High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

On the East China Sea, storms mingled with the stench of blood.

Three enormous dragon shadows, like three mountain ranges rising from the ground and connecting the dark clouds and the sea, formed a perfect "品" shape, tightly surrounding Feng Qingyang in the center where the killing intent was most intense.

Directly ahead stood Ao Yuan, the largest of the East Sea Dragon Kings, coiled within rolling dark green demonic clouds. These clouds were not inanimate objects, but rather formed from the convergence of countless tormented and distorted human faces, constantly emitting mournful howls, each breath carrying a venomous resentment that eroded the soul.

On the left is Ao Li, the black dragon who has just broken free from his century-old cage. Its dragon head, which is larger than a palace, is lowered, and the blood-soaked figure of Feng Qingyang is reflected in its scarlet dragon eyes. Its long tongue licks the human bloodstains that it just stained in the Demon City on its dragon claws. Its enjoying posture is full of the pleasure of revenge and the greed for killing.

On the right, the silver dragon Ao Yue was slightly smaller, but with each breath, it would condense large patches of silver ice crystals in the void. The extremely cold dragon breath sealed off Feng Qingyang's last bit of room to maneuver, like a spider web that was getting tighter and tighter.

Feng Qingyang hovered at the intersection of three killing intents. His green robe was no longer recognizable as its original color. It was scorched black by the dragon's breath, torn to shreds by the dragon's claws, and soaked with his own blood, clinging to his body and feeling incredibly heavy.

"Feng Qingyang, your death is near!"

Ao Yuan's aged and venomous voice was no longer a simple roar, but transformed into a substantial mental impact, crashing heavily into Feng Qingyang's nearly depleted sea of ​​consciousness.

It moved.

The enormous dragon body tore through the sky at a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size. A dragon claw covered in dark blue scales, powerful enough to shatter mountains, slammed down towards Feng Qingyang's head with immense demonic power!

That was no simple physical attack. Countless vengeful faces were wrapped around the dragon claw, shrieking. Even before it touched him, the soul-stirring demonic sound caused Feng Qingyang's soul to ache.

Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, holding his sword horizontally above his head.

The towering, thousand-meter-tall azure divine sword dharma image behind him also assumed the same blocking posture.

clang--!!!

A metallic wail that sent chills down your spine resounded through the heavens!

The moment the divine sword clashed with the dragon claw, the crack on the sword, which was originally just a fine crack, suddenly expanded like ice being hit by a heavy hammer, instantly spreading to nearly one-tenth of the sword's body!

"puff!"

Feng Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and was slammed down hundreds of meters by the unparalleled force.

At that very moment, behind him, the black dragon Ao Li's long-brewing jet-black dragon flames, like a pillar of death from the deepest abyss, silently attacked.

At the same time, the Silver Dragon Ao Yue's freezing breath transformed into a winding glacial river, locking down all of his evasive angles from the side.

There's no way to avoid it!

Feng Qingyang bit his tongue hard, forcibly squeezing out the last bit of his martial soul power. The light of his divine sword avatar dimmed, and he endured the fatal attack from behind and the flanks.

boom!

The energy of ice and fire exploded on his back, and the divine sword emanation let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed. The cracks on the sword body spread wildly once again, reaching almost a third of the sword body!

Feng Qingyang was sent flying like a pebble, blasted several miles away, crashing into three uninhabited reefs standing on the sea before finally stopping his retreat amidst a shower of flying debris.

He knelt on one knee on a sharp, broken reef, unable to suppress the metallic taste in his throat any longer, and vomited mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

At least five of his ribs were broken, and his left arm was charred black by the dragon's breath, emitting a burnt smell of flesh.

But his right hand, which held the sword, still gripped the seemingly ordinary iron sword that had been with him for nearly a hundred years, without the slightest sign of loosening its grip.

"Old mudfish... is that all?"

He grinned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and gave a mocking smile to the three colossal dragons that blotted out the sky in the distance.

He swayed unsteadily, but managed to stand up again.

That straight spine seemed even more resilient than the sword in his hand.

"Still being stubborn." A cruel mockery flashed in Ao Yuan's vertical pupils. His voice, like rolling thunder, slowly descended from the heavens, each word like a heavy hammer striking Feng Qingyang's conviction.

"Feng Qingyang, your divine sword martial spirit has shown cracks and is about to collapse. As a martial artist, you should understand what this means."

"Sword cultivator, as long as the sword lives, so too will the sword shatter—"

It was left unsaid, but the despair conveyed by those unfinished words was heavier than any words could have expressed.

Feng Qingyang looked down at the blade of the iron sword in his hand.

The cracks on it are continuing to expand at a slow but irreversible rate.

Strands of fine, cyan sword light were uncontrollably emanating from the cracks, like countless unhealed, bleeding wounds on a dying person.

The Martial Spirit is heading towards its demise.

Just as the three-headed dragon was about to launch its final attack and completely end this guardian of the Demon City.

A sudden change has occurred!

A powerful and domineering crimson-gold fist aura, without warning, tore through the sea of ​​clouds from the distant horizon. Like a meteor chasing the moon, it arrived first despite being delayed, striking the left-wing black dragon Ao Li's side with perfect accuracy!

"roar!"

Ao Li let out a painful roar, and his huge dragon body was actually smashed by this punch and moved several miles away, crashing hard into the sea and stirring up huge waves!

Immediately afterwards, a giant dharma image, its entire body engulfed in crimson-gold flames, strode through the void, charging towards them with an unparalleled wildness.

The person arrived before the voice.

"Brother Feng, hang in there!"

A figure landed beside Feng Qingyang. The newcomer had a square face, thick eyebrows, and fierce eyes. He was none other than Lu Chenzhou, the inspector of the Demon Slaying Division of the Imperial Capital and a mid-stage sixth-order expert!

Looking at Feng Qingyang's miserable state, his eyes were filled with anxiety and overwhelming anger: "I'm too late!"

Feng Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, but his breath grew weaker: "Where's that old bastard Gu Chongli?"

"Don't even mention it!" Lu Chenzhou spat angrily. "That old codger was a coward, saying that Shanghai couldn't be without a sixth-level expert for even a day, that he had to be in charge of Shanghai and prioritize the overall situation! To hell with that piece of trash!"

"Heh, the Gu family, as always, cowards." Feng Qingyang chuckled and cursed, but his eyes brightened slightly. "It's alright, the two of us brothers can still kill these three mudskippers!"

"kill!"

Lu Chenzhou roared and stopped talking nonsense. The crimson-gold giant dharma image behind him burst out with light and met the East Sea Dragon King Ao Yuan, who had the strongest aura, head-on without dodging or avoiding!