X-Dragon Era-Chapter 722 - s 508-509: In Full Swing_2

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With the appearance of the two Emperor Sword Dragons, Cang Mang finally began to feel a bit of tension. Although such a combination was not enough to defeat him, he didn't dare to be careless. A slight oversight could lead him into a disadvantageous situation, and if he lost this move, it was very likely that the referee would ultimately judge him the loser.

As Cang Mang pondered, Yi Luo Xiang didn't care about that much. Since the match had already started, everything was in play. With a wave of her right hand, the Purple and Green Emperors crossed over and rushed toward the Death Sha Long with a howl.

Facing the lightning-fast charge of the Death Sha Long, Cang Mang gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, confident that such an attack wouldn't harm him. He had at least a hundred ways to break such an attack.

While thinking, Cang Mang smiled slightly, preparing to launch an attack to meet force with force and forcefully repel the opponent. At that moment, across from him, Yi Luo Xiang beautifully raised her right hand—Soul Lash!

As Yi Luo Xiang made her move, Cang Mang felt a thunderous roar inside his brain and stars before his eyes. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the Purple and Green Emperors had already crossed past the Death Sha Long!

"Boom..." In the dull sound, accompanied by the full-strength blow of the Purple and Green Emperors, the Death Sha Long, like a burst sandbag, was instantly turned into millions of grains of sand, scattering in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Yi Luo Xiang was astonishingly startled. In her prior estimations, she had never thought everything would go so smoothly. Was it too easy?

Amidst her doubts, Yi Luo Xiang's hand movements weren't slow. At the instant when the millions of sand particles tried to consolidate, she gently pushed her right hand, and Soul Impact was activated instantly. The original attempt of the millions of sand grains to gather was scattered once again. At the same time, Yi Luo Xiang's Soul Ripple spread out silently and forcefully, scanning everything.

Quickly! The effect of the Soul Impact ended, and all the sand grains sped toward the center. At the same time, Yi Luo Xiang was rapidly scanning with her Soul Ripple. Finally... just as the millions of sand grains were about to converge, Yi Luo Xiang's eyes lit up. With a swift wave of her right hand—Ghost Butterfly! Soul Chain! Soul Severing, Soul Enslavement!

A series of four combat techniques and abilities were released in rapid succession, almost simultaneously as Yi Luo Xiang finished releasing them, the Death Sha Long reformed. Gently lowering her hand, Yi Luo Xiang's gorgeous face revealed a stunning smile.

Meanwhile, across from Yi Luo Xiang, Cang Mang's face was full of shock. With just a moment's inattention, he had suffered a series of violent blows in a short period. Though he hadn't been defeated, he had undoubtedly been severely hit. If he didn't quickly come up with a plan, he would certainly lose once the match time was up!

Thinking quickly, Cang Mang swiftly looked up, cautiously gazing toward Yi Luo Xiang. This girl was not merely endowed with beauty but also unimaginable wisdom and a monstrous strength. In her presence, any carelessness was foolish!

"What!" Just as he looked up, Cang Mang exclaimed in astonishment. Upon looking, Yi Luo Xiang had already turned around, steering the Ghost Butterfly toward the rest area. What was happening? Could it be... she already knew she couldn't beat him and was conceding?

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As Cang Mang was thrown into uncertainty, the referee's voice resounded loudly: "The match ends here, the victor... the Fantasy Dream Team—Yi Luo Xiang!"

"Wow!" With the referee's shout, in that instant... the entire spectator stands erupted into chaos. In fact... not only was Cang Mang confused, but all the spectators below were utterly befuddled, with no one understanding how the outcome had been decided!

In the face of this scene, Yi Luo Xiang smirked mysteriously. The next moment... the field suddenly fell silent. Under everyone's gaze, a multitude of sand grains suddenly gathered around Cang Mang's body atop the Death Sha Long. Then... with a roar, Cang Mang, still not understanding what had happened, was fiercely flung out.

"What... what's happening here?" Seeing this, all the spectators fell silent, incredulously watching as Cang Mang plummeted helplessly through midair.

At that moment, the referee loudly explained: "The match has ended. Although we don't know how it was accomplished, it's evident that Cang Mang's Death Sha Long has been captured by the opponent, losing all connection to Cang Mang. Having lost his dragon, Cang Mang has been eliminated..."

Following the referee's voice, the next moment... the Death Sha Long suddenly dispersed, instantly transforming into a sky full of sand, howling as it chased after Yi Luo Xiang. The black mist encircled the gleefully circling Ghost Butterfly as if it was frolicking.

Seeing this, everyone understood. Although no one knew exactly what had happened, there was no doubt that Cang Mang had lost, and lost terribly at that, even losing his dragon. His strength was probably hit back to the initial stage, and it would probably require a restart to recover.

It was quite perplexing, utterly baffling, and incredibly magical. From beginning to end, not to mention the audience, even Cang Mang himself didn't know how he lost, let alone understand how his dragon was instantly captured by the opponent. It was a mystery how all of this was achieved!

Even the referee had relied on Soul System and Spiritual System detection to keenly perceive the changes in the soul of the Death Sha Long. Although he didn't know how it was done, there was no doubt that the soul of the Death Sha Long had been replaced and further enslaved by Yi Luo Xiang. Since the dragon had been enslaved, the person had definitely lost. If Yi Luo Xiang wanted to crush Cang Mang, it would just take a mere thought.