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Chapter 593: Slaying the Dragon of Nanyang
Chapter 593: Slaying the Dragon of Nanyang
Roar!
The tranquility between the Southern Flood Territory was suddenly shattered by a piercing dragon roar.
Like the sound of a golden chime, it was deafening.
A massive shadow swept across the sky, resembling dark clouds obscuring the sun, as torrential scarlet rain poured down, staining the waters and land.
A thick, bloody smell permeated the air, causing countless creatures to look up in horror.
Whether they were cultivators, demons, mortals, or beasts, they all witnessed the enormous creature that seemed to stretch like a mountain range, its vastness beyond their sight.
A great demon hidden deep within the Southern Flood Territory, ruling over the Dragon Palace, now emitted mournful howls.
Even the most oblivious could tell that this peerless ferocious beast was desperately trying to return to the water, but its struggling body was repeatedly pulled back into the sky by an invisible, mighty force.
What kind of terrifying existence could forcibly restrain such a powerful demon?
Finally, a swiftly leaping figure caught everyone's attention.
They saw a young man holding a knife, standing atop a dragon body as vast as a mountain range. His left arm shot out, and his slender fingers tightly grasped a dragon whisker. In the next moment, he forcefully pulled this "mountain" upwards!
This shocking scene left everyone frozen in place, stunned.
The next instant, their vision turned red.
Pfft!
The golden-patterned dark blade pierced the Southern Dragon King's scale armor, tearing through its flesh and causing waves of blood to surge.
Compared to the terrifying size of the old dragon, the long blade seemed no different from a toothpick.
However, as the young man swung his arm, the initially insignificant wound on the dragon's body instantly expanded a hundredfold.
Blinding mystic gold light erupted, as if tearing the old dragon apart!
One slash after another!
Blood drenched the youth's clothes and hair, turning his originally pale face crimson, while his gray eyes remained calm.
"Roar!"
This horrifying dragonfiend was the only one in the entire Southern Flood Territory, and its pitiful state made it hard to believe...
That it was the ruler of the Southern Flood Territory, the strongest being in this land and water, the renowned Dragon King!
So, what was this Dragon King afraid of?
As the Southern Dragon King tumbled and fled across the sky of the Southern Flood Territory, someone finally recognized the young man's identity.
"Sect Master Shen?!"
The cultivators from the four subordinate forces of the Nanyang Sect were all wide-eyed.
They knew that the seven sects of the Southern Flood Territory and the Dragon Palace had been at odds for a long time.
But they never imagined it would escalate to the point of direct combat with the Dragon King.
Such a significant event that could affect the entire Southern Flood Territory had abruptly occurred before everyone's eyes, without any warning.
What was even more unbelievable was that only Sect Master Shen had taken action among the seven sects of the Southern Flood Territory.
In a one-on-one fight, he was still able to suppress the Southern Dragon King!
"Huff!"
Within Xuan Yue City, Yan Ya Jun, protected by her father, stared at the sky in a daze, her breathing becoming more rapid.
Even though she believed that Sect Master Shen was capable of anything, witnessing this scene still left her in a daze, as if struck by lightning.
A single word from the Dragon King could stir up turmoil in the Southern Flood Territory, yet in front of Sect Master Shen, he was reduced to such a pitiful state.
But why was there only one person from the Dragon Palace?
"Father, why is this happening?"
"..."
Facing his daughter's confused gaze, City Lord Yan could only offer a bitter smile.
Although his cultivation was low, he still held a position of authority and had a deep understanding of the seven sects.
Even though the seven sects had previously targeted Sect Master Shen, after the Seven Sons Assembly, anyone with a brain would understand how crucial Sect Master Shen was.
Especially when it came to slaying the Southern Dragon King, it was no laughing matter.
Such a commotion couldn't possibly escape the notice of the Seven Sons of the Southern Flood Territory.
Numerous disciples rushed out of the sacred ground, listening to the piercing dragon roar, feeling as if they were in a dream.
Before the other three sect masters could react, Ji Jing Xi had already burst out, rushing towards the direction of the dragon roar.
Her face was more solemn than ever, and in her clear eyes, a hint of fear emerged.
Three people had gone out, but now only one remained.
The Southern Dragon King appeared pitiful, but its vitality was still thriving!
Although they didn't know what unexpected turn of events had led to this situation, Ji Jing Xi could almost guess what would happen next.
Her lips trembled:
"Shen Yi, don't be impulsive..."
...
"Can you kill me? Can you?!"
The Southern Dragon King's consciousness was becoming hazy, but he still felt the suppressing force on his body weakening.
The Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art was undoubtedly a worthy Immortal Technique.
However, it could only suppress a single area, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would gradually thin out, not being inexhaustible.
"Huff."
Shen Yi stood atop the dragon's head, his wet hair sticking to his face. He held a long sword at an angle, and his entire body, which was once straight and upright, was now drenched in blood.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.
He didn't respond to the Southern Dragon King's mockery, merely gazing calmly as the dragon king plunged into the water.
Putting aside other aspects, this Dragon King's demonic body alone was the most formidable Shen Yi had ever seen.
Even though its body was covered in scales and wounds, the power within it remained vast, as if it would never tire.
"Have you accepted your fate?"
Feeling his body once again enveloped by the azure waves, the Southern Dragon King laughed breathlessly.
Returning to its most familiar place, even its crazed mind seemed to regain some clarity.
Despite facing the attack of three people, it had persisted until now.
Thus, the outcome was decided! The Southern Dragon King sprinted towards the Dragon Cavern. As long as he reached there, everything would be settled.
As for the arrogant young man on his body, it was best if he left on his own, otherwise...
Noticing that Shen Yi had no intention of leaving, the Southern Dragon King's laughter became even more hideous.
"Don't leave! It's better if you don't leave!"
Accompanied by a dragon roar, it stirred up the Southern Flood, and its massive body descended rapidly. Soon, it caught sight of the jade palace.
"Now, it's my turn!"
Perhaps due to his excitement, the Southern Dragon King didn't notice that the Jade Palace was much quieter than usual, as if it were a dead zone.
Strands of blood drifted between the jade bricks, only to be quickly dispersed by the water waves.
It transformed into a human form and landed heavily below the palace, at the entrance to the bottomless abyss.
The ancient, tattered robe could barely hold together, and its majestic figure stood hunched over, its body covered in blood and flesh, making it unrecognizable.
In an instant, a nearly tangible dragon qi wrapped around its body, swiftly healing its wounds.
The Southern Dragon King suddenly turned around, glaring at the dark-robed figure with malice, wishing to devour his flesh and bones. But soon, a cruel smile appeared on its face: "I don't know why you dared to follow, but this is my territory."
Although it was severely injured, the dragon qi could no longer help it regain its peak strength in the Heavenly Realm, but with just a moment's time, it could still recover to its prime state without issue.
Without the restraint of Qi Yansheng and Ye Jiu, dealing with just Shen Yi was more than enough.
"Your territory?"
Shen Yi stared quietly, his tone devoid of ridicule, yet it made the Southern Dragon King narrow his eyes again.
Just now, this young man had the same expression, and then things changed, allowing the Northern Flood group to leave so easily.
Now, his demeanor was identical.
Although he didn't believe that the Seven Sons of Nan Hong had the ability to threaten him at the Dragon Cavern.
But the Southern Dragon King instinctively glanced around.
It was this scan that made him sense something amiss.
The Jade Palace was too quiet, and with such a commotion, not a single one of his descendants or numerous demon soldiers had shown themselves.
The bloody scent he smelled at the tip of his nose, aside from his own, was, upon closer inspection, a mix of many familiar scents.
"The Seven Sons of Nan Hong..."
Blood flowed down his forehead into the Southern Dragon King's eyes, distorting his face even more.
No wonder only three of them had come; the rest of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong's sect leaders had come to cause chaos in his Dragon Palace.
Just as the Southern Dragon King was about to strike out in anger, using Shen Yi's life to vent his frustration, his face changed after taking a step forward.
In the dimly lit waters, dark, heavy shadows gradually emerged.
The weakest among them was at the Fusion Realm! Of course, beings of this level couldn't pose any substantial threat to the Southern Dragon King.
But this exaggerated number still made him somewhat uncertain.
Until he recognized the faces of these shadows.
The Southern Dragon King's eyes narrowed into a line.
Contrary to his imagination, these were not the Seven Sons of Nan Hong's helpers from elsewhere.
Every one of these shadows was a great demon! And they looked quite familiar.
When Han Shan Lao Zu's face appeared in his sight, the Southern Dragon King finally couldn't help but take a step back.
"You're not dead?!"
He finally recognized them; they were all demons from Western Flood.
At this moment, these great demons all gave him indifferent looks, their murderous intent almost tangible.
"You actually sided with the Seven Sons of Nan Hong."
The Southern Dragon King gritted his teeth, finally understanding the strangeness he had sensed earlier in Nan Hong.
But just as he spoke halfway, his face changed again.
What a joke, if it were truly as he had guessed, then the acting skills of the Nan Hong sect leaders were too convincing, and while he might believe others, Ye Jiu's reaction couldn't possibly be fake.
Despite the meager resources of the Seven Sects of Nan Hong, they lacked the capital to curry favor with these powerful demons.
On the contrary, the scene before it suddenly reminded it of another power.
The South Dragon King stared intently at Shen Yi, examining him several times, and incredulously asked, "The Ten Thousand Demon Hall?"
"Are you the Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall?"
Before he could finish speaking, the South Dragon King instinctively retreated into the Dragon Cavern.
The power that had turned the Western Flood upside down and managed to retreat unscathed was not something he could handle in his current state.
Just then, he collided with an even larger figure.
A hoarse whisper sounded in his ear.
"He's not the Master, he's my lord."
"I am the Eastern Chamber Lord."
"Grandfather Dragon, why aren't you kneeling..."
"Pay homage to my lord!"
The whispers suddenly rose several times, like thunderous roars!
The South Dragon King turned around abruptly and saw a dazzling humanoid dragon with a body like flowing gold.
A cruel smile played on its lips.
A pair of sharp claws had already deeply pierced its back, and ten fingers ruthlessly pinched the firm muscles, intending to tear it apart!
"Ah!"
In excruciating pain, the South Dragon King roared in agony. He fiercely swung his claws, slamming them onto Ke Shisan's shoulders, causing his towering, knotted shoulders to shatter instantly!
However, Ke Shisan's face remained unchanged, still smiling cruelly, as his claws slowly tore into the Dragon King's flesh.
"Die for me!"
The South Dragon King frantically channeled his demonic power and dragon qi, preparing to destroy the bizarre dragonfiend's body with overwhelming force. But suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine.
He turned around in terror.
The crimson robe fluttered, and Shen Yi had already stepped forward, his aura surging to the extreme. He transformed into a majestic divine mountain, causing the entire azure sky to tremble.
His long right arm slowly extended, and the blood talisman-covered palm loomed larger in the South Dragon King's vision.
Whoosh!
With the full power of the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art, Shen Yi's palm touched the intentional knife wound on the South Dragon King's neck and then forcefully penetrated it.
Amidst the scorching demon blood, he tightly grasped the South Dragon King's cervical vertebrae.
At the same time, needle-like gray mist emanated from Shen Yi's fingertips, flowing into the South Dragon King's limbs and bones.
The gray mist, forged from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Unfeeling Dao, which had gathered endless resentment, possessed a sinister aura far surpassing the pure killing intent from before.
It relentlessly eroded the South Dragon King's flesh and bones.
"You...you..."
The South Dragon King's throat was pierced, his voice unintelligible, but filled with genuine terror.
Behind him, savage demonic power surged through Ke Shisan's palms and into his body.
The crimson demon power and gray mist ravaged his body, and with his severe injuries and unhealed demonic body, the cumulative factors finally made the South Dragon King sense a hint of death.
He desperately tried to break free.
Ke Shisan pulled out his blood-soaked palms like drawing a sword and tightly embraced the South Dragon King, squeezing his body with his thick arms until it deformed and twisted!
Creak! Creak!
"Where do you think you're going..."
Ke Shisan's whisper sounded like a death sentence in the South Dragon King's ears.
He had no choice but to stare at Shen Yi's calm eyes.
Upon learning Shen Yi's true identity, the South Dragon King's entire body trembled as he saw those gray eyes again.
Even formidable demons in the Late Heavenly Realm were willing to submit to him and die for him.
The terror of the Nan Yang Sect Master far exceeded his expectations.
"I...I'm willing...to serve you as my lord..."
With his last strength, the South Dragon King begged for mercy.
Shen Yi felt the cervical vertebrae in his palm becoming brittle under the erosion of the gray mist.
The gray mist gradually dissipated from his eyes, and a hint of fatigue appeared in his black pupils.
He gave no response.
Shen Yi just tightly clenched his fist until a dull sound echoed in his palm.
Crack!
Almost simultaneously, the rampaging demonic power instantly tore through the South Dragon King's body.
The densely packed wounds that had just healed all burst open.
All the gray mist converged, enveloping his still-beating heart and crushing it instantly!
The South Dragon King's eyes gradually dimmed.
He stared blankly at Shen Yi.
He watched as the young man slowly withdrew his hand from his throat.
The South Dragon King seemed to lose all his strength, his head drooped, and he fell to his knees with a thud before the crimson robe.
(End of Chapter)
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