Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 680 The River Water Turns Slightly Red
"Kill all the aquatic creatures of the Xiangjiang River, and I will reward you with the position of commander, ten drops of your essence blood, and more!" The string of rewards drove the monsters, already tormented by death, into a frenzy.

Like a mountain torrent that blocked the river, it directly overwhelmed the Xiangjiang River basin.

The Dragon King was recuperating in his cave when he suddenly heard the battle report. He was so angry that his scales stood on end, and the tender flesh that had just been growing in his wounds burst open, oozing drops of blood.

"This is outrageous!" With a roar, half of the cave collapsed, and amidst the flying debris, it transformed into a black gust of wind and burst out of the water.

Upon seeing the battle situation, he was even more enraged—the Zishui demon soldiers were completely disorganized, charging around like madmen:

A red-scaled carp spirit recklessly charged towards the water fortress, and just as it got close, it suddenly exploded its demon core, blasting the mouth of the Xiangjiang River wide open.

Eight armored crabs formed a battle formation, and upon seeing a demon, they would clamp down and brutally kill it.

The most terrifying thing was that group of green-eyed frog demons, each one swollen like a ball, rolling down the hillside and crushing everything in their path!
"Madmen! They're all madmen!" the Dragon King roared, instantly revealing his true form, which was a hundred feet tall.

Despite being wounded, the Demon King's aura was not to be underestimated. With a single open of its massive mouth, it swallowed more than ten enemy demons; with a swipe of its sharp claws, it tore apart several commanders.

Seeing their king take action, the Xiangjiang aquatic tribes were greatly encouraged. Although they were not as fierce as the Zishui demon soldiers, their superior numbers allowed them to gradually regain their footing.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the Dragon King suddenly spotted a familiar figure stealthily fleeing down Xinfagou.

Who else could it be but the most despicable, vile, and hateful General Benbo of Zishui?
As if sensing something, the giant tortoise turned around and grinned, "King Alligator Dragon, where's your tail?" Then it took off running, its short legs moving incredibly fast.

"Ding!"

These words were like a sharp arrow, striking the Dragon King's most painful spot—the shame of losing his tail was all thanks to this old tortoise!
In an instant, all thoughts of injury and battle situation were thrown to the winds.

"Aow!!!" A wild roar shook the heavens, "You little bastard, don't you dare run away!"

He immediately summoned a raging, demonic wind and, disregarding his injuries, gave chase.

This pursuit covered a distance of a hundred miles, flying over the Xinfagou Valley strewn with corpses, skimming over the turbulent Hengling Lake, plunging straight into the depths of Tuolian Port, and finally chasing into the Zishui River basin.

As I rushed into the Zi River, I suddenly felt a chill all over my body.

Looking around, all he could see was an empty expanse at the bottom of the water; not even a single fish or shrimp could be seen. The old turtle had long since disappeared.

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in the Dragon King's mind. He realized he had been too impulsive and was about to turn back.

Suddenly, the surrounding water curtain shimmered with a bluish light, and countless talismans emerged from the darkness, sealing off the entire body of water completely.

"You beast, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

A clear shout, like thunder from the heavens, instantly changed the very landscape! The Zi River, dozens of feet deep, seemed to be cleaved in two by a giant hand of a god, crashing open to both sides. And so it was seen:
The waves surged like a collapsing mountain, the water split as if the sky were collapsing. A silver river cleaved through the middle, and towering waves made way for it.

When the riverbed silt is exposed, fish, shrimp, turtles and tortoises hide their forms; when the Milky Way sky is revealed, the sun, moon and stars are all astonished!
A vast net has already been laid out above the clouds.

The person at the very front is none other than the deputy head of Baoan Hall, the Water Lord of Taihu Lake, and the Little Green King.

She wore a crown adorned with azure waters and clouds, armor shrouded in a thousand scales and waves, a nine-curved dragon sash around her waist, and cloud-piercing boots on her feet.

Behind him, two swords were crossed; the Gan Jiang demonic sword on the left gleamed coldly, while the Mo Xie demonic sword on the right shone brightly. In his hands, he held a jade bottle, within which the Gui Water divine thunder rippled. A demonic mark appeared between his brows, and his eyes radiated a chilling killing intent!

The two guardians on either side made them even more imposing.
On the left stands Li Yingqi, the pioneer of Taihu Lake. How is he dressed?

His hair was bound in a golden crown, its pheasant tail swaying; twin swords, purple and blue, gleamed coldly. Black armor clad him, dragon scales shimmering; his battle boots moved with the stride of a tiger treading the waves. He was none other than the peerless swordsman, whose "sword, drawn from the Qiantang River, startled ghosts and gods, and slew eight hundred demons."

On the right stand the new Shushan swordsmen: Yan Chixia wields a divine sword, its golden light radiating; Qi Lingyun, dressed in white, his Qinggang sword coldly illuminating his icy heart; Yan Renying, in his green robe, stands upright, his Milky Way sword shimmering like stars; Yu Yingnan, in her red robe, flutters in the wind, her Li Huo sword burning away the demonic aura.

Furthermore, the Taoist priest Mao set up an altar and performed a ritual: incense smoke swirled around the Seven Star Altar, and three divine swords stood suspended in the air. One sword held light, two carried shadows, and the third shone with night-like light; their swords emitted and emitted gleams, and there was a faint flow of natural energy in harmony with heaven and earth.

The most eye-catching was the large tortoise: it carried a green shell with golden patterns and slung a twelve-foot-long blue flag. The flag bore the character "青" (blue), and the gilded flag fluttered in the wind.

The real one is:
The demon king rode out of the deep waters, while sword immortals arrayed themselves to subdue the dragon.

It doesn't resemble the Guanyin Assembly in the South China Sea, but rather the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Palace!
The Dragon King charged into the formation, and upon seeing this spectacle, he was instantly terrified, losing two of his three souls and retaining only one of his seven spirits. Indeed:
There was no way forward, no way back. Above, the net of heaven was vast and its meshes were fine, yet nothing escaped it; below, a chilling array of swords loomed. To the left and right, the water walls were as sharp as if cut by a knife—it was a death trap!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the dragon's eyes darted around, and it suddenly raised its head and let out a thunderous dragon roar: "Old friend Blood Vine! Your Zishui Demon Clan has mobilized so many troops, do you want to start a war with my Xiangjiang? Show yourself at once!"

This roar contained the power of a century of cultivation, its sound waves surging straight into the sky. It knew that the Blood Vine had already been slain, but it pretended not to know, intending to use this dragon's roar to alert the being on Mount Jun.

To everyone's surprise, Xiaoqing sneered and pointed her slender finger towards the sky.

Only then did everyone realize that a white jade umbrella had unfurled in the sky, its surface shrouded in mysterious Daoist patterns, completely isolating this world from the outside world. The Demon King's roar struck the umbrella's surface, yet it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

"Not good!" The Dragon King's heart trembled violently. Just as he was about to unleash another attack, a clear shout echoed across the battlefield:
"Why bother with these evil spirits and heretics about chivalry? Let's fight side by side!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yingqi, who had been waiting impatiently, transformed into a long purple-blue rainbow and went straight for the dragon's eyes.

Behind her, the swordsmen of the new Shu Mountain displayed their unique skills, surrounding the enemy and unleashing a fierce attack.

Seeing the situation was dire, a flicker of panic flashed in the dragon king's eyes. His hundred-foot-long body thrashed violently in the water, stirring up towering, turbid waves in the Zi River.

With a single slash of its mouth, the dragon spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous mist. Li Yingqi then cleaved the poisonous mist in two with a cross of his purple and green swords, the sword energy soaring like a rainbow!

You dare to show off this little bit of toxin?

Li Yingqi swiftly threw down a handful of Poison Sand. This treasure, a trump card from the Tibetan Demon Sect, was naturally incredibly powerful. It instantly blinded the alligator dragon, causing it to let out a scream.

What's even more terrifying is the sheer potency of this poison, which spread throughout the demon's body in an instant. If one could find a place rich in water element and seclude oneself for a day and a night, the poison could be completely dispelled, but the new Shushan swordsmen never give their enemies such an opportunity.

"Form the Sword Formation!" Qi Lingyun shouted, and the Azure Gang Sword transformed into a streak of light, aiming straight for the dragon's eye. Yan Renying's Milky Way Sword drew upon the power of the stars, and countless starlight rained down; Yu Yingnan's Blazing Fire Sword blazed even brighter, boiling the entire body of water. The three immortal swords formed the Three Powers Sword Formation, trapping the Dragon King at its core.

The young sword cultivators attacked ruthlessly and decisively, each move aimed directly at vital points, making Yan Chixia's eyes well up with tears.

"Good! Good! This is the spirit of Mount Shu!" Yan Chixia roared, and his divine sword was drawn in response.

He stepped forward with powerful strides, chanting, "Taiyi Xuanwei, slay demons and eliminate evil," directly unleashing the highest level of the "Taiyi Exorcising Sins and Demon-Slaying Protective Incantation."

When he used this spell to kill the Poison Dragon Venerable back then, it was nothing more than this.

This shows that the younger generation has rekindled his youthful spirit; he must have been a fiery and passionate swordsman. Let's see him unleash his full power!
Master Mao stood calmly before the altar and solemnly bowed to the three divine swords. The three swords, Han Guang, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Lian, simultaneously emitted clear and melodious sword cries, their sword light intertwining into a net, actually cutting away thirty percent of the Dongting Lake's fortune from the Dragon King.

The protective azure light that had enveloped him dimmed slightly.

"You!" The Dragon King was both shocked and furious, clearly sensing that the favor bestowed upon him by heaven and earth was waning.

This feeling of being abandoned by heaven and earth was a hundred times more terrifying than being stabbed by swords. It twisted its body frantically, trying to break through the sword net, but Li Yingqi seized the opening, and with a "swoosh," the Purple Ying Sword slashed open a bloody gash on its most vulnerable spot!
The dragon's blood spilled into the Zi River, and the entire river instantly boiled.

Knowing that things would not end well today, the Dragon King spat out his demon core, determined to fight to the death.

Unfortunately, two fists can't fight four hands, especially when it comes to the Baoan Hall, which is full of strong people.

You could kill this guy just by smashing him with magic weapons.

Relying on the powerful vitality of the demon race, it fought wildly for half an hour and was beaten for half an hour. In the end, its demon core was shattered, its limbs were broken, its dragon tendons were extracted, and it was pressed down in front of King Xiaoqing.

"Your Majesty, spare my life! I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse!" With each word spoken, dragon blood gushed forth, blooming into red plum blossoms in the river.

Xiaoqing glanced at it and said, "There are three types of people that Baoan Hall will not hire."

"Those who betray their master for personal gain will not be recruited." A sword light pierced through his eyes.

"Those who harm living beings will not be confessed." The second sword pierced through the reverse scale.

The third sword strike, aimed at the "too ugly" demon head, pinned it to the rock face, "and it won't confess."

As the chanting of the sutras for salvation resounded, golden ripples spread across the Zi River. This was the second demon king to be saved; the aquatic beings' souls, like fireflies, rose and coalesced on the river's surface into a wheel of rebirth mantras.

In this regard, Baoan Hall is the most professional, guaranteeing that no remnant soul will be missed.

After finishing, Xiaoqing took another look at the map.

"The remaining demon kings will not give this chance again."

Very well, let's begin a full-scale war then.

They would fight to sustain the war, since the Dongting demons were just resources to be consumed anyway, and the losses from battle were irrelevant.

Turtle King returned to the Xiang River carrying the head of the Alligator Dragon King, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Brothers of the Xiang River, watch closely!"

The demon race has a simple way of doing things. If their leader dies and their leader's leader doesn't come to help, then they approve of this behavior and surrender.

Yu Bai once again pulled out the Xiangjiang Treasure Vault, and spirit stones rained down. "Those who surrender, receive resettlement fees! Those who want revenge, step forward now!"

The scattered Xiangjiang demons quickly split into two groups. The old, weak, sick, and disabled took the spirit stones and obediently joined the Zishui River; a few loyal alligator dragons, who had just shown any rebellious intentions, were torn apart by the newly promoted Xiangjiang commander.

Without taking a single prisoner, all the monsters were incorporated into the new battle formation in the blink of an eye.

Hatred, unfamiliarity, morale—none of that matters.

Can you still hold a weapon?

If you can't hold on, how can you climb?
As long as it can climb!
Brutal control of the true spirits, brutal disciplining of the army, a complete rabble.

Xiaoqing casually tapped on the map of Dongting Lake: "This one will do."

The jade-like fingernails were poking at the location of the Yuanjiang Water Palace—the outsider among the eight demon kings, the Mermaid King.

After transforming, you overcome the limitations of seawater and freshwater, so you can run around freely?

It's outrageous that they would stay in the sea and come inland to make a living.

We don't know when the other demon kings will react yet, so we'll kill as many as we can.

We must quicken our pace, run, and fly! Little Green King's military talent is shining.

Furthermore, "Only tens of thousands died today, that's too few."

The Xiangjiang River is only slightly red.

(End of this chapter)