This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Mo Yan and Xue Zhuyong fell into the Spiritual Abyss alongside the Jiaolong King almost simultaneously.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Given that the two of them arrived in the Flame Spirit Realm, the Jiaolong Demon King and Jiao Yan must have done the same.

However, with the vastness of the Flame Spirit Realm and the random transmission of the Spiritual Abyss passage, they should have had difficulty encountering each other in a short period.

But fortunately, much like Mo Yan, the Jiaolong Demon King also fell into the territory of the Flame Spirit Clan.

"Yan is an elemental spirit of Netherfire and does not belong to the Flame Spirit Clan, but his status among them is unsurpassed.

Since the Flame Spirit Clan is spread throughout the entire Flame Domain, the instant we landed here, we were detected by the Fire Spirits and informed Yan," Mo Yan explained. "The Jiaolong Demon King's location is now also within Yan's grasp."

After pondering for a moment, Xue Zhuyong spoke up, "The Jiaolong King was already gravely injured when he fell into the Spiritual Abyss, and his combat power has been reduced to a low ebb.

As a water attribute demon beast, finding himself in the Blaze Domain replete with Fire Elemental Spiritual Power, he can't replenish his spiritual power. Under such circumstances, he might not even be able to exert twenty percent of his strength."

"Now is indeed the best opportunity to take action against the Jiaolong Demon King when he's at his weakest," Xue Zhuyong added.

"Jiao Yan is extremely weak, even his tendons have been removed, and on top of that, the Sword Master has laid some schemes on him—currently, he's insignificant. We only need to consider the Jiaolong King," added Mo Yan.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, Fellow Daoist Qin," Mo Yan slowed his voice, extending an invitation to Lu Qingshan and Qin Yitian: "Would you two be interested in joining me to meet this sea Jiaolong King who has entered the furnace?"

"Naturally, I will follow Young Master Lu's decision," Qin Yitian said as a matter of course.

Lu Qingshan began to ponder.

Xue Zhuyong, a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator whose intent had already reached the second layer of the Perfection Realm, Mo Yan, who had just become a Golden Core Cultivator, and himself at the peak of Foundation Establishment, were about to face the Jiaolong King, who at most only retained twenty percent of his peak combat power.

As for Qin Yitian, although her cultivation didn't seem prominent, her various extraordinary performances made Lu Qingshan suspect her identity a long time ago.

No matter the circumstance, Qin Yitian was definitely related to the origin of the Dragon Breath in the Dragon Pool.

Such a woman with a bizarre background surely possessed her own unique methods. At the very least, he didn't need to be distracted by concerns for her safety; she might even have a powerful trump card hidden, just like Zang Xiaojian.

After weighing the formation of his own side in his mind, Lu Qingshan decisively said, "To strike while he's ill and take his life, this is feasible!"

"Good, today we shall exact blood for blood for the suffering the Jiaolong King has inflicted on Jiaolong Island for hundreds of years!" Seeing that Lu Qingshan had agreed, Mo Yan clenched his fist and said coldly.

Then, Mo Yan patted the little Fire Spirit on his shoulder.

The little Fire Spirit obediently floated up and let out a soft call.

An invisible sonic wave quietly spread out.

A moment later.

Gurgling, gurgling~

The lava river began to roil and surge, making a boiling sound with bubbles rising and bursting, countless crimson dots emerged, like fireflies, rising from the underground lava river.

These red dots were the Flame Spirit Clan.

Numerous Flame Spirits relayed the message from far away in a primitive manner, informing Yan.

Yan then conveyed it to Mo Yan.

Upon receiving the message, Mo Yan nodded and said to everyone, "Since entering the Flame Spirit Realm, the Jiaolong King has not moved. Follow me!"

Mo Yan leapt up and flew towards the northeast.

Several streaks of heaven and earth rainbow light immediately followed behind him, breaking through the air. Explore hidden tales at empire

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The territory of the Flame Spirit Clan was almost identical in landscape, except for different patterns on the ground.

Without Yan leading the way, it would likely not take long to become disoriented when traveling through this area, wondering if one is merely going in circles.

About an hour later.

"Yan said it's just ahead," Mo Yan stopped and whispered.

Everyone signaled their understanding and all began to conceal their aura, preparing to sneak forward silently.

But at that moment, an extremely mournful roar suddenly burst out from not too far away.

Everyone's expression changed.

They were familiar with the roar—it was the voice of the Jiaolong Demon King.

"What's happened?"

Lu Qingshan had a suspicion in his heart. He looked at Mo Yan, waiting for his explanation.

"It's the Sword Master's doing," Mo Yan's eyes were cold as he said icily, "Although we specifically spared Jiao Yan's life to use as bait to lure the Jiaolong Demon King into our trap,

how could the Sword Master easily let it go when Jiao Yan's hands were stained with so much blood of the Human Race.

In fact, Jiao Yan's essence had already dispersed completely, beyond salvation. It was only being kept alive temporarily by a special method of the Sword Master, allowing it to cling to life desperately.

Now it seems to have reached its limit and died on the spot."

The four of them walked on for a while longer.

Lu Qingshan immediately widened his eyes. He saw within a cracked low hill, a black Jiao Beast, over sixty zhang long, drenched in blood but still exuding fierce might, with most of its body coiled within the crevices.

It was indeed the Jiaolong Demon King.

The Jiaolong Demon King's expression was one of pain, its roaring voice earth-shaking.

By its side lay another black Jiao Beast, slightly shorter in length, but it no longer had any sign of life. Strangely, the corpse of this massive black Jiao Beast was incredibly shriveled.

Scattered around were pieces of golden ropes torn into sections.

These were the magic artifacts previously used by the Dragon Slaying Saber to bind Jiao Yan.

"So it's true that Jiao Yan is dead. The Dragon Slaying Saber is indeed ruthless towards Jiao Beasts," Lu Qingshan thought, taking a deep breath, as he looked at the shriveled corpse.

All the Dragon Scales on the Jiaolong Demon King's body had already fallen off, and the wound caused by the Heaven-reaching Sword Qi hidden within Zang Xiaojian showed no signs of healing, and seemed to be worsening further.

Bloodstains were scattered all over the hill.

At this moment, the Jiao King was at his weakest.

What was more important was that due to the fall of Jiao Yan, the Jiao King suffered a great blow. For the time being, the Jiaolong Demon King, engulfed in pain, had yet to notice the approach of Lu Qingshan and the three others.

"I shall take the first move," Xue Zhuyong said solemnly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Xue Zhuyong's Cultivation was far superior to the three others, and he was their greatest assurance.

Without Xue Zhuyong, a Nascent Soul Cultivator, among them, even if the Jiao King were severely injured, they would not dare to seek him out.

Therefore, without question, Xue Zhuyong should be the one to make the first move.

Xue Zhuyong moved incredibly fast. With a flick of his left hand, a flash of fire appeared, transforming into a Fire Bead.

Compared to Three-feet Edge, this was the magic artifact that Xue Zhuyong had used for the longest time and was most adept with.

A thick layer of fog emanated from the Fire Bead, and within the mist, Fire Serpents moved around.

Without any hesitation, Xue Zhuyong spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Fire Bead.

Boosted by the power of this Essence Blood, the Fire Bead instantly shone brightly and started to expand rapidly.