Chapter 535: Slaying the Yin Dragon, Refining Ghosts into Pills (Part Two)

"Yin Dragon? Is that the only move you know?"

Heavenly Sword Daoist mocked him to his face, and with a wave of his hand, the Yin Dragon shattered.

A faint layer of Technique clung to his sword.

Looking closely, one could see that layer of Technique slicing through space; every swing produced an ear-piercing sound of space tearing apart.

The Yin Dragon Sage Son only then noticed it. He stumbled backward, and the Technique grazed his chest, a splash of blood flying.

A wound split open on his chest—a clean cut. Clearly it had never touched him, yet he bled all the same.

"Technique?"

"Good eye. This is the Heavenly Sword Technique—the Technique that made my name."

Heavenly Sword Daoist laughed coldly: "Your Yin Dragon is strong, but before my Technique, it cannot withstand a single blow."

"Heavenly Sword Technique."

"Hum."

The Technique sliced toward him. This time the swordplay looked the same, but its range of power was vastly different.

The range had expanded, doubled from before. Moreover, the Technique, attached to Heavenly Sword Daoist, would expand and shrink at his will. You might think you had the distance measured this time; the next, he would make you regret it.

After dozens of sword strikes, the Yin Dragon Sage Son's body was covered in wounds, his torn clothes dyed red.

He looked down and touched his wound. The Yin Dragon Sage Son's expression turned ruthless. He pressed his hands together; the Yin Dragon soared into the air, then entered his body.

He raised his left hand, and a shield appeared.

Ghost Weapon—Yin Dragon Shield.

His left hand gripped, and a long spear appeared.

Also a Ghost Weapon—the Yin Dragon Spear.

The matching set of Ghost Weapons, infused with his ghost Qi. The Yin Ghost Shield was raised, blocking Heavenly Sword Daoist's Technique; every sword strike was stopped.

The Yin Ghost Spear pierced through, going straight through Heavenly Sword Daoist's arm.

Swept upward, then swept across.

An arm, severed.

Heavenly Sword Daoist's sword erupted with dazzling light, sweeping across.

"Yin Dragon Shield."

The shield blocked in front of him; the Technique was blocked.

"Break for me."

Heavenly Sword Daoist gritted his teeth and erupted with terrifying true Qi.

With true Qi poured in, the Technique expanded tenfold.

In an instant, that sword cut through everything.

The Yin Dragon Shield's protective barrier shattered.

"Crack, crack."

Suddenly, the Yin Ghost Shield split open.

The Yin Dragon Sage Son's long spear erupted with terrifying ghost Qi, thrusting toward Heavenly Sword Daoist ahead.

"Yin Dragon Spear Kill."

"Yin Dragon Great Annihilation."

"Puchi."

Sword blade and long spear struck simultaneously.

The long spear lodged in Heavenly Sword Daoist's body, ghost Qi wildly destroying his insides.

The sword blade lodged in the Yin Dragon Sage Son's abdomen, stuck in flesh and blood, unable to cut through.

The Technique sliced through all the surrounding flesh.

The two stared at each other, ruthless and venomous glints flashing in their eyes.

"Die."

"Die."

This move—a move of mutual destruction—both wanted to kill the other.

Eruption.

Eruption.

Eruption again.

"Die."

The Yin Dragon Sage Son opened his mouth, drawing the ghost Qi origin from the Heavenly Ghost Bead to replenish himself.

Replenished, his ghost Qi erupted suddenly.

The long spear shattered Heavenly Sword Daoist's body, thrusting repeatedly, blossoms of spear flowers blooming.

In an instant, the sky became a beautiful painting.

Blood-red blossoms, shredded flesh dancing through the air.

Ghosts scrambled to devour that flesh and blood.

The Yin Dragon Sage Son reached out, his left hand pulling out Heavenly Sword Daoist's inner core, and he stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

"No."

Heavenly Sword Daoist's remaining head was surrounded by ghosts.

Soon, that head disappeared.

Eaten away.

The ghost souls were satisfied and returned to the body of the Holy Son of Yin Dragon.

Yin Gui's spear was planted in the ground, a sword blade stuck in his body, and the Holy Son of Yin Dragon gritted his teeth, coughing: "Cough cough cough."

He coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood; his injuries were very severe.

He did not rush to pull out that sword, but instead stared at Yin Gui Zhenren.

Yin Gui Zhenren did not know when he had stood up and walked toward him.

Outside, Jing Yuheng and the Green Deer Monster General were also staring at him, the killing intent in their eyes no longer concealed.

Hmph.

With a cold snort, the Holy Son of Yin Dragon gritted his teeth, straightened his body, drew his spear, stood firm, and pointed at them.

Jing Yuheng and the others dared not move, worrying that the Holy Son of Yin Dragon was acting.

Likewise, they would not let him leave.

Staring, waiting, it was nothing more than spending a little more time, which was no harm to them.

"Yin Long, you're already at the end of your rope; why persist?"

"The sword qi of the Heavenly Sword Daoist is not something you can block."

"This sword has taken half your life; you can no longer use ghost qi."

The sword qi and ghost qi clashed; his ghost qi could not circulate.

Now is the most suitable time.

Yin Gui Zhenren walked over, formed hand seals, and launched his final attack.

With difficulty, a bit of ghost qi recovered, condensing into ghost souls.

"Go."

The Holy Son of Yin Dragon swung his spear; the ghost souls were shattered.

He stepped forward, thrusting his spear ahead.

Terrifying ghost qi surged straight toward Yin Gui Zhenren.

"Pfft."

Yin Gui Zhenren's abdomen was torn open.

He swayed, fell to the ground, and Yin Gui Zhenren could not rise again.

"Hahaha, Yin Gui Zhenren, that's all you've got; I am the victor."

"The last one standing is me."

He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

He was smug and pleased.

Jing Yuheng and the Green Deer Monster General exchanged glances, each wanting the other to make a move.

Neither of them acted; instead, they watched and observed.

The atmosphere gradually grew oppressive.

The Holy Son of Yin Dragon continuously drew ghost qi from the Heavenly Ghost Pearl to replenish himself.

Give him a little more time, and he can stabilize his body and suppress those sword qi.

That strike just now was already his final attack; fortunately, he won.

"Hurry."

"Hurry up."

He was anxious, but he couldn't show it on the surface.

He couldn't let those people see his predicament.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Jing Yuheng couldn't wait; he drew his spear and channeled lightning into it.

"Thunder Strike."

As soon as he acted, he gave it his all.

Lightning enveloped the Holy Son of Yin Dragon.

"Boom."

The earth was gouged out a trench.

The whole sky was filled with the aura of thunder.

After the spear strike, Jing Yuheng stared at the spot where the Holy Son of Yin Dragon stood.

The lightning faded, and the Holy Son of Yin Dragon's body flickered with lightning as he knelt on the ground.

"As expected, you were acting."

"I was almost fooled by you."

The Green Deer Monster General, who had been watching the show, suddenly moved and appeared behind the Holy Son of Yin Dragon.

He opened his huge mouth, intending to swallow this holy son.

"Hmph."

"He is mine; when is it your turn to interfere?"

Jing Yuheng drew his spear and blocked the Green Deer Monster General's action.

The Green Deer Monster General quickly retreated, coldly staring at Jing Yuheng: "Jing Yuheng, do you want to be my enemy?"

"The Holy Son of Yin Dragon cannot be given to you, nor can the Heavenly Ghost Pearl be given to your monster race."

"How important that Heavenly Ghost Pearl is; how could it be given to the monster race?"

The Green Deer Monster General's intentions were exposed; he wasn't angry at all, but rather remained calm.

"Hmph, Jing Yuheng, you also came for the Heavenly Ghost Pearl, what are you pretending?"

Qingluo Demon General pointed at Jing Yuheng, said coldly and mercilessly: "The Heavenly Ghost Pearl is not yours; it resides with the virtuous."

"Then let's fight."

The two fought together.