Chapter 1788: The Power of Space!
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Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 1788: The Power of Space!

"Die for me! Coiling Dragon Art!"

A Saint Martial Barracks soldier bulged with muscle as he roared, Stellar Energy exploding from his body.

Roooar!

The torrent of Stellar Energy transformed into large serpents and snakes that wriggled into his spear as it stabbed at True Lord Yellow Dragon.

This strike packed enormous power, creating a sonic boom as it traversed the air.

Only the best of the best could have survived up to this point in the battle, and this Saint Martial Barracks soldier was clearly one of them.

"Not knowing your own strength!"

True Lord Yellow Dragon coldly snorted, his face relaxed. He didn't even glance at that soldier, but that Saint Martial Barracks soldier charging at him felt all his Stellar Energy instantly disperse.

Everyone watched in shock as the Saint Martial Barracks soldier howled, blood erupting from his eyes, ears, and pores. Thud! The soldier plunged from the sky like a lifeless block of wood.

In the entire process, True Lord Yellow Dragon hadn't even moved a muscle.

Someone pointed at the sky and shouted, "What is that!?"

Whoooah!

Everyone soon saw the oddity in the sky. At the point where the Saint Martial Barracks soldier had begun his descent, there was a translucent, human-shaped figure floating, twisting and struggling, apparently screaming in pain. And upon close examination, this was clearly the now-deceased Saint Martial Barracks soldier on the ground.

"Captain!"

The remnants of the Saint Martial Barracks cried out, their eyes red. But the others who witnessed this scene reacted in a completely different manner. Whoosh! Even the First Prince's soldiers and the men in black backed away in fear.

The soul!

The yellow-robed man in the air could extract a person's soul! This was the power of a demon!

"Ignorant and puny ant! You dared to attack this god? Death is truly too good for you!"

True Lord Yellow Dragon's voice was cold and resounding. With a wave of his palm, the soul of that Saint Martial Barracks soldier immediately began to compress until it was a wisp of black smoke

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