Chapter 80: Slaying the Crocodile Dragon
Chapter 80: Slaying the Crocodile Dragon
No one expected that the first to make a move would be Shen Yi.
He tightly gripped his ritual saber, and the dark light on the blade quickly faded, turning into a captivating pitch-black color.
This was his first full-power strike after reaching Jade Dew Realm Perfection.
The Greed Wolf Evil Extermination, having reached the pinnacle of perfection, revealed an unprecedented sharpness under the empowerment of the Majestic Realm.
Clang!
The ritual saber suddenly slashed down, without the grand aura of the previous sword aura, but instead with a silent and pure sharpness.
The crocodile dragon, already on edge, was prepared, but it couldn't help but feel wary of such a blade technique.
As the dark blade approached, a chill ran up from its feet to the top of its head, and it showed a look of fear, stomping its feet and smashing its elbow, covered in scaled armor, towards the blade.
Using its physical body to clash with the blade!
Crack, crack—
It wasn't the sound of cutting flesh, nor was there any sound of metal colliding.
The scales on the crocodile dragon's arm stood up, resembling rows of curved blades.
The ritual saber didn't touch its flesh but instead scraped off a layer of scales with force.
Taking advantage of this momentary reaction time, the crocodile dragon suddenly turned around, and its wide cloth robe was lifted, revealing a thick and powerful tail that lashed out, as if made of steel and iron, and slammed towards the youth's arm.
Facing the demon's hidden killing move.
Shen Yi's eyes turned cold, and his perfected blade technique was executed with ease.
In the blink of an eye, he slashed again.
Just as it was about to make contact, the steel-like tail suddenly became soft and flexible, and the previous fierce force was merely a deceptive illusion to confuse the enemy. It didn't directly clash with the ritual saber but instead wrapped around Shen Yi's arm.
The next moment, the scales on the tail also stood up.
Sizzle!
With just one turn, there were three hidden killing moves.
The silk robe was torn, stained with a hint of dark red.
The crocodile dragon's expression was unpleasant, as the scales on its body were a thousand-year-old treasure armor, appearing to be just scales growing on its body, but in reality, they had long been refined into an integrated offensive and defensive treasure armor.
It was a precious item that it relied on for survival.
However, with just one encounter, dozens of scales were shaved off by that bizarre black blade, and it had already felt bitter in its heart.
How could a mere flesh wound on the opponent compare to this?
The crocodile dragon's eyes burst with ferocity, and it exerted force again, intending to crush the youth's entire arm in one go.
At this moment, it suddenly realized that Shen Yi had opened his palm, and his five fingers tightly grasped its tail.
"You, a mere warrior, dare to wrestle with me?"
The crocodile dragon sensed the opponent's intention, finding it both amusing and irritating.
If a warrior could clash with a naturally born demon using just their physical body, there would be no need to study martial arts techniques.
This thought had not yet faded.
The next moment, everything in its field of vision suddenly flipped upside down.
Shen Yi, gripping the crocodile's tail, directly swung it into the air and slammed it down without any hindrance!
Boom!
The crocodile dragon tumbled out, and its rough claws dug into the stone ground like a rake.
It shook its flat head, and its bulging eyes were a bit dazed.
Then, as if realizing something, it raised its head, its face full of excitement.
It had thought that the opponent had unintentionally refined a trace of the dragon core's bloodline, but unexpectedly... Heh... it had actually absorbed it to such an extent!
"Roar!"
Its eyes turned scarlet, and it lowered its body, letting out a roar.
This sharp and piercing sound of excitement also attracted the attention of the people on the other side.
At the moment Shen Yi made his move.
Twenty-some Golden Eagle Commanders quickly threw their chains, trapping the Fury Sword Elder within.
The so-called Demon Suppressing Array was not purely a martial art; besides the technique, it mainly relied on the quality of the chains to greatly hinder the manipulation of aura.
The prerequisite was... to be able to lock on.
The array eye, where Zhao Kanglin should have stood, was now replaced by Hong Lei.
The coordination was extremely clumsy, and it could be said that they were fighting individually.
The outer camp captains were in a similar situation, as they were not used to working together to kill, especially since they had been temporarily transferred from different deputy commanders and had only been training together for a few days, barely familiar with their colleagues' strengths.
In this situation, a group of Novice Warriors had no chance of getting close, and there was even the risk of them becoming a hindrance.
Under various factors, the Elder, wielding a five-foot-long sword, was like a tiger among sheep.
Fortunately, Hong Lei had a solid foundation, and although he didn't know how to cooperate with the Demon Suppressing Array, he at least knew that the old man feared those chains. Using this advantage, he could barely hold on for a short time.
It was clear that the opponent was using a secret technique to force himself, burning his vitality, and briefly returning to his peak. Even the secret technique couldn't be fully realized, and his aura weakened at a visible speed.
As long as he could delay for three incense sticks' worth of time... without having to take action himself, the opponent would die.
The only unknown was how many more people would die within these three incense sticks' worth of time.
There was an even more important point, which was the Jade Essence Realm Perfection Demon behind him. Even if Shen Yi was stronger, how long could he hold it off?
The silver-haired elder swung his sword casually, and thick sword auras were scattered. Hong Lei could dodge, but the Golden Eagle Commander holding the chains had nowhere to hide. He couldn't just watch as the array was broken so easily, so he gritted his teeth and took the hit.
Countless poisoned hidden weapons flew towards them.
The Elder didn't dodge at all, allowing those things to pierce his skin, and then casually brushed them off.
The deadly poison had no deterrent effect on a dying man.
Even the roar of the Crocodile Dragon couldn't attract his attention as much.
The Elder turned to look.
He saw that the Demon's blue robe was torn to shreds, obviously having been beaten to the point of unleashing its ferocity. As it stomped, the ground trembled slightly.
Opposite it, Shen Yi slowly sheathed his Ritual Saber.
"Hmm?"
Confusion surged in the Elder's cloudy eyes.
In his opinion, this youth's aura was long-lasting, and he was far from being exhausted. Why was he sheathing his sword?
Immediately, Shen Yi's actions answered his confusion.
As his palm lifted lightly,
In the silent night, dots of eerie crimson suddenly appeared, and a murderous aura filled the air, as if turning this place into a hellish realm.
The Elder tightened his grip on his longsword, and his calm heart finally stirred.
He had seen a similar scene before; it was the young Qingzhou Governor's favorite technique, known as the Quad Harmony True Aura. With it, he had built a great reputation throughout Qingzhou.
The five ultimate skills were said to allow one to dominate those of the same realm by mastering just one of them.
But even the Governor back then didn't have an aura as dense as this. He lacked the bone-chilling murderous intent and the crimson demonic aura.
He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be under this rain of Heavenly Gale Bloodscurge.
"Roar!"
The aura rain poured down, each drop accurately hitting the Crocodile Dragon.
The thousand-year-old great demon from Yangchun River was being smashed back repeatedly, its fiery crimson flames burning its most treasured armor, almost instantly submerging it.
Only heart-wrenching wails remained in the arena.
At this moment, the youth who had been standing with his hands behind his back suddenly looked in their direction.
Then, he lifted his palm again.
"..."
The Fury Sword Elder looked up at the dots of crimson above his head, ready to strike.
His cloudy eyes grew dimmer.
His hand lost strength, and the five-foot-long sword touched the ground with a crisp "clang."
It wasn't fear, but everything had become meaningless.
Under this aura, the three incense sticks' worth of time he had accumulated over many days seemed somewhat redundant.
Failure. I wanted to write 200,000 words before the release, but my mind has gone numb. I'll try to break through 10,000 words next time.
Oh no, Chapter 75 was posted incorrectly. It was the draft version before revisions! I've reposted the correct version.
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