"So you see, I’ve always said that you are all fools, unable to achieve any significant impact," the Dragon King proclaimed.
The long sword passed beside Qi Yansheng, swallowing more than half of the yellow mist figure.
Yet, Ye Jiu heard a mocking voice by his ear.
"My own brothers I would save, yet I could endure even the death of my own son right before my eyes. What do you have that I could not best?!"
Accompanied by a harsh sneer, after accumulating enough strength, the Dragon Demon’s tail, wider than a river, whipped out and heavily struck Ye Jiu, smashing the once powerful, late-stage Heavenly Realm cultivator devoid of his Flowing Light Divine Power, against another Inverted Mountain.
Amidst the crumbling rocks, Ye Jiu’s Sect Master’s robe was tattered beyond recognition. For a Heavenly Realm cultivator, broken bones and torn muscles were trifles. The lethal danger was the demonic power pouring into his body, madly corroding his Dao Infant’s Five Organs, turning his skin webbed with crimson as if spider veins.
Despite such a grave injury, Ye Jiu made no sound; he just blankly stared ahead.
After a hundred thousand years of degradation, his sword had inevitably rusted.
In the past, a mere command from Qin Jiaoyang would suffice; not only for Qi Yansheng, but even if Qin Jiaoyang himself was in a life or death crisis, he, Ye Jiu, would not spare a glance.
But now, he began to have his own thoughts.
For a sword, this was a great sin.
Ye Jiu silently looked towards Shen Yi, his voice so hoarse as to be indistinct, "I’m sorry..."
The preparation the other had made, the perfect opportunity created to slay the South Dragon King, was praiseworthy, unworthy of the Sect Master of Nanyang, even a hundred times better!
The only mistake was to trust a rust-covered, useless sword.
Qi Yansheng stood rooted to the spot, at a loss for words.
Shen Yi felt the Dragon Head under his palm trembling madly. The Supreme Netherworld had already destroyed much of the old dragon’s sanity, but the strength of this Demon Body was beyond his expectations.
To suppress it for so long had already been his limit.
Though it was a pity, these two predecessors had actually done quite well. Without their help, even if the South Dragon King had left the Dragon Cave, he could still have roamed unimpeded.
Shen Yi slowly straightened up and nodded lightly toward the two men.
Under the confused gaze of Qi Yansheng and Ye Jiu, the young man breathed out slowly, his eyes returning to calm. Then, he reached into the sea and drew out a Golden Rune Mystic Knife.
The almost-mad South Dragon King finally broke free, violently charging out of the Supreme Netherworld.
Even though there was now a chance to slay all three here, it showed no hesitation. Driven by a strong survival instinct, its only thought was to return to the Dragon Cave!
Ye Jiu’s words slurred, obscured, but his eyes expressed his regret and culpability.
He seemed to guess what Shen Yi was thinking, yet was utterly powerless to stop him.
This Sect Master of Nanyang indeed intended to fight the Dragon King himself!
Impossible, without his restraint, this old mudfish, even bearing its injuries, could surely make it back to the Dragon Cave.
And then, how would Shen Yi face the old mudfish backed by the Dragon Cave?!
"Hurry... stop him..."
Qi Yansheng found it hard to believe that he was hearing this from the usually irritable Ye Jiu.
Due to his own reasons, he had already caused big trouble for Sect Master Shen; he could not let this trouble continue to escalate.
With that thought, he bit his teeth hard and ran forward, abandoning Ye Jiu.
However, in the next instant, Qi Yansheng’s figure was forced to halt.
Shen Yi appeared below the South Dragon King, still as an ant facing a mountain, and delivered a fierce kick to the abdomen of the Dragon Demon.
The heavens and earth seemed to turn upside down; the seas roiled.
The sky-obscuring massive form, under the vast mighty force, tumbled out of the water with a boom.
Shen Yi clenched the knife handle; the Mystic Gold Edge pierced through the land and water.
His expression impassive, he looked up and, with a wave of his hand, the Mystic Gold Edge swept across the sky, and with a splatter, it split open the South Dragon King’s abdomen!
Blood plasma and viscera splashed, dyeing the entire Sky Curtain a blazing red.
Without a moment’s pause,
Shen Yi, holding the long knife, burst out of the water’s surface, chasing after the fleeing old dragon.
"What can I use to stop him?"
Just as both figures disappeared into the horizon, Qi Yansheng, in shock, looked back.
Ye Jiu did not respond, and after a silence, he finally closed his eyes bitterly, murmuring, "It was right, we can’t make an impact, only endlessly burden each Sect Master of Nanyang."
"This is already... the second one."