Chapter 1149

The old man's action seemed like a signal, and the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators still entangled in battle suddenly unleashed various inconceivable secret techniques—some vanished in a flash of white light, others spat out essence blood that transformed into strange blood-light to flee, each willing to suffer severe depletion of their essence just to break free from their opponents and escape.

With a "hmph," a bone-chilling cold snort echoed from midair; the Gold Flood Dragon King's face flashed with a ferocious expression as he waved one hand, and after a thunderclap, a beam of gold-and-silver iridescent radiance shot forth.

This demon actually hurled the golden spear in his hand directly at the gaunt old man with all his strength.

As soon as the strange radiance was unleashed, it flickered strangely and vanished into the void without a trace.

"Not good!"

The gaunt old man in the distance, who had been closely observing the Gold Flood Dragon King's every move, felt his heart jolt at this sight and violently flung the greenish mirror in his hand backward.

Amid the burst of azure light, a full moon illusion materialized, several zhang in size, with hazy azure radiance that completely engulfed the old man's figure.

Almost at the instant the clear moon formed, a幻化 spear over ten zhang long appeared nearby, its silver-colored electric arc flashing as it struck the center of the moon with a thunderous impact.

The surface of the clear moon shattered like glass inch by inch; the massive spear plunged into it and shattered it in a single blow.

"Ah"

Witnessing this, the gaunt old man gasped in shock, a purple light flickered on his body, and he prepared to unleash some secret technique to escape.

But at that very moment, the golden spear, now reduced to nearly half its original size, shot from the residual moonlight and, after a flash, strangely pierced the purple light.

With a "bang"!

Though that silk scarf was of unknown ancient treasure grade, the purple light it transformed into managed to block this strike; nevertheless, the gaunt old man was flung backward like he'd been electrocuted, flying several zhang away, utterly unable to control his posture in the slightest.

In midair, the Gold Flood Dragon King lifted his leg and, impossibly, spanned over ten zhang in distance with just a few sways, instantly closing in on the gaunt old man without a word, then reached out to grab him.

His five fingers gleamed with golden light, as if forged from pure gold.

The gaunt old man had barely recovered from the blow when he saw the Gold Flood Dragon King's move; his face drained of blood, and in desperation he opened his mouth, spitting out a fist-sized, laughing emerald-green pearl.

With a "ding," the golden claw seized the pearl without mercy, but upon contact, it emitted a crisp sound like metal scraping against a board; yet the green pearl instantly swelled violently, as if trying to break free and shoot out.

The Gold Flood Dragon King's eyes flashed with cold light as five fingernails suddenly grew several inches long, while the back of his hand revealed copper-coin-sized golden scales.

After a muffled "puff," this demon actually crushed the pearl barehanded.

After a flash of piercing green light, the golden claw appeared utterly unharmed, as if nothing had happened.

"Dragon Transformation Decree!"

At the moment the pearl was destroyed, the gaunt old man cried out in alarm, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of essence blood linked to his mind and spirit; despite this delay, the purple light enveloping him surged forward again, instantly putting over ten zhang between him and the Gold Flood Dragon King.

But this time, the Gold Flood Dragon King did not pursue; instead, his face beneath the armor darkened as he slowly thrust a fist forward toward the distant purple light.

Above the purple light, a golden-colored fist about a zhang in size appeared strangely, flashing downward like lightning.

After a thunderous "boom," the gaunt old man was hurled diagonally downward by the giant fist, plummeting like a meteor onto the stone peak, actually piercing straight through a pavilion and creating a zhang-wide giant hole, then buried under countless falling rocks.

The Gold Flood Dragon King's lips curled into a cold smile as his body shifted—next moment he appeared atop the pavilion, standing at the edge of the large hole, gazing into the distance.

Raising his arm, his palm blazed with golden light, ready to crush the gaunt old man to death in one breath.

But at that very instant, his expression changed; he abruptly shifted his arm's direction and grabbed toward a spot before the pavilion gate, simultaneously shouting:

"Who is it? Get out here, now!"

Five golden claw-lights flashed and shot out, instantly sinking into the ground and vanishing from sight.

After a few "puff" sounds, five zhang-long grooves appeared before the pavilion—pitch-black and unfathomably deep—yet the surrounding ground showed no abnormality whatsoever, and no figure emerged.

Seeing this, the Gold Flood Dragon King on the pavilion flickered his gaze a few times, actually revealing a hint of suspicion.

Just now he had felt a nameless shudder with no prior sign, causing his entire body to go cold, and he almost instinctively launched an attack without hesitation.

This demon had not truly discovered anything; as an earthly spirit beast, his innate sense compelled this unconscious action.

Such premonitions of danger had saved his life countless times over tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

But now, after his attack missed, the Gold Flood Dragon King hesitated slightly, unable to confirm whether it had merely been a momentary illusion.

After all, false premonitions had occurred before.

Yet the shudder just now had been too intense, as if something extremely dangerous was lurking and watching him, leaving him still shaken.

Just as this demon pondered whether to expand his search, the rubble at the bottom of the pavilion's large hole shifted slightly, then returned to normal.

This single faint sound drew the Gold Flood Dragon King's attention instantly; his gaze swept over the "chaotic" stone pile, and a hint of killing intent appeared on his face.

He grabbed forward with one hand!

After a roar, that golden-colored spear appeared, coiled with electric serpents.

This demon seized the spear without a word and brought it down hard.

Amid flashing silver arcs, the spear instantly transformed into a piercing, startling rainbow that shot downward; mid-flight, it flickered strangely and vanished. When it reappeared, the spear was already embedded in the ground over twenty zhang from the pavilion.

With a "rumble," the spear sank into the earth and vanished from sight.

Immediately, a muffled grunt sounded, and the nearby ground suddenly shattered completely, countless fragments shooting in all directions; simultaneously, a purple light burst from the rubble—indeed, it was the gaunt old man.

But now the old man's face was ashen, blood at the corner of his mouth, his entire body pulsing with erratic purple light, a sign he was about to disintegrate; though the purple light was miraculous, enduring repeated heavy blows from the Gold Flood Dragon King had finally overwhelmed it.

As soon as the old man was forced out, he fled in panic toward the outside of the stone peak.

The Gold Flood Dragon King's smirk grew more ferocious as he reached downward again, the golden-colored spear reappearing from the void.

After swinging his arm once more, the slowed escape light of the gaunt old man—though he had also thrown out a shield and an iron ruler—was utterly useless against the spear flashing before him.

After two thunderous impacts, the two treasures shattered instantly, and the spear passed through without slowing.

Though the gaunt old man struggled desperately to dodge, the spear's speed made evasion impossible.

Result: the spear pierced his thinning purple light and flashed straight through his front chest.

This mid-Nascent Soul cultivator let out a miserable cry and fell downward; his entire body hit the ground and lay motionless in an instant, while a bowl-sized charred hole appeared on his chest as he turned over, surrounded by several fine silver arcs jumping unpredictably, accompanied by a faint smell of scorching.

"Hmph, even a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator dares to think he can escape from this king's grasp—nothing but a daytime dream!" the Gold Flood Dragon King said expressionlessly after recalling the golden-colored spear with a raised hand.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the sound of tearing air rang out; several fingernails shot forth, swelling in the wind into foot-long golden-colored giant nails, which drove the old man's limbs and neck deep into the ground.

Instantly, runes flashed on the nails, and golden-colored chains appeared, actually sealing the old man firmly in place—his Nascent Soul unable to escape his body.

Only then did the Gold Flood Dragon King relax, reaching with one hand to seize the old man's waist pouch, then scanning its contents with his divine sense; his face immediately darkened.

He lifted his head gloomily, his gaze sweeping across the sky in all directions!

Only a moment later, among the several fleeing Nascent Soul cultivators, two were once again entangled by the original demonic cultivators, while the gray-robed old man holding a gourd and another cluster of blood mist escaped with great speed, vanishing in an instant into two tiny dots.

However, behind the gray-robed old man, newly appeared demonic cultivators joined forces to pursue him, pressing relentlessly; as for that cluster of blood mist, it flung the two original demonic cultivators farther and farther away, its escape speed far surpassing that of its pursuers behind.

The Gold Flood Dragon King's mouth twitched slightly; he glanced at the distant blood mist, pondered briefly, then moved— a streak of Jin Guang shot straight toward the blood mist's direction.

Watching the Jin Guang recede, Han Li, standing beside the pavilion gate, let out a soft breath.

Just now, seeing the Gold Flood Dragon King strike the gaunt old man flying into the pavilion, Han Li's mind stirred, and he greatly wished to intervene, seize the gaunt old man, and search him directly to see if that top-grade spirit stone was on his person.

But ultimately feeling it was too risky, he forcibly restrained himself.

Yet he never expected that the Gold Flood Dragon King's spiritual sense would be so keen— in that instant of distraction, the opponent sensed something and suddenly reached down to grab the spot where he stood.

Fortunately, his escape technique had now reached a miraculous level; without a sound or ripple, he shifted in a flash to the other side of the pavilion gate, and that grasp naturally fell upon empty air.

From the Gold Flood Dragon King's expression just now, it was clear that the gaunt old man's storage pouch did not contain that top-grade spirit stone, and the old man could hardly have hidden such a stone directly on his person.

After all, something with such pure spiritual energy— if not kept in a storage pouch, anyone could instantly tell where it was.

Han Li also paid no heed to the gaunt old man on the ground, his gaze likewise sweeping toward several points in the air.

At this moment, beneath the blue demonic mist, only one unnamed eighth-level demonic cultivator hovered motionless in midair, seemingly left behind by the Gold Flood Dragon King specifically to monitor Stone Peak.

This demonic cultivator had a pale blue complexion, a ferocious visage, and his bare arms and thighs were covered in patches of blue scales, making him look extremely vicious.

Suddenly, this demonic cultivator twisted his head and stared intently to one side.

Han Li saw this, his mind flashed, and he likewise turned his head to follow the gaze.

Not far off, a cluster of yellow light flew toward this place, within which a demonic beast could be faintly seen holding something in its paws.

Han Li's eyes flashed; his pupils suddenly flickered with blue light as he activated the divine ability of the Mingqing Lingmu, clearly seeing the demonic beast within the yellow light.

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