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Chapter 61: Forty Years of Primordial Qi, What Will You Use to Block It? (Thank You, Thank You)
Chapter 61: Forty Years of Primordial Qi, What Will You Use to Block It? (Thank You, Thank You)
The Flood Dragon let out a long sigh of relief, not bothering to conceal the disdain in its eyes.
After a long period of running, the dark red scabs that covered its body showed signs of cracking.
Its youthful features scrunched up slightly, a hint of pleasure flitting across its brow.
That tearing pain stimulated its body, filling it with pleasure to the point of slight trembling.
Involuntarily, it opened its mouth and let out a piercing cry, "Roar!"
With that eerie cry, the entire small mountain forest fell silent, as if all the birds and beasts were petrified.
It gazed longingly beyond the mountains, longing to return to the village as soon as possible.
Its agile figure weaved through the forest, and with an outstretched claw, it casually plucked the Black-Robed Guard's head as easily as picking a fruit from a tree.
Compared to the myriad thoughts of the demons...
Shen Yi gripped his ceremonial dagger, his dual-colored eyes calm and unperturbed, his focus solely on the opponent's approaching hideous claw.
The claw, covered in scales, surged forward with violent, raging qi.
The Flood Dragon was unarmed, yet its body alone was enough to overpower any divine weapon.
"..."
Whether it was the Yellow Dog, the Black Ape, or the Azure Qilin matriarch, they were all animals that Shen Yi knew had cultivated into spirits.
However, the beast before him, with its brief piercing cry and the strange appearance of its horned head, seemed to be a creature from mythology, even without any cultivation.
Shen Yi's grip on the dagger tightened, and his distinctively colored eyes, which should have shown tension, now held a strange excitement as his heart raced.
His qi rapidly infused the blade, merging it with the night.
Greedy Wolf Slays Evil.
The straight dagger quietly descended, momentarily halting upon touching the claw's scales before easily slicing through.
The Flood Dragon didn't even feel pain; it was just confused as to why it didn't feel the familiar thrill of tearing flesh.
It glanced sideways.
In its sight, half a palm had fallen, devoid of spraying blood. Only the pitch-black blade was now wrapped in a few strands of crimson.
Shen Yi held the dagger with both hands, his movements fluid and uninterrupted.
Just as the Flood Dragon's expression of disbelief began to form, he ruthlessly plunged the dark blade into its body!
Puchi!
The ceremonial dagger, a mere inanimate object, seemed to exude a strange greed.
Countless blood threads were drawn out, dyeing the blade a deep crimson.
"Hiss..."
The Flood Dragon suddenly clutched the young man's wrist. Under its sharp claws, the Eight Treasures Mystical Body technique seemed to lose its effect, and the protective light on Shen Yi's pale skin shattered, easily pierced by the sharp claws.
It instantly exerted force, attempting to pull out the bizarre dagger.
Shen Yi seemed impervious to pain as he indifferently pushed the blade further, another three inches into the creature's body.
Even with the augmentation of the Eight Treasures Mystical Body, a martial artist in the Initial Stage should never be able to match the physical might of a powerful Flood Dragon.
However, as the crimson qi from the blade flowed into his body through the wound, he felt a surge of boundless energy coursing through his veins, and even the gash on his wrist began to heal at a visible rate.
"Are you eating me?"
The Flood Dragon's mouth twisted, its voice hoarse, and the madness in its eyes was more intense than when its claw had been severed.
"How dare you eat me?"
It let out a hideous smile, as if it found the whole situation absurd.
Then, its face twisted with ferocity!
The countless wounds on its body completely ruptured, and it released Shen Yi, reaching for its own flesh and tearing it apart with great force!
Riiiip!
In an instant, a massive creature, ten zhang long, soared into the air.
The Flood Dragon roared and gazed down at Shen Yi, its slit pupils exuding malevolence. It didn't even bother to shake off the ceremonial dagger impaled in its body, having lost control of the lifeless object. The black luster returned to its body, and it prepared to strike.
"Roar!"
It roared once more, and the gale force winds snapped the short trees and swept up the fallen leaves, violently engulfing the young man. Its massive body rolled downward, crushing everything in its path.
With such a disparity in size, a swordsman without a weapon posed no threat to the creature.
And Shen Yi's stance, with his hands hanging by his sides, seemed to confirm the Flood Dragon's thoughts.
Until he lifted his gaze.
In that moment, the Flood Dragon seemed to sense a dangerous aura, and its scales bristled as it turned instinctively to look behind it.
Countless auras converged into a sword curtain, glowing with an eerie red light under the pale moonlight, exuding an evil intent that rivaled its own.
What a demonic cultivator!
As Shen Yi's face turned pale, he exhaled a turbid breath.
The boundless qi energy slammed down from the sky!
The Flood Dragon's massive body had nowhere to hide, so it could only curl up, using its hard black scales to protect its abdomen.
Bang! Bang!
The invisible qi energy hammered the Flood Dragon's body like a blacksmith's hammer, the dull sounds reverberating through the valley, knocking the creature down into the forest.
When the qi energy dissipated, the eerie red light clung to the Flood Dragon's body like flickering flames, corroding its black scales and exposing the flesh beneath.
"Roaar!"
The Flood Dragon's anguished roar shook the heavens and earth.
Until the red light burned out, it trembled, lifting its head. Its body was battered and bruised, no longer exuding the pleasure it had felt from the pain earlier. Only a sense of relief at having survived remained in its slit pupils.
It suddenly looked at the young man, and upon seeing his pale face, it finally let out a sinister smile. "Good! Good! Now it's my turn."
Before it finished speaking, the Flood Dragon noticed that Shen Yi had closed his eyes.
This posture clearly indicated that he was already exhausted and could only surrender.
But for some reason, a sense of trepidation arose in the creature's heart.
The next moment, the sky was filled with another wave of qi energy sword curtain, identical to the previous one.
Then a second wave, a third wave...
Until it completely obscured the sky, the eerie red light filled the sky, faintly revealing a hint of mockery.
The Flood Dragon stood frozen, its neck craned.
It suddenly opened its blood-filled mouth, baring its sharp fangs, and let out a desperate roar. "It's fake! It's all fake! You can't deceive me!"
Shen Yi pressed his palm forward indifferently.
Countless heavenly qi energies resembling bloodthirsty waves completely engulfed the tiny Flood Dragon.
A full forty years of the creature's lifespan.
Even he felt a bit heartbroken at the loss.
Until a notification appeared on the panel.
[Killing an initial stage Jade Liquid Realm Flood Dragon, total lifespan of 1,427 years, remaining lifespan of 1,230 years, absorption complete]
[Remaining demonic beast lifespan: 1,435 years. Can be refined]
Shen Yi strode towards the wreckage on the ground.
The remaining corpse was still glowing with red light, and within a few breaths, half of it had melted away.
He bent down and picked up the gleaming Flood Dragon Pearl, placing it with the previous fox demon's beast core.
Now was not the time to tally his gains.
Shen Yi turned and strode through the forest, picking up the two unlucky guards and heading towards the fishing village.
(End of Chapter)
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