weddingnovel Chapter 756 - 755: Sword Slays the Flood Dragon
Chapter 756 - 755: Sword Slays the Flood Dragon
The fierce expressions on Old Ghost Zhao and company had not yet faded, when they suddenly froze on their faces.
In the depths of everyone’s eyes, this terrifying scene was reflected:
On the mountainside, hundreds of meters high, coiled a demon dragon, bowing its body. Half of its mighty form rested against a peak, encircling it completely.
The massive serpentine body split at the neck and stretched out into three horned heads, each as gigantic as a mountain peak, with six dark green eyes staring eerily at everyone present!
In this instant.
Everyone felt their scalp tingle and their hearts race; those like Old Ghost Zhao, who had been full of bravado moments earlier, now trembled all over as if small rabbits caught under the gaze of a primordial beast.
"What’s going on? Why has it appeared? Doesn’t it only emerge once every few months? How did it surface so quickly?" Old Ghost Zhao’s face turned pale.
"How would I know?"
The evil cultivators were so frightened they dared not move, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
"Fools!"
Ye Qingchen shook his head.
The Three-headed Demon Dragon slumbers due to a lack of Spiritual Qi, similar to ordinary snakes hibernating to conserve energy. But here you all are, these evil cultivators unleashing your powers outside White Bone Ridge, ready for a fight.
Isn’t this essentially signaling to the Three-headed Demon Dragon that there’s food here, urging it to come quickly and devour?
Whoosh!
While everyone assessed the Three-headed Demon Dragon, it suddenly sprang forth like a tightly wound spring released, shattering the peak wrapped around its body under immense force.
This darting, swift movement, akin to a flood dragon emerging from water, left everyone astonished.
"Quick, retreat!"
Old Ghost Zhao cried out in alarm.
Boom!
With a resounding crash.
Many of the evil cultivators had already leaped into the air, while the massive rock beneath them was crushed on the spot by the Three-headed Demon Dragon, turning into dust and ash. Though the blow missed, its tail swept out like a giant staff.
"Thunk!"
A slower-moving evil cultivator was struck directly by the tail. The Yin Sha Skull formed from his Human Immortal Second Layer cultivation exploded instantly.
Beneath everyone’s terrified gazes, he spat out a mouthful of blood, launching like a cannonball, knocking over several rocks before crashing onto the ground, rolling dozens of meters before coming to a stop.
"Old Ghost Mu!"
Zheng Jiuling exclaimed.
The others, witnessing the scene, cried out in anguish.
"Fight the monster to the death!"
Old Ghost Zhao’s eyes turned red.
He and Old Ghost Mu shared a bond forged through life-and-death struggles, and upon seeing this, he almost cracked his teeth from clenching them. He roared, raised his hand fiercely, and his entire body surged with Demonic Qi.
"Go!"
As he swung his hand, the overwhelming Demonic Qi transformed into a terrifying, vicious ghost, like an arrow, charging straight at the Three-headed Demon Dragon!
"Everyone, attack together!"
Seeing this, the other evil cultivators in the scene also shouted in unison, launching their attacks.
Demonic Qi, Evil Qi, and Ghostly Qi churned wildly, sweeping toward the Three-headed Demon Dragon like a massive tide. With so many Human Immortal Second Layer evil cultivators attacking together, the momentum became overwhelming.
It was like a barrage of cannon fire, instantaneously enveloping the body of the Three-headed Demon Dragon.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst thunderous explosions, dust and debris whirled upward. The explosive winds shook everyone as if caught in treacherous waves, forcing them back repeatedly.
"Did it work?"
Old Ghost Zhao stared wide-eyed, fixating on the center of the dust.
"For so many of us to strike, that beast should at least be heavily injured if not dead!" an evil cultivator said indignantly.
Yet, just as the words fell.
A piercing roar burst forth!
In disbelief, they saw the Three-headed Demon Dragon whip its massive tail, carrying ferocious gusts, tearing apart the swirling dust and bursting back into view.
"Impossible!"
Exclamations rang from the crowd at the sight.
The entire mountain top was shattered, the surrounding rocks and bones laid waste, everything was filled with devastation! But the Three-headed Demon Dragon stood proud in the center, unscathed!
Old Ghost Zhao’s eyes almost popped out.
However, his deep scheming quickly brought him back. He immediately shouted sharply, and once more began forming a spell. Following this, the colossal energy from everyone erupted simultaneously, as terrifying attacks bombarded the Three-headed Demon Dragon from all directions!
"Roar!"
The Three-headed Demon Dragon, surrounded and besieged, let out a long roar to the sky. Its startling, fearsome cry was nothing like a flood dragon—instead, it resembled a monstrous beast from antiquity.
Amidst the roar, its demonic aura surged, rolling toward the crowd in attack.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of terrifying loud noises erupted.
The massive Demonic Qi poured out and swept across, causing the air all around to fracture. The dreadful aftermath spread out, even blasting huge cracks into the surrounding earth!
No wonder it is the presence that haunts White Bone Ridge. Even under the siege of everyone, it was not only unscathed but also directly blasted everyone away with its fierce impact.
"Too strong!"
At this moment, even Zheng Jiuling’s face was pale, "Mr. Ye, can you handle it?"
Although he had long known how terrifying the Three-headed Demon Dragon was, he never knew to what extent it was strong. Now, witnessing the full attack from Old Ghost Zhao and several others landing on its body, it seemed to be entirely unfazed.
And this Three-headed Demon Dragon seemed more like a primordial behemoth, sweeping across everything, utterly invincible!
It seemed Ye Qingchen might also struggle against it.
"Kid, didn’t you say you wanted to take on this Three-headed Demon Dragon?" Upon hearing Zheng Jiuling’s words, Old Ghost Zhao rolled away awkwardly, avoiding the tail of the Three-headed Demon Dragon which fell like a giant club, looking viciously at Ye Qingchen.
"Just him? He is only at the Human Immortal Second Layer, and I think he’s already been frightened silly by the Demon Dragon!" another Evil Cultivator, fleeing miserably.
The three heads of this Three-headed Demon Dragon each possessed an attribute, and while it just remained there motionless, Wind Blades, Fireballs, and Electric Snakes came rushing in, leaving them without a foothold.
They only felt that this Demon Dragon was toying with them like a cat with mice.
"Perhaps we should retreat!"
Old Ghost Zhao also knew things were amiss, and if they continued, all of them might end up buried here.
The others, upon hearing this, were unwilling but angrily looked at Ye Qingchen. If not for this young man, they wouldn’t have awakened the Three-headed Demon Dragon, nor ended up in this situation.
"Mr. Ye, perhaps we should leave!"
Watching the Three-headed Demon Dragon rampaging around, Zheng Jiuling couldn’t help but speak.
"Leave, why leave?" Yet, unexpectedly, Ye Qingchen shook his head, "It’s just a mere beast, and I’ve come precisely for it!"
"Roar!"
As those words fell, the Three-headed Demon Dragon, which originally showed a playful face as if it were toying with mice, actually turned around at that moment, suddenly gazing towards Ye Qingchen, its six green pupils filled with rage.
As a Demon Dragon at the Human Immortal level, how could it not understand the disdain in Ye Qingchen’s words?
"Howl!"
It let out an angry roar, its three massive mouths opened wide, and infinite flames, lightning, and fierce winds swiftly converged, transforming into a towering wave of rage that rushed towards Ye Qingchen.
Along the way, whether rock or accumulated bones, everything was crushed to splinters. Even the entire ground was etched with terrifying marks, extending from beneath the feet of the Three-headed Demon Dragon to Ye Qingchen!
"Not good!"
Upon seeing this scene, Zheng Jiuling’s legs went weak with fear, nearly collapsing on the spot. This vast scene seemed like heavenly might, beyond what any mortal could fathom. For a moment, they all seemed like twigs under raging tidal waves, as if they were about to be utterly crushed on the spot.
"This kid..."
Seeing this, Old Ghost Zhao was hopping mad, "It’s not enough for him to get himself killed, but he’s dragged Zheng Jiuling along!"
"Let’s go!" Seeing this, a few other Evil Cultivators lifted the unconscious Old Ghost Mu, and propped up Old Ghost Zhao from both sides, "While the Three-headed Demon Dragon’s attention is drawn away, hurry and escape! If we linger, we won’t get away!"
"That brat wants to die, let him die!"
Old Ghost Zhao glanced at Ye Qingchen, then at the pale-faced Zheng Jiuling, stomping his foot.
He understood.
With his strength, there was no way he could stop this frenzied Three-headed Demon Dragon, and he might even get caught up himself!
"Go!"
Eventually, Old Ghost Zhao gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, but he couldn’t help but glance forward. However, what he saw was something he would never forget!
Just as.
The boiling flames, fierce winds, and lightning billowed, turning into a massive wave like a torrent that seemed capable of completely engulfing the entire world!
Yet, beneath this wave, Ye Qingchen was standing alone. He lifted his head towards the roaring wave, slowly raising his right hand. As his palm made a gripping motion, a sword as brilliant as a star appeared in his grasp!
Then, he swung it slowly.
"Slash!"
There were no words to describe the edge of this sword.
At this moment, it was as if time stood still. In the depths of Old Ghost Zhao’s eyes, the pouring tide that surged forth, under this sword, was split in two before Ye Qingchen as if a knife cutting through water.
The sword’s gleam swept across, directly striking the Three-headed Flood Dragon!
"Roar!"
The Three-headed Demon Dragon let out a piercing scream, a hint of fear flashed in its six green eyes. Its massive tail swung violently, retreating at high speed. But no matter how fast it retreated, could it be faster than Ye Qingchen’s sword?
The next moment.
Everyone present saw clearly.
The Three-headed Demon Dragon, which had been living for countless years and devoured countless people, shuddered violently as it retreated, as if struck by lightning. In the incredulous eyes of the crowd, its three massive heads followed the path of the sword and slipped off, blood spurting like a flood!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As blood spurted wildly, the severed head and body crashed heavily to the ground.
Silence!
Within the vast White Bone Ridge, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded; the Three-headed Flood Dragon that had haunted White Bone Ridge for countless years had died by Ye Qingchen’s hand, slain by a single sword!