"Do you really think I’m afraid of you?"
The South Dragon King’s expression grew increasingly fierce, as if the bloody scent had also stirred his ferocity.
A Great Demon that could endure in silence at any time, the moment it found itself in a desperate situation, the terrifying will to survive buried deep in its heart was absolutely unimaginable to the average person.
It let out another Dragon Roar, this time taking the initiative to attack, with its target being the young man in dark clothes above.
Once it truly cast aside all considerations and started a life-and-death struggle, the demonic power sweeping out of this old dragon’s body was so formidable that it made the entire Southern Hong tremble!
Facing this Dragon Demon that filled the entire field of vision yet whose full form remained unseen, Shen Yi, far from panicking, simply took a leisurely step forward.
Right behind him, a pitch-black and gloomy Netherworld Mansion swiftly emerged.
The sound of springs, the severed bridges.
Shen Yi stood in the depths of this Supreme Netherworld, his hair fluttering slightly, those indifferent eyes calmly watching as the South Dragon King charged headfirst into it.
He didn’t attempt to suppress his opponent with the aura of Shenyue Zhenqingtian as he did against the Ke Family Crown Prince and Qi Zhaoyi.
At this moment, all of nature’s spiritual energy converged within the body beneath the dark clothes.
Shen Yi merged into the Azure Sky and, when he reappeared, he was standing atop the South Dragon King’s head. The huge disparity in size made the two Dragon Horns beside him look like two pillars propping up the heavens!
However, no matter how frenzied the old dragon’s actions were, his figure did not waver in the slightest.
Under the watchful eyes of Ye Jiu and Qi Yansheng, the young man boldly reached out with both palms and forcefully slammed them down on the top of the South Dragon King’s head. In an instant, the terrifyingly large dragon body seemed to freeze in place.
The next moment, it was as if burdened with the weight of three mountains and five peaks, struggling immensely while plummeting downwards.
Under Shen Yi’s suppression, the South Dragon King fell directly into the Supreme Netherworld, firmly suppressed within, and the thick black mist, like a beast that smelled blood, furiously swept over and engulfed its colossal body.
The South Dragon King’s wretched screams echoed between the blue seas, as if enduring some unimaginable torture.
Demons seldom cultivate Divine Souls, after all, they are nature’s favored children. Even without refining, they can perfectly control terrifying Demon Bodies with their Divine Souls, making cultivators merely sigh with envy.
But no refinement means no experience of hardship.
The Supreme Netherworld was not a kind method. It aimed to completely devour the Demon Soul.
Hearing this wretched scream, Ye Jiu looked at the Netherworld Mansion with some apprehension, but his movements were not slowed in the slightest.
Sect Master Shen’s continuous performances had far exceeded his expectations.
To suppress a Dragon Demon with the body of a cultivator and trap it right there without the ability to move; this was probably the best opportunity he had ever encountered in his life. He could not miss it.
Ye Jiu raised his palm, with the Flowing Light flickering uncertainly within. Different from the dispersion before, it was now becoming more restrained, no longer forming hundreds of feet of sword light but refining down to something as fine as a needle.
No need for discussion. As long as they each played their roles well, it would be their best collaboration.
"All Things in One Sword."
Ye Jiu closed his eyes and murmured to himself.
This was the strongest move he had devised in his lifetime, created explicitly for the South Dragon King, though he never thought the day would come when it would be used.
The Flowing Light Longsword seemed slow as it moved forward.
Everything it passed, whether it was nature’s spiritual energy, the murky water waves, or the Monster Blood that spilled from the South Dragon King, was quietly swallowed up by it.
For every ten feet it advanced, the aura within the sword would double.
Ye Jiu suddenly opened his eyes, and with a shout, the slowly advancing longsword abruptly vanished from its place.
This Heavenly Sword Sect Master, once a sword in the hands of Qin Jiaoyang, was now wielded by Shen Yi, its edge still sharp, its killing intent still present, perfectly executing the orders of the Sect Master of Nanyang.
The South Dragon King howled within the Supreme Netherworld and roared in the face of the Purple Gold Treasure Mountain that Qi Yansheng madly smashed down, yet it fell silent before this sword.
It abruptly raised its head, looking into the void before its gaze landed on Ye Jiu.
On the brutal face of the South Dragon King, there was genuine fear and unbearable pain, but the wild frenzy of a beast fighting for its life was just as genuine!
Ye Jiu seemed to sense something.
He subconsciously looked back.
Only behind Qi Yansheng, at some point, an impressive figure made of yellow mist had closely attached itself to him.
That blurred face, where the mouth should be, split open into a grotesque gash as if laughing silently.
Watching the claws of the yellow mist figure reach out instantaneously towards Qi Yansheng’s chest, Ye Jiu’s fingertips trembled slightly.
He had almost forgotten... the true essence of the South Dragon King was the Yellow Poison Dragon; it was just that the old dragon’s performance had been too miserable just now, making one overlook that it had never used its Innate Divine Ability.
This damned eel had turned its entire body of poison into a clone.
All Things in One Sword, born to slay the South Dragon King.
But Ye Jiu did indeed fall into a momentary daze, not even noticing the change at his fingertips.
The next moment, the vanishing sword light did not strike at the South Dragon King suppressed by Shen Yi but instead swept toward the impressive yellow mist figure.