"ROAR!"
The Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon roared again and again, its eyes burning with infinite rage. Its blood-red tongue licked past two rows of sharp fangs as if selecting its next al. "Little bastard, you have thoroughly enraged ."
Its hundred-ter-long body trembled violently.
A black light flashed from its glossy, dark scales. Thunder rumbled as a blizzard raged.
Within a hundred-zhang radius of the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon, everything turned into an Ice and Snow World. Ice coated all things, extinguishing every last trace of life.
"Ice Dragon Break!"
A thunderous roar erupted from its massive, bloody maw.
The blizzard between heaven and earth intensified. The surrounding Spiritual Qi grew stagnant, and a deathly silence fell over everything.
RUMBLE—
Suddenly, a series of rumbles echoed from the frozen ground. The earth shook, and the mountains and forests collapsed.
A white mist spewed from the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon’s mouth, rolling forward along the ground. Wherever the white mist passed, sharp ice spikes sprouted from the earth.
Each spike was several ters long and as thick as a thigh. Their tips were incomparably sharp, capable of piercing a suit of armor with a single strike.
They were comparable to Yellow-tier Profound Weapons!
Rows upon rows of ice spikes shot up from the ground, standing inverted like a long dragon of ice crawling across the frozen land. They charged toward Jiang Chen, each spike like a Yellow-tier Profound Weapon, powerful enough to pierce the body of a True Martial realm expert. Moreover, they carried an Ice Cold Power that could instantly freeze anything.
The Sword Qi that Jiang Chen unleashed was instantly frozen by the Ice Cold Power from the spikes the mont it made contact, before it could even erupt with its destructive force.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
The sharp Sword Qi was directly frozen into an ice sculpture shaped like a sword.
The chilling aura rolled in like a tide. A layer of white frost covered Jiang Chen’s face, clothes, and his dark hair that fluttered without any wind.
"What terrifying cold!"
Jiang Chen’s gaze sharpened, a brilliant golden light flashing in his eyes. ’This Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon must have had a great fortuitous encounter. Otherwise, with its bloodline, it would be impossible to possess such a terrifying Ice Cold Power. It seems I have no choice but to use my Innate Divine Techniques. If I don’t, I really won’t be able to handle this Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon!’
At this thought, Jiang Chen continuously activated his Profound Ice Sword. Sword light danced chaotically as Sword Qi flew everywhere.
One after another, he executed exquisite Sword Techniques...
Flowing Light Technique...
Thunderbolt Technique...
Wind Fluctuation...
He unleashed one Sword Technique after another. Although most were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, so Sword Qi still managed to shatter the unrelenting horde of ice spikes. They carved a path for Jiang Chen, whose figure flashed away, escaping from the boundless forest of spikes and reappearing several hundred ters away.
"ROAR... Little bastard, you can’t escape!" the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon roared furiously.
Jiang Chen stood with his sword in hand, a cold light flickering in his resolute eyes. "Escape? I never thought of running!"
"Hahaha, it seems you already understand the gap between us! You know you can’t escape, so you’ve decided to give up resisting!" the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon said arrogantly.
Its hundred-ter body thrashed in the air, letting out a fearso roar.
Seeing this, Zhao Qiankun, who was lying on the ground, had an excited gleam in his eyes. He roared hysterically, "Flood Dragon Demon, I command you to break every bone in this kid’s body and cripple his cultivation, but don’t kill him. I want to finish him myself to avenge my humiliation!"
"Rest assured, Young Master. I will make this little bastard kneel before you and accept your punishnt!" the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon quickly replied.
Jiang Chen watched the exchange between the man and the flood dragon with cold eyes. He sneered mockingly, "Sorry, but a disgusting reptile like you isn’t enough to make , Jiang Chen, feel fear!"
"Hmm?"
The Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon was stunned, its expression changing abruptly.
The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth suddenly grew chaotic, beginning to boil violently like a pot of water.
Everything in this corner of the world dimd, except for Jiang Chen, who began to radiate an unparalleled brilliance.
One after another, Divine Patterns flowed from between his eyebrows, covering his entire body. The black runes were like the deep, starry sky, carrying an endless, majestic power.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi transford into long rainbows that shot up and were swallowed into Jiang Chen’s body as he opened his mouth.
On the snow-covered ground beneath his feet, the snow began to lt and the ice layer cracked. The life force of the vegetation was completely stripped away. All of this energy converged into Jiang Chen’s body. Like the sea that accepts all rivers, his body took in everything. At this mont, Jiang Chen was like a vast ocean, swallowing all energy.
Centered on Jiang Chen, a gale of True Essence howled and spun, expanding from one zhang, to ten, to a hundred...
All the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a ten-li radius was devoured by Jiang Chen.
This was the Innate Divine Technique of the Godslaying Sword—Devouring God!
A supre Secret Technique that devoured the power of all things in heaven and earth to explosively increase one’s combat power in a short amount of ti.
At this mont, Jiang Chen’s body pulsed with golden light, making him resemble a sword-wielding War God in Golden Armor.
He stood facing the biting cold wind, his black hair dancing wildly and his long robes fluttering. His deep, star-like eyes burst forth with a blue-gold light. "Zhao Qiankun, did you think bringing this ugly reptile would save you? I will show you just how laughable your thinking is!"
"Y-y-you, what are you going to do?" Zhao Qiankun’s expression faltered, a look of terror on his face.
Jiang Chen gave a cold smile and uttered two icy words: "Kill. You."
The mont the words left his mouth, Jiang Chen, surrounded by a gale of golden True Essence, transford into a streak of Flowing Light and shot toward Zhao Qiankun.
Zhao Qiankun’s eyes looked ready to split as he shrieked hysterically, "Flood Dragon Demon, block him for ! Block him—"
"Rest assured, Master! As long as I am here, he won’t be able to harm a single hair on your head..." the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon said arrogantly. Its hundred-ter body twisted in the air, riding the clouds and mist as it charged toward Jiang Chen with a blizzard in tow.
"Get out of my way!"
With a cold shout, Jiang Chen’s sword strike seed to shatter the heavens and sunder the earth.
The light on the Profound Ice Sword surged. A hundred-zhang Sword Aura burst forth, tearing through the sky. Inscriptions floated on the Profound Ice Sword as Ice Cold Power clung to the Sword Aura. The hundred-zhang Sword Aura seed capable of cleaving mountains and piercing the Celestial Vault as it fell from the sky.
Before this hundred-zhang Sword Aura, the blizzard surrounding the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon was as fragile as tofu, directly cleaved in two.
The hundred-zhang Sword Aura slamd viciously into the Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon’s body.
"ROAR—"
The Dragon-Horned Demon Flood Dragon let out a miserable shriek. Its dark Scale Armor burst open, its blood spraying across the sky. A grueso, ghastly wound that exposed bone was slashed open on its hundred-ter-long body. Its entire form was sent flying backward, crashing violently into a hill several hundred ters away. The hill collapsed from the impact, and the Flood Dragon lay limp on the ground like a dead snake.
Its pair of enormous eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Chen, filled with utter disbelief.
「At the sa ti...」
Jiang Chen had already landed in front of Zhao Qiankun. He seized him by the neck and lifted him up.
Zhao Qiankun struggled violently. The icy killing intent emanating from Jiang Chen terrified him, and his eyes filled with desperation and pleading. "Jiang Chen, spare ! Don’t kill ... I’m begging you, don’t kill ! My father is the leader of the Qinghuo Gang; he can give you imnse wealth! My sworn brother, Luo Qing, is a Core Disciple of the Saint Martial Sword Sect. With him looking out for you, no one in the Saint Martial Sword Sect would dare to trouble you. As long as you let go, I’ll be your slave in the future! Please, I’m begging you, let go..."
"Wealth? Protection? It sounds tempting, but it’s a pity. None of that is enough for to spare your worthless life!" Jiang Chen said with a look of indifference. His slowly rising palm burst forth with waves of a True Essence storm.
Zhao Qiankun was both terrified and furious, roaring, "No, don’t... Jiang Chen, you can’t kill ... My father and my sworn brother will never let you go! They’ll never—AAAAH..."
Before his words could fade, the True Essence storm in Jiang Chen’s palm had already enveloped Zhao Qiankun. Each gust within the storm was a sharp strand of Sword Qi.
They converged into a great net of Sword Qi, binding Zhao Qiankun tightly.
With a casual toss from Jiang Chen, Zhao Qiankun was thrown backward. In mid-air, with a loud BOOM, he exploded, directly shredded into pieces by the crisscrossing Sword Qi.
A prodigy of his generation, Zhao Qiankun, had t his end, left without even a complete corpse!
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