Chapter 733: Blade Dragon Takes Down

"Chew chew."

Heishanyang chewed for a long time, slowly savoring, then said: "The taste is not bad, very chewy."

Mulong Daolong's face fell, he stared fixedly at Chen Chuyang and Heishanyang, a blade appeared in his hand, its edge sharp, covered in scales, half the blade was edge, half was scales, extending all the way to the hilt, dense scales, as if a demon beast had come to life.

Each scale is a sharp weapon, able to easily cut flesh and True Gang; this blade was forged by Mulong Daolong from part of his own body, connected to his body.

As his strength increased, it grew as well; unknown how much blood it has soaked, the resentment on it has become extremely intense.

"Heaven-subduing Blade Technique."

"Illusion."

Mulong Daolong's body gradually faded, a layer of white mist appeared around him; within a few breaths it permeated the entire Formation, and Huangfu Xiu, inside another Formation, followed into this Formation, ready to strike at any moment.

Chen Chuyang and Heishanyang touched the mist; it had no toxicity and caused no harm.

It was no different from ordinary mist, except that this mist could suppress the soul, preventing Spiritual Sense from spreading and blocking vision, similar to the mist in the Longshe Shan Formation; the effect was the same.

However, this mist and Mulong Daolong had merged into one, together… achieving each other.

Chen Chuyang, meanwhile, glanced around, noticed Huangfu Xiu's position, and curled his lips: "Not going to make a move?"

"Are you waiting for Mulong Daolong to act?"

These two, it seems, are not on the same side; each has their own schemes and thoughts.

They wanted to strike and kill him, but that seems unrealistic.

Mulong Daolong's figure passed through the mist, like an illusion.

Leaving no trace.

Blade light flashed, passing Chen Chuyang's cheek, just shy of piercing his skin.

This slight distance seemed close, but in reality it was far, far away.

After several consecutive attacks, Mulong Daolong could not get close to Chen Chuyang.

His blade, his attacks, all came to nothing.

Clearly it was just a slight distance, yet he could never approach, never… touch.

"Your attacks, I have long seen through."

"Or why don't you try some other divine abilities?"

Chen Chuyang pointed with his right hand, and the surrounding space was sealed.

"Space sealed."

All means became unusable; Huangfu Xiu's expression changed, and he felt Chen Chuyang's seal.

"This person has sealed the surrounding space; my those means cannot… take effect."

"Damn it, this person has long seen through my thoughts."

"He saw me."

Huangfu Xiu knew his retreat was blocked; ahead, only one path remained.

Fight to the death—either Chen Chuyang dies here, there is no third option.

"Huangfu Xiu, aren't you going to make a move?"

"There's only one chance; if you keep watching the show, both of us will be killed by him."

Mulong Daolong sent a mental transmission to Huangfu Xiu: "This person is actually watching the show, wanting to be the mantis."

"Damn brat."

At this moment, Mulong Daolong's anger is useless, for Chen Chuyang is immensely strong, strong enough to make him unable to breathe, unable to… resist.

Only by joining forces with Huangfu Xiu could there be a chance to defeat Chen Chuyang.

"Understood, Mulong Daolong."

Huangfu Xiu drew his blade and aimed at Chen Chuyang.

The blade could interlace at any moment.

"Chen Chuyang, you forced me to this; I don't want to kill you."

The two acted simultaneously.

"Heaven-subduing Blade Technique."

"Subdue."

"Jade Emperor Heaven-breaking Finger."

Before Huangfu Xiu's blade arrived, he raised his finger and attacked Chen Chuyang.

Above the sky, a gigantic finger descended.

It pierced the Formation, pierced the mist, and directly attacked Chen Chuyang.

Immediately after, Huangfu Xiu's and Mulong Daolong's attacks arrived before him—a triple assault.

"Die."

Mulong Daolong and Huangfu Xiu roared in unison and attacked with all their might.

In an instant, the two passed through Chen Chuyang.

That layer of True Gang seemed about to shatter.

The two turned, and that finger strike fell down.

"Boom—"

The earth shattered.

Cracks spread for several hundred meters; the surrounding peaks collapsed one after another.

Viewed from above, the ground sank, forming a huge opening.

The enormous finger print was clearly visible; the surrounding smoke and dust cleared, and the mist dispersed.

The figures of Huangfu Xiu and Mulong Daolong were revealed, but their fates were different.

Huangfu Xiu froze in place, his body locked, unable to move.

Behind him, a figure stood here, staring at him.

That gaze, that chill, made him dare not move; if he dared to move even a little, he would die instantly here.

Gurgle.

Chen Chuyang stood unharmed behind him, and the Heishanyang was the same.

Mulong Daolong startled, raised his head, and stared at the scene before him.

Suddenly, Mulong Daolong's pupils contracted, he opened his mouth wanting to speak, but found he could not make a sound no matter what.

Huangfu Xiu was seized, lifted up, as if picking up a little chick.

Simple and brutal.

"Mulong Daolong, save me."

Huangfu Xiu shouted his last words, his body began to twist.

Terrifying power caused his body to collapse.

True qi collapsed, meridians collapsed, and that inner elixir also showed cracks.

Chen Chuyang's true qi directly struck his body's blood vessels.

Unable to breathe.

His vision blurred.

At this moment, Huangfu Xiu regretted making a move.

"Chen Chuyang."

"No, no, don't kill me."

"I can..."

"Crack."

His neck, broken.

His dantian, too, shattered.

His inner elixir also shattered.

His soul was obliterated, he was dead.

"Boring."

With a casual toss, the Heishanyang opened its mouth and swallowed Huangfu Xiu's body in one gulp.

It licked its lips, very satisfied, saying: "The taste is really good."

Then it spat out a storage bag and some of Huangfu Xiu's belongings, handing them all to Chen Chuyang.

The person belongs to the Heishanyang, everything else belongs to Chen Chuyang; that's how they split things.

Chen Chuyang collected these treasures, to study them slowly when he returns; the urgent matter now is… the Mudragon Daolong before him.

Mulong Daolong's pupils showed fear, he turned and was about to flee.

"Hehe, wanting to run now—is it too late?"

Chen Chuyang gave a cold, disdainful smile, reached out, and passed through space.

Mixed Yuan One Qi Hand.

It was still that same divine ability, the familiar power, passing through space and appearing behind the Mudragon Daolong.

Mulong Daolong felt the pressure from behind, cold sweat pouring forth.

He kept running, but could not escape no matter what.

"Deserving of death."

"If this continues, I will be caught by him; then it's a dead end."

"No, I must think of a way; I can't end up like Huangfu Xiu, killed without doing anything."

He unleashed all his demonic power to flee, but still could not escape.

The surrounding space was sealed, as if trapped in mire, unable to move.

That hand came, seizing him.

Mulong Daolong turned around, saw that hand before his eyes, unable to dodge.

"No!"