This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

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Sword Qi swept across the sky, earth-shakingly powerful, and in an instant, it pierced through the blue light orb that threatened Lu Qingshan’s life, turning into a rainbow light that shot towards the Jiaolong Demon King.

Atop the Sword Qi, an overwhelmingly majestic Sword Intent enveloped everything.

The Jiaolong Demon King’s pupils shrunk suddenly, his large eyes filled with the terrifying Sword Qi.

Upon this Heaven-reaching Sword Qi, he actually sensed the breath of death.

Not daring to be negligent, countless bright golden runes emerged on his enormous Jiao body.

The originally pitch-black Jiaolong Demon King became dazzling with golden light at this moment.

The Jiaolong Demon King had activated the innate ability of the Jiao Clan that he had awakened.

Thwack!

This Sword Qi viewed everything as nothing, piercing through the midsection of the Jiaolong Demon King’s body, leaving behind an extremely small and deep, but difficult to heal, cavity.

Blood spurted from it.

The Jiaolong Demon King trembled all over, and his vigor weakened in an instant.

"Such strong Sword Qi..." Lu Qingshan was stunned, silent at that moment, his heart deeply moved.

A single burst of Sword Qi could be so powerful.

How powerful then must the Sword Cultivator who sent out this Sword Qi be?

"This is the protective Sword Qi my father left for me, only to be triggered when I encounter a life-and-death crisis," Zang Xiaojian turned his head, seemingly unaware of the preciousness of this Sword Qi, and chuckled at Lu Qingshan, "The favor I owed you last time is now repaid."

Lu Qingshan subconsciously nodded, then forced a bitter smile, "Not only repaid, but now I owe you a favor..."

"Detestable! Detestable!" The Jiaolong Demon King, having been severely injured by the Sword Qi, was now thoroughly enraged, and countless mysterious runes emerged on his Jiao body.

Previously, he had been cautious not to exert his full strength since his transformation into a dragon was imminent, fearing it would damage his Element Qi and affect the transformation.

Now, under heavy injury, he had cast aside all concerns.

All of the Human Race must die!

The Jiaolong Demon King was furiously enraged in his heart.

His Jiao tail, covered with mysterious runes, lashed out at the Sword Master, the movement even faster than it had been before the injury.

The Jiaolong Demon King’s long and thick tail, covered in runes, compressed the surrounding air, creating a terrifying vacuum environment.

Bang!

The Sword Master was unable to avoid it and could only hold up the Full Moon Saber, trying to block the sweeping tail just like before.

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Although the process was the same, the outcome was entirely different.

The moment the Jiao tail collided with the Sword Master’s Full Moon Saber, a blinding golden light flared up.

Clang!

The impact made the Sword Master unable to hold onto his Full Moon Saber, causing it to fly from his grip, and he himself was thrown out like a kite with its string cut, tracing a parabolic arc before falling to the ground, struggling to get up.

Seeing the Sword Master temporarily incapacitated, the Jiaolong Demon King pursued the attack, pouncing at Xue Zhuyong.

Compared to the Sword Master’s disastrous defeat, Xue Zhuyong put up much more of a fight.

An indescribably strange force attached itself to the Three-feet Edge Magic Artifact, and under their mutual enhancement, Xue Zhuyong managed to barely fend off the attacks of the Jiaolong Demon King.

It was the power of Intent that Xue Zhuyong had mastered.

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Huff huff!

Xue Zhuyong’s face was pale, desperately suppressing the Spiritual Power within him that was gradually becoming uncontrollable.

The gap in realms was too great; even with the Three-feet Edge and the power of Intent, he could not hold on for much longer.

"Isn’t it ready yet?!" Xue Zhuyong gritted his teeth.

He was waiting for the killing move the Sword Master had mentioned.

Just then, several strange white lights suddenly appeared, striking the Jiaolong Demon King’s body.

Unbeknownst to when, the Sword Master was holding a golden Array Plate in his hand, having already climbed up from the ground. Though his face was covered in blood and he was in a sorry state, his expression was incredibly resolute.

On the ground, dozens of thick Divine Light beams emerged, and those white lights were emitted by the Divine Light.

This was a Forced Teleportation Formation modified from a small Teleportation Array. The transmission distance was extremely short, the consumption was tremendous, the activation time was exceedingly long, and it might even be a one-time use. Its only advantage was that it could teleport forcibly!

As for the destination of the teleportation.

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The Sword Master glanced at the towering volcano crater not far away.

Spiritual Abyss!

Yes, exactly as Lu Qingshan had thought.

His biggest trump card was to knock the Jiaolong Demon King into the Spiritual Abyss.

Killing the Jiaolong Demon King was too difficult.

But if the goal was merely to force the Jiaolong Demon King into the Spiritual Abyss, then the chances of success would undoubtedly increase exponentially.

The very plan of the Dragon Slaying Saber was to rely on the Cloud Mist Giant and the Sword Master’s combat power to delay enough time to activate the Forced Teleportation Formation and transport the Jiaolong Demon King into the Spiritual Abyss.

The form of the Jiaolong Demon King began to flicker.

Intense spatial fluctuations spread within the space surrounding it.

Though the Jiaolong Demon King detected no danger atop these few strands of Spiritual Light, he understood that whatever the Human Race had so diligently schemed, it couldn’t possibly be so simple.

He even had a vague guess about the Sword Master’s plot.

The name of the Spiritual Abyss, he had heard of it, too.

Situated at such a desperate place, just within reach, and the Human Race’s long-prepared means turned out to be a teleportation array.

At this point, as the king of the Jiao Clan, how could he be so foolish as to not realize the Human Race’s plot?

Mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the Jiaolong Demon King’s body, solidifying his previously phantom-like form once again. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Clang, clang, clang!

These mysterious runes then swiftly detached from the body of the Jiaolong Demon King, rapidly entwining with the white Spiritual Light of the teleportation array, continuously dissolving each other.

As a price, each time a rune left the Jiaolong Demon King’s Jiao body, the corresponding Dragon Scale would actually fall off.

However, under the influence of these runes, the white Spiritual Light slowly dissipated and vanished.

In the end, although the Jiaolong Demon King’s body was gored and looked exceedingly miserable, he ultimately withstood the force of the Forced Teleportation Formation’s teleportation.

Even though the Sword Master had already greatly overestimated the Jiaolong Demon King, the Jiaolong Demon King’s tactics were still far more numerous than he had thought.

After exhausting all efforts, when the Forced Teleportation Formation had just activated, the plan still resulted in failure.

Despair.

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"Is this where it ends?" Seeing this scene, Xue Zhuyong, whose face was pale, let out a long sigh and asked the Sword Master.

"No, I still have one last move…" The Sword Master, with a face filled with despair, shook his head to Xue Zhuyong and said through gritted teeth, "It all depends on how much the Jiaolong Demon King values his one and only bloodline."

"Wretched beast, look over here." A hoarse male voice rang out.

The Jiaolong Demon King instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

The Dragon Slaying Saber’s second-in-command, the Taoist Truth Speaker, who had not made an appearance on the battlefield, had unexpectedly appeared high above the edge of the Spiritual Abyss.

In his hands, he held a golden rope.

On the rope, hung the Jiaolong Demon King’s one and only bloodline, Jiao Yan.

The golden rope bound Jiao Yan, preventing him from moving.

The Taoist Truth Speaker revealed a cold smile on his face and with a wave of his right hand, he flung Jiao Yan out.

Tossed towards the Spiritual Abyss.

The speed wasn’t fast. Given the distance between the Jiaolong Demon King and the Spiritual Abyss, if he acted immediately, it was entirely possible to rescue Jiao Yan before he fell into the Spiritual Abyss.

But the risk he faced was that, being so close to the Spiritual Abyss, one misstep might result in being knocked into the Spiritual Abyss.

An obvious stratagem.

It all depended on whether the father-son bond between the Jiaolong Demon King and Jiao Yan was strong enough.

If it was strong enough, even knowing it was a trap, the Jiaolong Demon King would still risk the rescue!

This was the Dragon Slaying Saber’s final gambit, only to be used after all other preparations had come to naught.

After all, placing the hopes of slaying the dragon on the father-son bond that the Jiaolong Demon King held for Jiao Yan was truly the most helpless choice.

"Father King..." Jiao Yan’s voice was weak as he called for the Jiaolong Demon King, his body falling straight towards the Spiritual Abyss.

Roar!

A very human-like light flashed in the eyes of the Jiaolong Demon King, and with a furious bellow, he plunged without hesitation toward the abyss.

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