At the top floor of the high building, dancing girls sang and danced slowly, reaching the climax of the performance when the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince, while enjoying the show, clapped his hands along with the rhythm.
As his excitent built, the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince was about to shout his praises when suddenly, an urgent voice rang out.
Soone rushed up the stairs and lunged towards the main seat, exclaiming, "Eldest Prince, General Xie went to summon that one beyond the law, and he was beheaded."
The previously lively atmosphere ca to an abrupt halt.
The unexpected report left the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince stunned, but was swiftly followed by a towering rage welling up from within his heart.
"How dare he?" The Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince forcefully spat out four words through clenched teeth.
How dare he kill a person from the Huai Water Dragon Palace!
This is Nether City of the Desolate God Sect, not the Daode Sect.
Even within the Daode Sect, there was no precedent for outright killing soone.
Fueled by anger, the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince glared at the ssenger and demanded in a severe tone, "Where is that Lawless Freedom now?"
Upon hearing this, the person straightened up to respond, but before he could utter a word, a beam of Sword Light erupted from his forehead like a moth breaking free from its cocoon.
He tilted his head back, his face filled with terror and then with a hiss, the Sword Light pierced through his brow.
Seeing this, the dancing girls imdiately shrieked and scurried aside.
anwhile, Jiang Li appeared slowly behind the corpse like a ghost, speaking faintly, "Looking for ?"
A ghastly head was tossed into the air, the indifferent words reaching everyone’s ears, "I’ve arrived."
The head fell before the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince, rolling a few tis to face him directly, its twisted expression speaking of shock and rage.
The Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince’s handso face was so contorted with anger it nearly deford, scales appearing, indicating the ergence of a Demon Form, but they vanished slowly within monts, his fury suppressed.
"I had General Xie invite your excellency, yet without any inquiry, you killed him. Is this how you treat others?" the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince reproached.
"There was so justification," Jiang Li replied calmly. "The Locust God harbored ill intentions, spreading the news of my using the Book of Luo Formation. I decided to kill a chicken to warn the monkeys, using your subordinate’s head to refuse those openly or secretly causing trouble."
This was so farce of justification!
The Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince almost couldn’t help but roar out loud.
Although he had to admit the tactic was highly effective, such wanton killing made the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince unsure who was the more devilish between him and Jiang Li.
"All this for that reason?" the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince asked through clenched teeth.
Of course, it wasn’t just for that reason, the main thing being Jiang Li truly had no Array to offer.
If he really went along with the Locust God, accepting the flattery and connections from all kinds of demons, ghosts, and monsters, then when he’d need to demonstrate the Book of Luo Formation to delight everyone, what would Jiang Li do?
However, such a reason was not necessary to explain to outsiders.
"Is there anything else?"
Jiang Li retorted, his face showing indifference towards life.
Life was as grass in his eyes, ready to be harvested as needed. This indifference, more ruthless than a Devil Cultivator’s ferocity, was chilling to the bone.
"Hahaha..." Zaochi, clad in Stone Armor, suddenly burst into laughter, his great strength clapping down on the desk in front of him, fracturing the high-quality wood into pieces.
"Not like a Devil Cultivator’s River Flipping Flood Dragon, yet more like a Devil Cultivator than a Lawless Freedom, I truly have opened my eyes today."
His wild manner, his incisor-like sharp teeth clashing against each other and sparking, felt like a slap across the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince’s face, almost unable to contain his anger.
Previously, it was said one shouldn’t rely solely on brute force, yet now soone had co right to the doorstep with brute force.
No matter what kind of advantage the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince thought he had over others, or what sches he had planned, at this mont, all were useless. To resolve the situation, all one could resort to was the most primitive violence.
"Although I, Li Qinglian, have not been around for long, my true form already ruled the world decades ago. Little eel, your petty tricks are but a joke to ."
Jiang Li looked at the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince with a sneer, "You say you invite , yet you send a re Sixth Rank to do so while you enjoy the song and dance here. You couldn’t even bring yourself to address respectfully as ’senior,’ not even bothering with the pretense of courtesy."
"Your malice nearly overflows, yet you think you’re well-hidden. Your clumsy tricks have filled the entire Nether City with the stench of stupidity."
The Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince’s face finally looked like it was about to crack. He considered himself deeply calculative, managing to suppress his rage even after Jiang Li revealed his true feelings, but now was ridiculed relentlessly, practically being called an idiot to his face.
To make matters worse, Jiang Li’s mockery seed to hit the mark—his tricks truly were incredibly clumsy.
This infuriated him to the extre.
"Shut your mouth!"
The Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince let out a furious bellow, his face taking on the form of a dragon, his voice like a dragon’s chant. A roar like heavenly thunder—several dancing girls simultaneously stiffened and fell to the ground, blood oozing from their seven orifices. Whether they were dead or alive was unknown.
Jiang Li bore the brunt of the attack, struck by the sound wave of the dragon’s chant. He exploded with a bang, disintegrating into pieces in an instant.
Dead?
Even the Crown Prince, who had launched the attack, couldn’t help but be stunned.
His Heavenly Dragon Chant was a supre skill from the Overseas Dragon Palace, exceptionally powerful. When wielded by a Dragon Dao Fruit Practitioner, its might was further amplified, capable of shattering an enemy’s brain and obliterating their spirit with a single roar. If an average Sixth Rank were hit by such an attack, death or serious injury was certain.
But was Li Qinglian, the representative of Lawless Freedom, an average Sixth Rank?
Obviously not.
And indeed, reality quickly confird the Crown Prince’s doubts.
The disintegrated pieces each took on human form, all dressed in blue robes, each holding a Dragon Abyss Sword, exuding extraordinary dignity like deep abysses and lofty mountains. In an instant, ten shadows appeared, spreading out like a net enveloping everyone.
"Catching hold of the Golden Crystal Foundation, Sun Soul East and Moonlight West."
One after another, the blue shadows intoned poetic incantations, their Qi chanism vast and boundless, suddenly drawing swords, "Refining the Elixir of Immortality amidst them, once consud one stands equal with heaven and earth."
The poem hid secrets of Qi Refinent; the sword revealed an unrivaled edge. Sword lights sharp as eagles soaring high and fish gliding shallowly—so swift, so nimble—all converged towards the main seat.
"Quack! Such sharp Sword Qi, retreat!"
Da Feng let out a strange cry, transforming into a gale and swiftly fleeing, clearly unwilling to intervene on behalf of the Flood Dragon’s Crown Prince.
Although Zaochi was a step behind, his body was like a mountain, directly charging through three Sword Qis to break out of the encompassed area.
The Crown Prince in an instant faced hundreds of Sword Qis, the piercing lights falling like rain, provoking his slit pupils to almost shrink into a line.
Clone Technique? Dao Fruit Ability? Or an Illusion Technique?
The Crown Prince couldn’t tell, he simply couldn’t distinguish.
He chose the dullest but most solid thod, his hands transford into Dragon Claws, and his indigo True Qi ford a huge vortex, guarded tightly.
Sword Light shot into the vortex, the rapid swirling accompanied by the vibration of swords, as hundreds of Sword Qis churned within, colliding into each other and creating sonorous clangs.
These Sword Qis seed to be not illusory at all, even substantial like real sharp swords. The piercing aura circled within the vortex, the icy sharpness drawn by the Qi chanism, touching the Crown Prince’s Dragon Claws, causing the scales on the back of his hands to bristle involuntarily.
Were they all real?
Before the Crown Prince could speculate, the ten blue shadows had already simultaneously closed in for the kill.
"The flashing Tiger and Dragon God Sword flies, its owner abides, never to defy. When the mont cos, harness the power of Heaven and Earth, pierce through the Three Purities into Ziwei."
The ten sword shadows each thrust into the vortex, their sword montum surging, suddenly causing the vortex to explode. The swirling Sword Qis joined into a circle, spinning rapidly like a storm, covering the Crown Prince.
"Clang clang clang—"
Sword Qis slashed through the vestnt robes, landing on the body covered in erging scales, emitting endless sounds of sword ringing. Countless sword lights struck him, leaving nurous sword marks.
"Aoooo—"
The Crown Prince howled in rage, his sound waves vibrating. His crossing claws spun quickly, two indigo True Qis transforming into Flood Dragons, tail to head, stirring against the sword wheel, the Qi chanism violently clashing, creating piercing and sharp continuous sounds.
"You’re courting death!"
Raging through his roar, his bodily form suddenly swelled. The Crown Prince decisively revealed his Demon Form, an indigo dragon’s body expanding outward, a majestic force scattering the sword wheel. The sword shadows scattered, shooting towards all directions.
A Dragon Shadow charged forwards, its might like moving mountains, fierce like a tsunami. An unmatched force blasted through, the indigo Qi Force sweeping past, the blue shadows shattering one after another.
The Qi Force spread wide, even blasting a large hole in the pavilion.
Yet, it wasn’t over.
The shattered blue shadows transford into a blue light, converging in mid-air, a figure like a God Demon rapidly becoming visible.
"Bang!"
The roof was blown off, revealing the light of the outside world and the darkness further beyond. The figure in blue beca imnsely large, standing a hundred zhang tall, appearing like a descended God Demon, its form occupying every corner of the vision.
Compared to this colossal being, the ten-zhang-long Crown Prince really seed like a tiny earthworm.
"Fake!"
The Crown Prince roared, "It’s all fake."
He refused to believe anyone could cultivate such a gigantic body. At least, such a form couldn’t be achieved by a fifth-rank, let alone by "Li Qinglian," who was rely a Sixth Rank.
But that overwhelming presence was not a sham, and imdiately after, the God Demon-like figure wielded the sword.
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