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"Dragon-Slaying Technique!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the sea of ​​fire. The Black Dragon recognized the voice all too well; it clearly came from his mortal enemy, Wei Zheng.

How could he be here? Black Dragon was momentarily stunned and couldn't react in time.

Some people's bodies often react faster than their minds. Well, it's not that they act without thinking, but rather that it's a matter of physical instinct.

The Black Dragon was such a being; the moment he heard Wei Zheng's voice, his body reacted to fight, and the anger in his mind surged up instantly.

However, it was still a step too late.

Fu Jiu and his team laid so much groundwork, even sacrificing many members of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, all for this moment of the Black Dragon's momentary lapse in judgment!

One second he thought he was fighting with the White Shark Gang or some other unknown small force, but the next second he found his old rival in front of him.

No one can adapt to sudden changes instantly, not even fifth or sixth-tier powerhouses.

Heilong's eyes visibly glazed over for a moment, his thoughts slowing down slightly, and this was exactly the moment Wei Zheng had been waiting for!

He had forgotten how long he had been charging up his power for this strike!

Watching helplessly as One-Eyed and his men were repeatedly utterly defeated by Black Dragon, even nearly dying, Wei Zheng felt as if a raging fire was burning in his chest. These were all his brothers!

When he chose those brothers as bait, his heart was bleeding. If those men hadn't known their days were numbered and offered themselves up, Wei Zheng wouldn't have known whether he should have agreed to Fu Jiu's plan.

He had been waiting and preparing for this strike for far too long. It contained not only the chilling aura of the blade, but also Wei Zheng's burning anger and deep-seated expectations.

Kill him! Kill him! As long as we kill the Black Dragon, no more brothers will die tragically at the hands of the Black Dragon Society, and everyone can live well without fighting and killing every day.

And so, to the astonishment of the Black Dragon, Wei Zheng swung his sword down. In his haste, the Black Dragon didn't even have time to lift his Azure Scale Greatsword, and could only use his arm to firmly protect his head to avoid being beheaded.

"laugh--"

The incredibly hard dragon scales on his arm only held out for a moment before being sliced ​​open by the guillotine, and dark red blood gushed out.

Previously, many people saw Wei Zheng being overwhelmed by the Black Dragon in front of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, and mistakenly believed that the Black Dragon was stronger than Wei Zheng.

In fact, these are all people's misconceptions. Wei Zheng fought with the Black Dragon for so many years. If he were weaker than the Black Dragon, wouldn't he have been swallowed alive by the Black Dragon long ago?

The reason he was able to fight the black dragon to a standstill was because of his Dragon-Slaying Technique, which was specifically designed to counter dragons.

The dragon's hard dragon scales were much less effective against this celestial guillotine, or rather, the guillotine, in combination with the Dragon Slaying Technique, was designed to break through dragon scales.

In the past, when fighting against the Black Dragon, Wei Zheng had repeatedly escaped danger by relying on this Immortal Guillotine and the Dragon-Slaying Technique.

After the previous battle, Heilong had exhausted much of his strength. He carelessly caught Wei Zheng's knife with his bare hands, and the result was predictable.

The left arm was severed at the elbow, with dark red blood splattered all over the ground.

The right arm wasn't as badly injured as the left, but the bone was still damaged; the sharp guillotine nearly cleaved the arm in two.

"Wei Zheng! Wei Zheng! It's you again?!"

The black dragon roared to the sky, the intense pain constantly stimulating his remaining rationality, and the anger in his mind erupted like a volcano.

"Damn it!! I'm going to kill you!!"

Black Dragon's face was contorted with rage. He couldn't understand what Wei Zheng's relationship was with those people, or with the White Shark Gang, but he knew he had fallen into Wei Zheng's trap.

"Haha, those who kill will be killed in return. Black Dragon, you never thought you'd end up like this, did you?" Wei Zheng laughed heartily, having been suppressed by Black Dragon for the past ten years.

Black Dragon is a madman. He'll cause you trouble, but you can't cause him trouble in return, or you'll just be making trouble for yourself. Everyone knows how terrifying Black Dragon can be when he goes crazy.

"Ahem... Pavilion Master Wei, this is not the time for idle chatter." Fu Jiu stood up while coughing.

The Qi and Blood Fruit he had just swallowed was now taking effect in his stomach, rapidly repairing his shocking injuries.

Fighting the Black Dragon comes at a price, and even with the Blood-Blood Fruit protecting him, Fu Jiu still suffers greatly.

"Understood, leave the rest to me!" Wei Zheng patted his chest and said, the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine in his hand humming softly, as if it were excited, or perhaps it was yearning, yearning to drink the blood of the black dragon.

This celestial guillotine has quite a history. When he became a fourth-tier powerhouse, he not only awakened some of his past life memories, but also obtained the spirit of the celestial guillotine he used to slay the dragon in his previous life. Later, he fused the spirit of the celestial guillotine into a guillotine blade, which resulted in this spiritual weapon.

It can be said that this guillotine is the reincarnation of the immortal guillotine that Wei Zheng used in his previous life. In his previous life, he used this guillotine to cut off the Dragon King's head. Why can't he use the same guillotine to cut off the Black Dragon's head in this life?

Black Dragon's eyes were bloodshot as he drew the Azure Scaled Blade stuck in the ground to block Wei Zheng's attack.

Unfortunately, the Azure Scale Blade had already developed cracks when it collided with Sun Xiaoman's Golden Cudgel. Before it could be repaired, it fought against Bai Qi and the others, which deepened the cracks on the blade.

The azure dragon-scale broadsword clashed with Wei Zheng's Immortal-Slaying Guillotine. The black dragon, having lost an arm, was completely at a disadvantage, its strength less than half of its peak.

With a "crack," the Azure Scale Greatsword finally broke in two, the shattered blade falling to the ground.

Black Dragon held a broken sword in his hand, his face contorted with rage, and his eyes were filled with fury as he looked at Wei Zheng.

"Wei Zheng! Wei Zheng! Wei Zheng!"

As he kept chanting Wei Zheng's name, the last thread of reason in Black Dragon's mind snapped completely.

With its remaining hand, the black dragon reached for the dragon horn on its head, and to the utter horror of Wei Zheng and the others, the black dragon snapped the horn off with a "crack".

"Holy crap, is this even possible?!" Wei Zheng was stunned. He had fought the Black Dragon for so many years, but today it felt like he was seeing the Black Dragon in a completely new light.

Although everyone knew that Black Dragon was crazy and would even kill his own henchmen when he went berserk, they never expected that Black Dragon would be so ruthless as to not even spare themselves.

By the way, can that dragon horn be put back on after it's broken off?

"Damn, that's ruthless!" One-Eye's eye almost popped out of its socket. What kind of crazy move is this? The dragon horns on its head can be broken off and used as weapons?

Bai Qi's eye twitched. Why were all the experts above the fourth rank he had met so strange? Was this a common problem among cultivators above the fourth rank?

Blood kept seeping from the black dragon's head. Of course, it would be strange if it didn't bleed, since the dragon's horns had been broken off.

Dark red blood flowed from the corner of his eye, dripping from his chin to the ground, leaving a bright red mark on the black dragon's face.

"Wei Zheng! I want you dead!"

Black Dragon's eyes had turned completely bloodshot as he stared intently at Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng felt a chill run down his spine, and for a moment he was at a loss because of the black dragon's strange behavior.

Only Fu Jiu's eyes lit up as he recognized the object in the black dragon's hand—the Dragon Horn Sword!

The Dragon Horn Sword is a closely guarded secret of the Dragon Clan. Generally, only dragons of the fifth rank or above can freely control their dragon horns to detach and transform into incomparably sharp horn swords.

Black Dragon accidentally removed (or broke off?) its horn ahead of time, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.

However, the current crisis cannot be reversed by a small dragon horn sword.