating a cloud of dust with a “bang.”

Liu Yi’s clothes stopped fluttering, and the black clouds gradually dispersed. He landed on the ground, looking at the two divine beasts with a hint of awe. Was this their primal nature? He possessed violent blood, and during full moon nights, his heart would be consumed by celestial fire. At those times, he would become as mad as them. Sometimes, he wondered what he really was now.

Just then, the White Tiger let out a fierce roar and also fainted. It seemed that fighting against the Black Dragon had exhausted too much of its energy. At that moment, July ran up from behind. She would never believe that the man before her was a fortune-teller anymore. His swordsmanship seemed to have reached the pinnacle of the sword art, achieving a state of such ethereality that it was impossible to tell whether he had actually drawn his sword or not. In her entire life, July had never seen anyone faster with a sword than him…
Perhaps his sword would become a legend, or perhaps it would give rise to an entire martial world. For in this world, nothing can surpass speed—clearly, this man in black with white hair had already achieved that…
But no one knew that to reach such a pinnacle, he had sacrificed everything, including his broken heart!