Chapter 592: Killing You in the Dragon Den

Chapter 592: Killing You in the Dragon Den

"Huh!"

The Southern Dragon King stared into the calm gray eyes of the Northern Flood Dragon, his breath suddenly becoming several times heavier.

It was unimaginable for the Southern Dragon King that these people from the Northern Flood had come to abandon themselves.

What made the Southern Dragon King even more anxious was the behavior of the Nanyang Sect Leader from start to finish, as if everything, including the reaction of the Virtue Immortal, was within the control of the other party!

This was the most terrifying thing, and it was also the thing that he couldn't understand.

At this thought, he quickly put down his right palm, which was still counting, and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "Even without them, relying solely on myself, would I be afraid of a few of you?"

"However..."

The Southern Dragon King's tone changed, and he swallowed, trying to keep his voice calm. "I serve the Immortal's decree to guard the Dragon Den. I don't want to engage in meaningless slaughter. Let's put the past behind us, and from now on, there will be no more entanglements between the Southern Dragon Palace and the Seven Sects. You do your Immortal Sect, and I'll guard my Dragon Den. We'll stay out of each other's way..."

In just a few words, it seemed like the Southern Dragon King was still putting on a show, but in reality, he had already resigned himself to letting the Southern Flood be governed by the Seven Sons.

Even Qi Yan Sheng couldn't help but admire this old dragon, who had managed to survive in various chaotic situations. His cautious personality was such that he wouldn't take even the slightest risk.

However, the next moment, under the silent gaze of Shen Yi, the Southern Dragon King's face began to twitch as if nothing he said could move the young man before him.

A strong sense of crisis emerged from the depths of his heart.

Instinctively, he raised his palm, trying to tear the ink-colored robe in front of him, taking the initiative!

The strength of a late-stage Heaven Realm dragon demon's physical body could be glimpsed from how quickly Qi Yan Sheng's spell was broken earlier.

But before the dragon's claw could reach out, a fist peak had already fiercely slammed into its face.

In an instant, the boundless emerald waves suddenly surged, with Shen Yi standing at the center of the turmoil. The surrounding heaven and earth's energy boiled, giving this slightly thin silhouette a majestic aura as if it were a towering mountain!

Sacred Mountain Tranquil Sky!

The violent rumbling sound echoed once more, and the power of this punch far surpassed the previous whip kick, making the Southern Dragon King, caught off guard, feel the true terror of Shen Yi's full strength.

The ferocious dragon's head instantly deformed, and shattered bone fragments pierced through its skin. The scorching dragon blood turned its entire face into a crimson mess.

Crack! Crack! The majestic figure of the Southern Dragon King flew backward like a torn sack, crashing into and shattering a suspended treasure mountain.

Qi Yan Sheng quickly gathered his spell, reassembling the upside-down mountain.

After all, the people above might not have gone too far yet.

"..."

Ye Jiu glanced at Shen Yi with astonishment, never expecting that the young Sect Leader's display of power, which had already shocked him, was not even the other party's full strength.

But as the Sky Sword Sect Leader, he was most adept at killing, and he wouldn't let such a perfect opportunity slip by.

Ye Jiu threw the Flowing Light forward and clapped his palms crisply.

This Flowing Light Long Sword was his first spell after breaking through the Heaven Realm, but unlike other cultivators, his remaining two spells were also derived from further cultivation of this Flowing Light Long Sword.

This resulted in Ye Jiu having too many weaknesses, but in terms of sheer killing power, he far surpassed Qi Yan Sheng, who was at the same cultivation level.

The Flowing Light quickly dispersed into five paths, fleeing in all directions.

The next moment, the Flowing Light transformed into a solid sword shape several hundred meters long, falling from above at a profound angle, locking the shattered and reassembled upside-down mountain firmly in place.

"Slash!"

Ye Jiu vigorously waved his sleeve, and as his words fell, the blue sky and green sea were enveloped in a sea of blades, as if to blind and deafen all within range. The sharp sword's roar was incessant, piercing through the air.

Buzz—

The sword-shaped Flowing Light fell with a boom, and even before it made contact, it shattered the upside-down mountain once again with its sharp aura.

Amidst the flying debris, a terrifying yellow shadow finally emerged. The majestic figure of the Southern Dragon King, in front of this demon's true form, was only slightly larger than an ant.

Only the bloodstained dragon's head could still identify its original identity.

"Roar!"

The yellow plague venomous dragon writhed and rose, but no matter how it tried, it couldn't escape the range of the Flowing Light sword formation. Driven to desperation, it frantically extended its claws, forcibly grabbing onto the sword-shaped Flowing Light.

When its flesh came into contact with the sword light, it emitted a crisp sound like metal clashing.

In just an instant, the Southern Dragon King's scales, comparable to defensive artifacts, shattered one after another, and blood quickly dyed the surrounding waters dark red.

"Ye Jiu! You're courting death!"

Amidst the furious dragon's roar, the Southern Dragon King extended its four claws, swatting away a sword light with its tail. It then transformed into a blood dragon, with a gaping wound on its tail that revealed the bone beneath.

Having paid such a heavy price, it tightly grasped the sword light, its crimson eyes sweeping over the three people, and then it crushed them!

"Huff."

Although Ye Jiu's expression was calm, his face paled for a moment, indicating that the breaking of his spell had also affected him significantly.

However, he merely waved his hand slightly, and the Flowing Light Long Sword reassembled, returning to his palm.

A blood-stained sword only grows more excited, and one can discern its intent from the increasingly rapid breathing.

"Do you think I fear you?"

The Southern Dragon King's expression becomes increasingly ferocious, as if the bloodthirst has awakened his wildness.

A great demon, always capable of hiding its strength, reveals its terrifying survival instinct when faced with death, an instinct beyond the comprehension of ordinary beings.

"You go too far!"

It emits another dragon roar, taking the initiative to attack, with the target being the youth in the ink-black robe above.

As he completely lets go and engages in a life-or-death struggle, the surging demon energy from the old dragon's body is so powerful that it startles the entire Southern Flood.

Facing this dragon demon that occupies their entire field of vision, yet still impossible to perceive its entirety, as it pounces forward, Shen Yi remains calm. He slowly takes a step forward.

Immediately, a pitch-black and gloomy grand manor swiftly appears behind him.

The sound of gurgling springs fills the air, and the long bridge is severed.

Shen Yi stands deep within this Supreme Nether Mansion, his hair gently swaying, and his indifferent eyes gaze quietly at the Southern Dragon King as it crashes into the mansion.

Unlike when dealing with the Ke Family Prince and Qi Zhaoyi, he doesn't attempt to suppress the dragon with the Sacred Mountain Tranquil Technique.

All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges within the body beneath the ink-black robe.

Shen Yi merges with the blue sky, and when he reappears, he stands atop the Southern Dragon King's head, his small stature in stark contrast to the dragon's massive horns, which look like two pillars supporting the sky.

However, no matter how frenzied the old dragon's movements are, Shen Yi's figure remains steady without a hint of wavering.

Under the watchful eyes of Ye Jiu and Qi Yan Sheng, the youth fearlessly extends his palms and slams them onto the dragon's head. In an instant, the terrifyingly massive dragon body seems to freeze.

The next moment, as if burdened by three mountains and five peaks, it struggles under the weight and plunges downward.

Boom!!!

Under Shen Yi's suppression, the Southern Dragon King falls straight into the Supreme Nether Mansion, trapped within, the dense black aura, like a beast that has smelled blood, rages and engulfs its enormous body.

"Ah—"

The Southern Dragon King's shrill and miserable howl echoes in the blue sea, as if enduring unbearable torment.

Demons rarely cultivate their divine souls, as they are the favorites of heaven and earth, and even without tempering, their souls can perfectly control these terrifying demon bodies. Their strength is such that cultivators can only sigh in admiration.

However, the lack of tempering also means they haven't endured hardships.

The Supreme Nether Mansion is not a benevolent method; it aims to devour demon souls.

"Tsk."

Hearing the shrill sound, Ye Jiu glances at the Nether Mansion with some apprehension, but his hand movements don't slow down in the slightest.

Shen Yi's consecutive actions have far exceeded his imagination.

With a cultivator's body, he forcefully suppresses a dragon demon and pins it in place, unable to move.

This is probably the best opportunity he has encountered in his life, and he must not let it slip by.

Ye Jiu raises his palm, and the flowing light in his palm flickers, unlike before, it becomes more restrained, no longer transforming into hundreds of zhang of sword light, but instead, becomes more subtle, eventually resembling a needle.

No need for discussion, as long as they each perform their respective skills, it will be the best cooperation among the three.

"Universe Sword."

Ye Jiu closes his eyes and mutters to himself.

This is the most powerful killing move he has deduced in his life, created specifically for the Southern Dragon King, though he never imagined he would actually have a chance to use it.

The Radiant Light Long Sword moves forward slowly.

Wherever it passes, whether it's the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the turbid water waves, or even the demon blood spilling from the Southern Dragon King, they are all quietly devoured.

With every ten zhang forward, the sword's aura doubles.

"Kill!"

Ye Jiu suddenly opens his eyes, and with a loud shout, the slowly advancing long sword abruptly disappears from its original position.

This Sky Sword Sect Leader, once a sword in Qin Jiaoyang's hand, is now wielded by Shen Yi, retaining its sharpness and killing intent, perfectly executing the Southern Yang Sect Leader's command.

The Southern Dragon King howls within the Supreme Nether Mansion, roars in front of Qi Yan Sheng's wildly smashing Purple-Gold Treasure Mountain, but falls silent before this sword.

It raises its head abruptly, looking into the void, and then its gaze shifts to Ye Jiu.

"..."

On the Southern Dragon King's hideous face, the fear is real, the unbearable torment is real, but the wildness in the gaping blood basin, like a beast fighting for its life, is also genuine!

Ye Jiu seems to sense something.

He turns around instinctively.

He sees that behind Qi Yan Sheng, at some point, a towering figure formed from yellow mist has appeared, sticking closely to him.

On the blurred face, where the mouth should be, a gaping hole has formed, as if silently laughing.

Watching the yellow mist figure's claws reach for Qi Yan Sheng's chest, Ye Jiu's fingertips tremble slightly.

He almost forgot... the Southern Dragon King's true form is a Yellow Plague Venom Dragon, and its earlier pathetic display has caused people to overlook its innate divine ability, which it hasn't used until now.

This damn eel had actually cultivated its venomous poison into a clone.

The Universe Sword was born to slay the Southern Dragon King.

But Ye Jiu did indeed fall into a brief daze, so much so that even he himself didn't notice the changes at his fingertips.

The next moment, the vanished sword light didn't slash towards the Southern Dragon King, who was suppressed by Shen Yi, but instead swept towards that towering figure of yellow mist.

"That's why I've always said you fools can't amount to anything."

The long sword pierced through Qi Yansheng's side, swallowing up most of the yellow mist figure.

But Ye Jiu heard a mocking voice in his ear.

"You save your fellow disciples, and I can even endure the death of my own son before me. What do you have to win me with?!"

Accompanied by a grating, sinister laugh, after accumulating enough strength, the Dragon Demon's tail, wider than a river, lashed out directly, heavily striking Ye Jiu's body. It slammed this late-stage Heaven Realm expert, who had lost his Flowing Light divine ability, onto another upside-down mountain.

Boom—

As the mountain rocks shattered, Ye Jiu's Sect Leader Robe became tattered. For a Heaven Realm cultivator, broken bones and fractured limbs were nothing. What was truly life-threatening was the demonic energy that had been infused into his body, frantically eroding his Dao Embryo's five viscera, causing his skin to be covered in spider web-like scarlet marks.

Despite such severe injuries, Ye Jiu didn't make a sound, just staring blankly ahead.

After ten thousand years of sinking, his sword had finally rusted.

In the past, as long as Qin Jiaoyang gave the order, not to mention Qi Yansheng, even if Qin Jiaoyang himself faced a life-and-death crisis, Ye Jiu would never have spared a glance.

But now, he began to have his own thoughts.

For a sword, this was a great sin.

Ye Jiu looked at Shen Yi in silence, his voice hoarse and barely discernible: "Sorry..."

With so much preparation, creating such a perfect opportunity to kill the Southern Dragon King, one could say it was a sure thing. It was no wonder he was worthy of the name of the Nanyang Sect Leader, and he had even done a hundred times better! The only mistake was trusting a rusty, worn-out, useless sword.

Qi Yansheng stood in a daze, not knowing what to say.

"..."

Shen Yi felt the dragon head under his palm trembling madly. The Supreme Nether Mansion had already destroyed most of this old dragon's divine consciousness, but the strength of this demonic body still exceeded his expectations.

Being able to suppress it for so long was already his limit.

Although it was a bit regrettable, these two seniors had actually done quite well. If it weren't for their help, relying solely on himself, even if the Southern Dragon King left the Dragon Den, he could still roam without fear.

"Huff."

Shen Yi slowly straightened his body and nodded lightly at the two of them.

In Qi Yansheng and Ye Jiu's dazed gaze, they saw the young man exhale lightly, his eyes returning to calm. Then, he reached out and grabbed into the blue sea, pulling out a golden-patterned dark blade.

"Roar!"

The Southern Dragon King, who was almost driven to madness, finally broke free and charged out towards the Supreme Nether Mansion.

Even at this moment, with the opportunity to kill all three of them here, it still didn't hesitate for a moment. With a strong desire to survive, its only thought was to return to the Dragon Den first!

"Shen Yi—"

Ye Jiu's words were unclear, but his eyes showed his anxiety, guilt, and self-blame.

He seemed to have guessed Shen Yi's thoughts, but he couldn't stop him at all.

This Nanyang Sect Leader clearly wanted to fight the Dragon King alone!

Impossible. Without his restrictions, this old eel, even if it endured its injuries, could definitely return to the Dragon Den.

And at that time, how would Shen Yi face the old eel with the support of the Dragon Den?

"Quick... quickly stop him..."

"..."

Qi Yansheng couldn't imagine that he would hear these words from Ye Jiu, the one with the worst temper.

Because of his own reasons, he had already caused great trouble for Shen Zongzhu, and he couldn't let this trouble continue to grow.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and abandoned Ye Jiu, rushing forward.

But the next moment, Qi Yansheng's figure was forced to stop in place.

Shen Yi appeared below the Southern Dragon King, still in the posture of an ant facing a mountain. He delivered a whip kick, fiercely kicking the abdomen of the Dragon Demon.

The heavens and earth rolled, and the blue sea churned.

The enormous figure that blotted out the sky and sun tumbled in the vast power, flying out of the water's surface.

Shen Yi tightened his grip on the blade, and a thousand-foot golden blade pierced through the water and land.

With an unperturbed expression, he raised his eyes and waved his hand, and the golden blade swept across the sky, slicing open the Southern Dragon King's abdomen with a 'puchi' sound! Blood and intestines splattered, dyeing the entire sky red.

Without a moment's hesitation.

Shen Yi held the long blade and leaped out of the water, chasing after the fleeing old dragon.

"I, what do I have to stop it with?"

When the two figures disappeared at the edge of the horizon, Qi Yansheng turned back in a daze.

Ye Jiu didn't respond, remaining silent for a long time before finally closing his eyes with bitterness. He murmured, "It's right, we can't amount to anything, we'll only keep burdening every Nanyang Sect Leader."

"This is already... the second one."

(End of Chapter)

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