After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The moment the old dragon's tail shattered the leader of the Pai Sect, the entire Yangtze River trembled.

The leader of the Red Mountain Cult was slammed into the rock wall, and his magical artifact, the "Dragon-Locking Mirror," shattered into countless stardust fragments.

But the old dragon didn't care about any of that.

The dragon's tail swung back, carrying tens of thousands of pounds of brute force as it continued to sweep across, like a stirring stick stirring up the entire pot of boiling oil.

The remaining elite water ghosts of the Pai Sect were scattered and drifted away in the underwater storm stirred up by the dragon's tail.

Their prized water-based techniques are meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Three water ghost leaders in the early stages of Foundation Establishment formed a triangular water formation to try to resist. The dragon's tail swept over them from the front, and the protective aura of the three was like a soap bubble being popped. Their bodies were shredded into pieces in the water flow driven by the dragon's tail.

"Master—"

In the distance, seven or eight water ghosts howled mournfully, trying to dig their leader out of the rock wall.

No one can dig it out.

The old dragon swung its long body, its tail whipping out again, shattering even the rock wall in the process.

The arm of the leader of the Pai Sect, which was still making hand seals, was mixed with pebbles and internal organs and scattered into the turbid river water.

For centuries, it dominated the Yangtze River.

One piece of fish was broken.

Zhou Ran stood in the mud, coldly observing this scene.

He showed no schadenfreude whatsoever.

Because that tail could turn against him at any moment.

Although the old dragon had been dormant for four thousand years, its cultivation had long since regressed to the Golden Core stage, a decline of several major realms compared to its prime.

But it is a beast.

He is not a human cultivator.

Humans at the Golden Core stage become useless once their true essence is exhausted.

Ancient dragons at the Golden Core stage possess physical strength beyond the realm of reason, even in their flesh and blood alone.

With a single swipe of its hundred-zhang-long body, needing no spiritual power, its sheer mass multiplied by its speed was enough to flatten a small mountain.

Moreover, it also possesses the might of a dragon.

That innate, bone-deep pressure.

It doesn't come from cultivation, but from bloodline.

It comes from less than 10% of the true dragon bloodline within this dragon.

Cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage will lose their ability to move simply by standing within the area covered by the dragon's might.

That's the most fatal thing.

After the old dragon went berserk, it immediately turned its attention to the Susa submarine.

The dragon lacks the intelligence to distinguish between enemies. It only vents its anger on those who have provoked it.

The memory of the power that Susanoo once used to cut its chains remains on its scales.

The dragon's tail, accompanied by a whirlpool, completely enveloped the 200-meter-long midsection of the Susanoo's hull.

The sound of metal cracking echoed underwater.

The armor plates of the Susa were peeled off layer by layer under the entanglement of the tail, the waterproof compartments were crushed into scrap metal, and high-pressure seawater poured in from every crack.

Mr. Big was ejected from the deformed bridge.

The dough for "Zhao Tao" was mostly broken, revealing a withered, wrinkled face underneath.

On the right side of his face, a dark golden soul light shone through the cracks in his skin.

The eight-foot-long magatama in his hand had cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

The golden light barely held on, unable to withstand the shockwaves from the dragon's tail.

The man was thrown out, crashing through two broken sections of the submarine's hull, and his body tumbled six or seven times in the water before regaining its footing.

"Song Zhentian!"

He roared.

no respond.

The second clone of Song Zhentian.

The demon ninja he had hidden deep inside the submarine as his last trump card, along with the entire weapons storage compartment, was crushed when the dragon's tail clamped down on it.

It shattered into a mixture of iron fragments and blood sludge, which drifted in the vortex.

The man's pupils twitched rapidly.

He looked down at his hands.

Three of the five fingers on my left hand have become transparent.

The light of the soul seeped from the transparent fingertips, twisting and deforming in the high-pressure seawater.

This vessel, forged from Zhao Tao's bones and blood, can no longer hold on.

The chain reaction of the Yasakani no Magatama shattering is accelerating.

The ritual implement cracked, and the container cracked along with it.

He has less than five minutes left.

Five minutes later, no matter what he does, the container will turn to ashes.

Mr. Da made his choice.

He didn't try to steal the dragon pill, nor did he seek revenge on Zhou Ran. Instead, he extracted the last wisp of golden light from the Eight-Foot Jade and poured it into his own chest cavity.

The golden light exploded within his body, not for attack, but for burning.

This is the oldest secret technique of the Japanese Onmyoji.

"Corpse Dissolution Escape".

Using the physical body as fuel, the vessel is burned, and the soul is completely separated from the collapsing body.

The man's body ignited into a golden flame underwater.

The last of Zhao Tao's noodles curled up, charred, and crumbled in the fire.

A grayish-white beam of soul light shot out from the center of the flames at incredible speed, like a shooting star.

It pierced through layers of cracks, drilled into the silt at the bottom of the Susanoo wreckage, and rapidly sank and disappeared into the mud and sand.

Zhou Ran's demonic eyes caught that light.

He didn't chase after him.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't catch up.

The Onmyoji in his soul form could move underwater at a speed far exceeding his current limits.

Moreover, he faced a rampaging dragon, half-dead remnants of the Pai Sect, and other forces that could cause unforeseen changes at any moment.

"It's better that they ran away."

Zhou Ran mentally made a mental note of the offense against the Master.

His attention was forced back to what was in front of him.

On the other side of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Xuansu led his men in a hasty retreat the moment the dragon went berserk.

The seven flying swords returned to the sword formation, and the disciples were so struck by the dragon's might that they bled from all seven orifices and swayed precariously.

At the critical moment, Zhang Xuansu took out an ancient, dark blue jade talisman from his bosom.

That was a fragment of a natal magic weapon personally given to me by the Celestial Master Xuyun before I set off, containing a wisp of Dao intent from the Nascent Soul stage for protection.

The jade talisman exploded in Zhang Xuansu's palm, transforming into a light blue curtain that enveloped all the disciples of Longhu Mountain.

The dragon's power to suppress them was completely blocked.

"Retreat! Retreat upwards!"

Zhang Xuansu roared.

Under the protection of the light barrier, the group from Longhu Mountain rapidly rose to the surface of the water, escaping the core area of ​​the old dragon's rampage.

It can only sustain the protection for a maximum of one incense stick's time.

They were temporarily safe, but the others who remained underwater were in a living hell.

On the other side of the battlefield, an even more absurd scene is unfolding.

The Black Witch Village Elder knelt in the mud, his chest wound still oozing emerald green poisonous blood.

More than half of the twelve witches were lost, and the remaining few tumbled in the water like kites with broken strings.

He knew he wasn't going to survive.

He personally concocted the bone-corroding poison; he knew its effects better than anyone else.

If it enters the bloodstream for three quarters of an hour, the five internal organs will become infected and suppurate.

He is only alive now thanks to his own sinister powers and the Gu worms that keep him alive.

But he was not willing to give up.

He reached out his trembling left hand and pulled a jade slip from his waist.

That was the "Array Jade Slip" that Xiao Rou obtained from Zhou Ran.

When it was handed over to him, it was said to be an auxiliary magic array used to suppress the dragon at a critical moment.

Now he knows, of course, that's nonsense.

Xiao Rou has betrayed us.

He understood everything when he watched the woman shield Zhou Ran from a spell.

Therefore, the contents of this jade slip are definitely not some kind of magic array to suppress the dragon.

It was mostly intended as a killing move to deal with the Pai Sect and his Black Witch Village.

The elder gave a bitter laugh, his fingers trembling as he channeled spiritual energy into the energy.

He was betting on this "killer move".

Whether it's self-destruction or a poison array, as long as it creates a moment of chaos and distracts the dragon, it's all worthwhile.

He would then have time to release his natal White Bone Gu and travel back to the Southern Frontier along the earth's veins to report to the village chief.

The jade slip is activated.

A beam of light shot out from the bamboo slip and struck the scales on the belly of the old dragon that had turned around in a frenzy.

A bright light bloomed on the surface of the scales, transforming into a pink rose.

The petals, vibrant and glistening, rippled and spread across the water, emitting a cloyingly sweet, powdery fragrance.

The Grand Elder was stunned.

Old Jiao was also stunned.