"Youngster, do not think that by allying with a beast, you can kill me."
Yan Donghai's sinister old eyes glanced at the Flood Dragon, then turned to Wan Yunting below. His proud and disdainful face let out a cold snort:
"Today, I will slay this Flood Dragon, and use its flesh and inner core for medicine. As for you, I will hand you over to the Lord God for judgment!"
Wan Yunting, holding the Gentleman's Sword, glared at Yan Donghai above with eyes burning red. The rage in his heart erupted like an exploding bomb…
He then stomped his left foot, rising into the air. Grasping the Gentleman's Sword with both hands, he channeled an invisible aura through his hands into the sword, unleashing a surge of majestic sword energy. He roared, "Old man, even if I die, I will not let you succeed, ah…!"
With a furious roar, an invisible sword qi slashed towards Yan Donghai, causing his old eyes to narrow. He showed no intention of dodging. Instead, he slightly raised his right hand, pointing his sword finger at the sword qi that Wan Yunting was slashing down…
Clang!
A crisp sound echoed through the night sky. Wan Yunting was sent flying back by the sword qi that Yan Donghai had seemingly waved off with ease. His large hand grabbed a tree branch, swung himself, and after two somersaults in mid-air, he landed on a treetop, his eyes solemn as he looked far ahead at Yan Donghai, who stood higher than him.
One had to admit that this old man's swordsmanship was truly profound. To reach the realm of 'having no sword but surpassing having a sword' was likely unmatched in the martial world today.
"Boy, your swordplay comprehension is indeed remarkable. To be able to manifest the nascent form of sword qi indicates a high level of mastery. You possess the spirit of my youth."
Yan Donghai stood on the treetop, his old eyes looking down at Wan Yunting, and said with a smile, "It is a pity, however, that you have encountered me. This will only lead to your demise, you prodigy of martial arts."
Wan Yunting, holding the Gentleman's Sword, glared at him with all his might, grinding his teeth and roaring, "Old man, you truly are like a dog, barking endlessly. Woof woof."
Yan Donghai's lips curved into a light smile, "Perhaps I cannot match your skill with words, but I will show you now what true sword qi is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Donghai raised his right hand. His sword finger unleashed a sharp, invisible sword qi, which pierced the air and stabbed towards Wan Yunting below…
The sound of air being pierced made Wan Yunting's expression change. He lacked the ability to resist and immediately flipped sideways, flying away to the right…
Bang!
The tree he had been standing on was pierced and exploded by Yan Donghai's sword qi. The entire trunk snapped and collapsed. Wan Yunting, who had leaped to the side, had a grim expression and was inwardly shocked.
He was astonished by the sword qi Yan Donghai wielded, which, though invisible, was more potent than any visible form. It was like a transparent long sword, and the external sword qi possessed terrifying power. This was the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
While Wan Yunting's current sword qi was superior to ordinary sword energy, it was merely a nascent form compared to Yan Donghai's. It had just transformed from sword energy into its embryonic stage.
Thus, the power was incomparable.
"How is it? What do you think of my sword qi?" Yan Donghai looked down at Wan Yunting and chuckled proudly.
Wan Yunting's eyes were like torches, staring fixedly at the high-standing Yan Donghai. He gripped the hilt of the Gentleman's Sword tightly and grunted, "Too much useless talk…"
With that, Wan Yunting swung his sword and attacked. Yan Donghai also let out a cold snort, intending to teach this brat a lesson before dealing with the Flood Dragon…
In an instant, Wan Yunting unleashed the Grand Dao Sword Style, pouring all his martial arts and skills into his battle against Yan Donghai. They fought back and forth on the treetops. However, due to the vast disparity in their strength, even with Master Gui's final transfer of internal energy to Wan Yunting, he was still no match for Yan Donghai.
Clang!
Yan Donghai's sword qi struck Wan Yunting's Gentleman's Sword fiercely. The invisible force sent him flying back. With a bang, Wan Yunting crashed violently into the trunk of a large tree, then fell with a thud onto the grassy ground amidst the bushes, spitting out a mouthful of blood…
"What now, boy? Is your mouth still tough?"
Yan Donghai, standing on a branch, looked down at Wan Yunting struggling to get up from the ground and chuckled mockingly.
Wan Yunting wiped the blood from his lips, glared fiercely at Yan Donghai, then turned his head and shouted at the Flood Dragon coiled beside him, "If you don't act now, your fate will be as this old man said – your flesh and blood will be used for medicine and elixirs!"
The Flood Dragon, coiling its massive body, naturally understood Wan Yunting's words. It gave Wan Yunting a resentful glance with its pair of eerie green eyes, like a woman's, then shifted its luminous green eyes towards Yan Donghai. Flicking its tongue, its colossal body began to writhe, and it suddenly opened its gaping maw, letting out a furious roar at Yan Donghai…
The terrifying sonic wave reverberated through Mount Wuliang. The Flood Dragon's two long fangs lunged fiercely towards Yan Donghai…
Yan Donghai let out a cold snort and immediately dodged. However, the enraged Flood Dragon, whose vital spot he had previously pierced, reacted with swift ferocity. Its massive body crushed the trees around the area, and a powerful tail swept towards him…
Yan Donghai's old face changed. He narrowly dodged the sweeping tail attack of the Flood Dragon once more, simultaneously feeling the fierceness of its attack.
For a time, the Flood Dragon continuously let out low, scalp-tingling roars of fear. Its enormous body writhed rapidly, encircling Yan Donghai. Its huge head opened its maw, lunging at Yan Donghai within the encirclement…
But Yan Donghai was not to be trifled with. With a stern shout, he stepped on the Flood Dragon's body, soared into the air, and leaped out of the encircling embrace of the Flood Dragon's massive coils. He momentarily paused in the air, then let out a stern shout, "Beast, die…!"
Yan Donghai once again circulated his internal energy. His right sword finger aimed at the Flood Dragon's fatal seven-inch point, intending to strike a decisive blow and end its life…
Suddenly, a long sword flew towards him. Yan Donghai abruptly turned his head, his old face grim, his eyes angrily glaring at Wan Yunting who had thrown the Gentleman's Sword at him…
In an instant, his fatal strike against the Flood Dragon was interrupted. He was forced to wave his hand to deflect the flying sword, which then veered towards the eight o'clock direction and directly severed a large tree…
But Wan Yunting did not stop. He drew several steel needles from his sleeve and threw them at Yan Donghai again…
Yan Donghai's grim, angry old face. Facing the steel needles and hidden weapons shot by Wan Yunting, he waved his sleeve to block all of them and roared at Wan Yunting, "Youngster, you court death…"
With that, Yan Donghai flew towards Wan Yunting, intending to finish off this brat first before slaying the Flood Dragon…
Bang!
The next second, a thick tail fiercely slammed Yan Donghai in mid-air, knocking him down as if swatting a fly. Accompanied by a scream, Yan Donghai shot towards the forest in the three o'clock direction…
Following the sound of impact, he tumbled down the sloping forest, his back of the head hitting a rock violently. Blood gushed from his head. After rolling a few more times, he was finally stopped by a tree…
"Ah…"
Yan Donghai clutched his broken back of the head with one hand and covered his left rib cage, which had been struck by the Flood Dragon's tail, with the other. He clearly felt that all his left ribs were fractured, and even his kidneys had ruptured, causing him to constantly spit blood from his mouth as he let out a miserable cry…
Seeing this from above, Wan Yunting immediately ran towards the foot of the mountain. He soon saw Yan Donghai lying in the withered leaves and grass, emitting low groans. It was evident how terrifying the force of the Flood Dragon's tail strike had been.
Yan Donghai turned his head. His face was now covered in blood, making his ferocious old face look even more terrifying. He supported himself against a large tree and struggled to get up, one hand covering his left rib cage. The rupture of his internal organs left him extremely weak, and he continuously spat fresh blood from his mouth…
His old eyes looked at Wan Yunting, who was slowly approaching with the Gentleman's Sword in hand, his expression cold. At this moment, Yan Donghai had lost all his former haughty arrogance.
"Wan… Wan Yunting, I concede defeat…"
Yan Donghai leaned against the large tree, panting. He secretly circulated his energy to suppress the injuries within his body. Facing Wan Yunting's expressionless face, he said with a bloody, indistinct voice, "As long as you let me descend the mountain, my Divine Sword Sect owes you a favor…"
But in the next second, Wan Yunting's eyes widened in shock. Before Yan Donghai could finish speaking, the Flood Dragon from the right suddenly opened its gaping maw, scooped him up, and tossed him into the air. Instantly, he fell into its mouth. After three chews, the sound of cracking bones could be heard clearly from its mouth. Then, the Flood Dragon swallowed, and Yan Donghai was consumed whole.
Wan Yunting stood there, petrified, for a long time before reacting. He exclaimed, "You ate him?"
The Flood Dragon wriggled its massive body, raising its huge head adorned with a pair of white dragon horns. Its luminous green eyes stared at Wan Yunting. It flicked its tongue and let out a gruff, hissing sound, as if to say: Do you have a problem?
Wan Yunting felt as if he could sense the Flood Dragon's thoughts. He opened his mouth and said, "But you could have at least let me ask him about the relationship between the Divine Sword Sect and the Heavenly Eye Lord God Cult before eating him."
The Flood Dragon arrogantly raised its head, its green eyes looking down at Wan Yunting with disdain. Suddenly, it opened its mouth and let out a roar…
In an instant, Wan Yunting covered his ears with both hands. Under the terrifying sonic wave, he felt as if his soul was about to be shattered by its roar. Finally, his vision went black, and he collapsed onto the ground…
In a blur, he heard Duan Yingying cry out in alarm: "Oh no, he's been carried away by the giant snake…!"