Chapter 85: Specialized in Killing Legless Flood Dragons
Chapter 85: Specialized in Killing Legless Flood Dragons
In a desperate fight to the death, nothing is more detrimental than losing momentum.
Shen Yi's relentless actions left the Flood Dragon Demon clueless about his limits.
Not only that, but the cautious distance maintained by his opponent seemed like an insurmountable gulf to the demon. It appeared that he was just a step away from striking the killing blow, yet he could never cross that threshold.
The countless wounds left by Chen Qiankun on the Flood Dragon Demon's body made it look like a porcelain vessel on the brink of shattering.
At this moment, under the relentless bombardment of vigorous qi...
This Flood Dragon, a being who had lived for over three millennia and achieved the Condensation Realm, had completely lost its ability to resist. Finally, a sliver of fear crept into its heart.
This fear stemmed not only from the worry of being pursued by the Grand General of Demon Suppression but also, surprisingly, largely from the young man in the distance.
This damnable colonel intended to blast it into smithereens!
"Roaar!"
The Flood Dragon Demon, no longer concerned about Chen Qiankun, let out a high-pitched cry as it transformed into its original form, ready to take flight.
Even if it died, it would rather perish under the demonic halberd than at the hands of a cowardly Jade Liquid Realm cultivator!
"..."
Taking in the demon's expression, Shen Yi's pitch-black eyes flickered with a complex emotion, but his actions didn't waver for a moment. He drew the straight ritual dagger from his waist without hesitation.
The next moment, his figure erupted into action.
Holding the dagger with both palms, he cut through the air with surging momentum, slashing a dark light in the sky! The sharp blade pierced the Flood Dragon Demon's heart.
His long, slender fingers, with distinct knuckles, tightly gripped the hilt, soaked in the scorching dark red demon blood.
"You ask for death!"
The Flood Dragon Demon's claws suddenly burst out, easily piercing the young man's shoulders. Similarly scorching blood, imbued with golden sparks, splattered on his fair face.
In those clear eyes, there was no sign of determination, only a hint of pain and a trace of fear—no different from an ordinary person.
Was he scared? Perhaps a little.
Would he kill?
Shen Yi slowly loosened his grip on the dagger, clenching his fingers into a fist.
Severing Meridians, Capturing the Dragon!
Amidst the excruciating tearing pain, his firm knuckles, moving at an imperceptible speed, viciously struck the Flood Dragon Demon's meridians, instantly sealing them.
"Roll! Roll away!"
The Flood Dragon Demon's arms went numb, its claws embedded in the young man's flesh. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't pull them out.
It wanted to push him away in terror, but it still couldn't do so.
Shen Yi even leaned forward slightly, causing the scaled claws to sink further into his body.
"I won't rest easy until you're dead."
His voice, soft as a mosquito's buzz, rang out as he gripped the black dagger embedded in the demon's heart and abruptly pulled it out, splashing a wave of blood.
The tattered ink-colored shirt fluttered, and the ritual dagger, wrapped in writhing blood tendrils, slashed like a full moon.
Puchi—
The hideous head of the Flood Dragon, filled with a flustered expression, rolled on the ground. Below the severed torso, a trail of blood extended along the path to the horizon.
It was a path of sanguine storms and fierce gales, countless times of raising his hand.
[Kill a Condensation Realm Flood Dragon Demon, total lifespan of 5,240 years. Remaining lifespan of 1,970 years. Absorption complete.]
[Remaining lifespan of the Flood Dragon Demon: 3,264 years.]
Shen Yi's hand, holding the dagger, trembled slightly, whether from exhaustion or excitement, he couldn't tell.
His breath was rapid, and a hint of fatigue slowly crept onto his face.
After adjusting his breath slightly, Shen Yi gritted his teeth and pulled out the two deep-seated dragon claws from his flesh. The sharp scales on the claws tore at his flesh, causing excruciating pain... Damn, it hurt like hell.
The severed body of the Flood Dragon fell to the ground with a thud.
Even in death, it refused to reveal its original form, probably because it had spent a lot of effort to come ashore. No wonder it had stayed in Qingzhou for over a hundred years without being discovered.
Shen Yi stepped on the demon's body and skillfully sliced open its abdomen with the dagger.
Just then, the sound of hoofbeats approached from behind.
Shen Yi turned his head and saw, along the trail of blood left by the Flood Dragon Demon, a group of riders swiftly approaching. Leading them was a majestic, blood-red demonic horse.
An elder, clad in dark light armor and mounted on a blood-red demonic horse, approached with a heavy iron halberd in hand. He gazed down upon the scene before him with an air of authority.
Chen Qiankun observed the youth soaked in demon blood, his expression unreadable.
The rest of the demonic horses carried seasoned commanders, their eyes widening in astonishment as they took in the scene before them.
They had been busy dealing with Qingfeng Mountain, yet a colonel had pursued and slain a Condensation Realm demon on his own?
What was more incredulous was that the once mighty Yangchun River Flood Dragon Lord had truly met his end at this young man's hands.
Hong Lei, who had been trailing behind, dismounted with a mix of awe and resignation. He shot a glance at Shen Yi before approaching Chen Qiankun and whispering something in his ear.
The elder waved his hand dismissively and turned his attention back to the youth, nodding slightly as he said, "Continue."
Shen Yi obliged, reaching into the corpse with his dagger and extracting a lustrous bead—the dragon bead. With a fluid motion, he tucked it into his waist, his actions smooth and uninterrupted.
"...!" The commanders were momentarily stunned, even their breathing halted.
A fleeting look of surprise crossed Chen Qiankun's face, followed by a hint of amusement that tugged at the corners of his lips.
He tugged on the reins and slowly turned his horse around. "Bring forth a horse."
One of the commanders beside him hesitated, then quickly dismounted and led the demonic horse towards Shen Yi, offering him the reins.
"This dragon corpse needs to be sent to the imperial court, so I cannot give it to you." Chen Qiankun continued, "Ride this horse back to the Demon Suppression Office in Qingzhou Town. Wear your cloak, and when you have the time, come to Linjiang County to find me. You can be my personal attendant."
Upon hearing these words, not only the commanders but even Hong Lei were taken aback.
He had personally witnessed Shen Yi's slaying of the thousand-year-old snapping turtle-dragon and the startling incident of the angry sword committing suicide at his touch. Promoting him to the rank of commander was understandable.
However, becoming a personal attendant was an entirely different concept.
It meant that the elder intended to bring him into his inner circle of disciples.
After the elder retired, Shen Yi would have the opportunity to compete with the other attendants for the position of Demon Suppression General.
Moreover, the most tangible benefit was that by serving the general day and night—not just as a temporary assignment but as a constant companion—as long as he didn't make any mistakes, he would be in a favorable position.
Chen Qiankun would write official documents and submit them to the imperial court, vouching for him. He would be able to retrieve a set of Condensation Realm cultivation techniques, and if his achievements were significant, it wouldn't be out of the question for him to make a few trips to the Martial Temple before his lifespan ran out.
What mistakes could he possibly make? Chen Qiankun needed to maintain his prime condition to deter the powerful demons, so he rarely took action himself.
Under his protection, even demons and monsters rarely made an appearance, and life was undoubtedly more comfortable than for the other officers of the Demon Suppression Office who constantly fought for their lives.
"You seem to have met him for the first time?" one of the commanders whispered, his eyes betraying a hint of envy.
"Not exactly," Chen Qiankun replied with a mysterious smile as he recalled the painting that the demon catcher had recently copied from a certain temple.
He was not a true Martial Immortal but merely a Regional Marshal—a single person overseeing more than thirty counties, over two thousand villages, and millions of commoners. His days were spent keeping an eye on Qi Condensation Realm demons, and he simply didn't have the time or energy to manage everything.
Hence, there were countless mountain and river spirits who built temples without his knowledge, but this was the first time he had encountered one wearing an ink-black robe.
No wonder he was so young and accomplished.
He had the audacity to compete for offerings even with me, an elder. With such boldness, it's no wonder he's so adept at plucking demon beads.
Earlier, during the ceremony, every time Zhang Hengzhou's gaze had strayed outside, Chen Qiankun had quietly observed him, including the moment when the dragon had fled and the youth in the ink-black robe had frowned and slowly stepped back, merging with the crowd.
Unfortunately, he had been occupied with important matters and hadn't had the chance to exchange a few words with him.
Perhaps they would have the opportunity to chat at length in the future.
(End of Chapter)
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