Chapter 61: Forty Years of True Aura, What Do You Have to Defend Against? (Thanks, Thanks)
Chapter 61: Forty Years of True Aura, What Do You Have to Defend Against? (Thanks, Thanks)
Jiao Feng let out a long sigh, not bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes.
After a long period of running, the dark red scabs covering his body showed signs of cracking.
His youthful features slightly wrinkled, and a hint of pleasure flashed across his brows.
The tearing pain stimulated his body, causing him to tremble with delight.
Unconsciously, he opened his mouth and let out a piercing long howl, "Roar!"
Amidst the eerie howl, the entire small mountain forest fell silent, devoid of any other sounds. All the birds and beasts were trembling in fear.
Jiao Feng gazed longingly outside the mountain, longing to return to the village as soon as possible.
With a nimble figure, he moved through the forest, casually extending his claws to pluck the head of the black-robed captain as if it were as simple as picking a fruit from a tree.
Compared to the various emotions of the demonic being.
Shen Yi tightly gripped his ceremonial saber, his eyes calm and steady like a deep well, his thoughts focused solely on the hideous claw that the opponent had extended.
The claw, covered in scales, carried a violent aura as it fiercely stabbed towards him.
Jiao Feng was unarmed, but his body alone was enough to disdain divine weapons.
"..."
Whether it was the yellow dog, the black ape, or even the old mother Qinglin, they were all animals that Shen Yi knew had cultivated into spirits.
However, the beast in front of him, with its long howl earlier and the strange appearance of horns on its forehead, seemed to be a creature from myths even without cultivation, relying solely on its original form.
Shen Yi's grip on the hilt of his saber tightened, and his clear black and white eyes should have shown some tension, but for some reason, his heart raced, and he felt inexplicably excited.
His aura quickly flowed into the blade, merging it with the night sky.
Greedy Wolf Evil Slayer.
The straight long saber silently descended, pausing slightly upon touching the scaled claw before effortlessly slicing through.
Jiao Feng didn't even feel the pain; he was only puzzled as to why he couldn't sense the familiar pleasure of tearing flesh.
He glanced sideways.
In his sight, half a palm fell to the ground without any blood splattering. Only the pitch-black blade was stained with a few strands of crimson, as if wrapped in scarlet silk.
Shen Yi held the saber with both hands, his movements steady without a hint of hesitation.
Just as Jiao Feng's disbelief was about to fully surface, Shen Yi forcefully thrust the ebony blade into the creature's body!
Pfft!
Although the ceremonial saber was just an inanimate object, it exuded a strange sense of greed.
Countless blood threads were drawn out, staining the blade crimson.
"Chi..."
Jiao Feng clenched the young man's wrist, and under the sharp claws, Shen Yi's Eight Treasure Mystic Body seemed to lose its effect. The white skin glowed with mystic light, and the sharp fingertips easily tore it open.
Jiao Feng exerted force instantly, trying to pull out the strange saber.
Shen Yi seemed impervious to pain, indifferently pushing the blade further into the creature's body.
Even with the support of the Eight Treasure Mystic Body, a beginner martial artist's strength couldn't possibly match that of a powerful flesh-and-blood flood dragon.
But as the crimson aura on the blade flowed into his body through his palm, he felt an endless surge of strength, and even the wound on his wrist began to heal at a visible pace.
"Are you eating me?"
Jiao Feng opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and the madness in his eyes intensified, even more so than when his claw was severed.
"How dare you eat me?"
He grinned viciously, finding the situation absurd.
Then, his face twisted with rage!
The countless wounds on his body completely ruptured, and he released Shen Yi, reaching out to grab his own flesh and tearing it apart!
With a sharp tearing sound, a massive creature, ten zhang long, soared into the air.
A massive dragon-like creature hovered in the sky, its head adorned with a blood-red horn.
The black knife embedded in its body now seemed insignificant and negligible.
The dragon roared and glared down at Shen Yi, too lazy to even shake off the ceremonial saber stuck in its body, losing control as the lifeless object returned to its original state, shimmering with dark light.
"Roar!"
It roared again, the fierce wind snapping short trees and swirling fallen leaves, rushing towards the youth with overwhelming force! Its enormous body rolled and crushed everything beneath it!
With such a size difference, a weaponless warrior posed no threat to it.
Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging by his sides, seemingly confirming the dragon's thoughts.
Until he lifted his gaze.
In an instant, the dragon seemed to sense a dangerous aura, its scales bristling as it instinctively turned its head.
Countless auras gathered behind it, forming a sword curtain.
Under the bright moonlight, a faint demonic red glow emanated, and the malevolent aura within it was no less formidable than its own.
What kind of demonic cultivation was this!
As Shen Yi's face turned pale, he exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The vast sky true aura descended with a boom!
The enormous dragon had nowhere to hide, and it could only curl up, using its hard black scales to protect its abdomen.
Boom! Boom!
The invisible true aura smashed into the dragon's body, sounding like a blacksmith's hammer, reverberating through the valley, and instantly smashing it down into the forest.
When the true aura dispersed, the demonic red glow on its body clung to it like a flame, and no amount of friction could extinguish it.
The sizzling sound of corrosion continued endlessly, and the black scales quickly melted, revealing the flesh beneath.
"Roar!!!"
The dragon howled, stirring up the sky and earth.
Until the red glow burned out, it trembled and raised its head, its body in disarray, no longer enjoying the pleasure of pain, and its vertical pupils only held a sense of relief at having survived.
It suddenly turned to look at the youth, and upon seeing his miserable expression, it finally let out a sinister smile: "Good! Good! Now it's my turn."
Before it finished speaking, the dragon suddenly realized that Shen Yi had closed his eyes.
This posture clearly showed that he was already exhausted and could only surrender.
But a strange tremor arose in the dragon's heart.
The next moment, the sky once again appeared with a true aura sword curtain, identical to the previous one.
Then a second, a third...
Until the sky was completely covered, the demonic red glow filled the sky, faintly revealing a hint of mockery.
The dragon raised its neck, frozen in place.
It suddenly opened its huge mouth, revealing sharp fangs, its shrill roar filled with despair: "Fake! It's all fake! You can't fool me!"
Shen Yi pressed his palm down.
Countless heavenly blood aura techniques surged like a tide, completely engulfing the tiny dragon demon.
A full forty years of its lifespan.
Even he felt a bit of heartache.
Until a prompt appeared on the panel.
[Slayed an initial-stage Jade Dew Realm dragon demon, with a total lifespan of 1,427 years, remaining lifespan of 1,230 years, absorption complete]
[Remaining demon lifespan: 1,435 years, can be condensed]
Shen Yi took slow steps towards the mess on the ground.
On the remaining corpse, red glow still clung to it, and within a few breaths, most of it melted away.
He bent down and picked up the radiant dragon pill, placing it together with the fox demon beast core he had obtained earlier.
Now was not the time to tally his gains.
Shen Yi turned and strode through the forest, picking up the two unlucky fellows and heading towards the fishing village.
(End of Chapter)
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