Jiang Ding hovered in the air,
silently observing the two figures hundreds of meters away.
The other party had concealment techniques but was extremely casual, strolling leisurely through the sky, where a sweep of Sword Intent made them clearly visible.
"Brother Zhou, how does it feel to be on the verge of avenging our great enmity?"
With the head of a bird, a sharp beak, keen pupils, and crown-shaped plumage atop his head, King Kong Que laughed, "That junior repeatedly disrespected his superiors, courting death. Killing him will be immensely satisfying."
No matter the broad strokes,
slaying the Sword Boy of Qiyu Sect was the result of domestic deliberations over and over!
Now, with a Golden Pill from his sect personally taking action, there is no worry about future trouble.
What's even more delightful was that the fool actually walked out of the sect's grand array, trusting only the sword in his hand, eradicating the need to devise plans on how to deceive the grand array and break into Jinlingshan Mountain.
All the advantages of time, location, and harmony were present.
"This is heaven wishing his destruction."
King Kong Que sighed, quite pleased with the situation.
"Thank you, Brother Kong and the King, for covering my tracks."
Zhou Kunlong bowed his hands in gratitude.
Just thinking of suddenly appearing before that junior, witnessing the astonishment on his face, excited him so much that his body trembled.
As for the consequences?
A dead genius is no longer a genius!
He was absolutely certain that neither the Supreme Elder nor his Uncle Yan would kill him over a dead person; at most, they would scold him severely and let it go lightly.
The Qiyu Sect wouldn't go so far as to kill a Golden Pill to lay a dead man to rest.
"That little bastard could never imagine the scene unfolding now."
Zhou Kunlong could hardly wait any longer, his Escape Light speeding up again, his eyes flashing with excitement: "I'll peel his skin off slice by slice, a total of ten thousand, eight hundred cuts."
"Then, I'll extract his Divine Soul and, for two hundred years where he can't progress an inch in his cultivation, gradually burn it with poisonous fire to ease my pain."
"What of a prodigy in the Sword Dao?"
The resentment in his eyes seemed almost to seep into his bones.
"Haha, Brother Zhou, leave his spine for me,"
King Kong Que laughed heartily, "I remember hearing someone say tiger bones can be soaked in liquor – bones of a Sword Dao prodigy like him should do too, maybe they'll add a little spicy kick."
both men were taken aback.
The youth in blue clothes emerged from the hazy void, appeared before them, and nodded slightly.
Within a ten-mile radius, countless magnetic virtual line-shaped Array Patterns flickered, and an Azure Flying Sword emerged from a deep Hole in the center of his forehead, its terrifying Sword Intent spreading in all directions.
With a heaven-shaking roar, the Azure Flying Sword vanished.
"Indeed, you've come seeking death yourself!"
Zhou Kunlong was startled, then overjoyed, laughing nonstop, "Little brat, do you have any idea how vast the gap is between a Golden Pill and a half-step Golden Pill? Do you truly think you can still fight beyond your level like during the Qi Practicing Phase?"
"This is interesting,"
King Kong Que looked at the youth in blue clothes nearby, amused.
Overcoming levels during Qi Practicing to reach foundation building.
That's not surprising; at the Peak of Qi Practicing, he could fight on par with Foundation-building cultivators using his bloodline divine abilities, and not just him, the Three Sons of Xuetu could do the same.
But for a Foundation-building cultivator to overcome levels and face a Golden Pill, that would be a big joke.
"It's no wonder, kids are always so without a sense of the sky's height and earth's depth."
King Kong Que's anticipation for soaking the spine in liquor waned a bit.
Initially, he wanted to treasure it for two hundred but now, thinking about it, fifty years should be enough, exactly matching his age.
The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi shook as a pair of dragon-headed flame scissors materialized out of thin air. Mana surged into them, bringing them to life with visible scales, deer antlers, fish whiskers, and vertical pupils, all intertwined at their tails—vivid and lifelike.
A lower-grade magical treasure, the Flame Twin Dragon Scissors!
The supreme elder had specially bestowed them before the battle, personally refined from two slain third-order demon dragons by the Ancestor Master himself.
In the previous sieges, they had once snipped through the body of the Hua Xue Patriarch, a Late Golden Core cultivator from Xuetu Hall, and strangled over twenty of Patriarch Bai Gui's Ghost Generals. Hundreds of Xuetu Hall's Foundation-building and Qi Practicing cultivators died under these scissors, almost none a match.
"Rest assured, I won't let you die quickly."
Zhou Kunlong said grimly, holding some of his mana in reserve.
Continuous ferocious roars emerged from the Flame Twin Dragon Scissors. The two gigantic flame dragons opened their wide maws, showing their sharp teeth as they bit towards the Azure Flying Sword in front of them.
This was not hard to predict.
The flying sword always struck in a straight line, without variation.
The Taiqing Flying Sword appeared between the jaws of the two flame dragons. Ranks of fiery teeth clamped down in unison, and a metallic hum sounded.
"This sword that destroyed my artifact, I will throw it into a cesspit..."
Zhou Kunlong grew more excited, as if he could already see some thrilling scene, but suddenly, he paused.
The fiery teeth snapped. The Azure Flying Sword passed through the mouths of the two flame dragons without any change in speed, piercing through their bodies as it had done every time before.
The ferocious Flame Twin Dragon Scissors paused.
Then suddenly, they collapsed and faded, revealing their true form.
The Flame Twin Dragon Scissors let out a mournful cry, their Spiritual Light extremely dimmed until it completely vanished. A notch the size of a fingernail appeared on the cutting edge as they fell towards the ground.
This scene, vaguely identical to that of the recently broken Supreme Magic Tool Little Flame Mountain refined over many years, had no difference whatsoever.
"This is an illusion! An illusion!"
Zhou Kunlong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his ferocity fading from his face as familiar fear returned to his heart. He shouted, "I must still be in the throes of the Internal Demon!"
"Internal Demon, if I could defeat you once, I can defeat you countless times!"
"Don't even think of killing me, don't even think about it!"
The Azure Flying Sword pierced through his skull, leaving behind a hole that shone through both sides. Inside, delicate Sword Qi spread out, meticulously destroying every drop of brain matter.
"...Don't even think... Don't... Internal Demon..."
Zhou Kunlong's mouth opened and closed, still screaming miserably, speaking words he himself didn't believe, as the light in his eyes dimmed, and his body fell towards the ground.
Within the biting cold wind high in the clouds, a tinge of regret arose in his heart, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
"I had just reached Foundation Establishment; I could have lived for another two hundred years!"
"It turns out, that day, Uncle Yan and the supreme elder were saving me..."
The body with a hole in its forehead fell onto the rocks, but it didn't burst open. Instead, it shattered directly into numerous Azure Ice Crystal-like fragments, mixed with a trickle of dark brown blood, scattering into the forest.
Not even a living clump of blood could be pieced together, the body that was close to a third-order Vajra was utterly useless.
King Kong Que was listlessly lamenting over the quality of his brew when his body suddenly stiffened.
His pupils contracted severely, his hairs stood on end, staring in disbelief at the youth in blue clothes not far away.
"You want my spinal bone to brew wine, right?"
Jiang Ding's voice was gentle, with a slight smile, "As it happens, I have a thought: all man-eating monsters in the world must die. Be it beaks, feathers, flesh, bones, or blood, everything is to be used to craft elixirs and fabricate artifacts, utilized to their fullest potential."
"What do you say, good or not?"
The Peacock Demon Kong Que swallowed hard, triggering all his mana, burning Essence Blood, and desperately escaping to the rear.