Chapter 917: WAKE UP!!

"Roar!!"

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon, its massive body over five hundred meters long, crashed forward as if intent on crushing everything in its path.

Arrogant, tyrannical, its aura soaring to the heavens!

Logically, a body of five hundred meters was already astonishing enough.

But for the Furious Sea Flame Dragon clan, this size still fell short of the "Sea Realm Great Demon" threshold—it was merely River Realm.

"Hmph." Lu Ran's eyes brimmed with killing intent, unmoved and steady, standing firmly directly before the Furious Sea Flame Dragon.

A vivid, deep crimson flickered silently in his pupils.

An astonishing scene unfolded!

Everyone would likely assume the blood-colored dragon would smash the tiny human to dust—or swallow him whole.

Yet, the Furious Sea Flame Dragon's massive body suddenly shuddered violently?

"Sss…"

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon let out a piercing hiss, still shaking heaven and earth—but that terrifying dragon roar sounded unmistakably like a scream of agony?

Yes, it was a scream of agony!

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon had been struck by a poison called "Thread Puller."

It realized, stunned, that it had fallen into a world of deep crimson—countless red threads surged from all directions, piercing its scales, tearing through its body.

"Sss!! Sss…"

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon's forward momentum halted abruptly as it shrieked in agony.

It writhed uncontrollably, its gaping maw spewing a thick column of fire.

Evil Art: Piercing Sea Flame!

Its dragon head flailed wildly, the fire column lashing in all directions, shooting into the sea, even piercing through the rolling clouds above.

The scene was horrifying!

If engulfed by that flame, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Honestly, this clan's size was practically a bug.

For any other River Realm demon, like the Blood Plague Dog clan, would their fire columns ever reach the terrifying scale of Piercing Sea Flame?

"Hah." Lu Ran let out a cold snort, his figure vanishing in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared beside the dragon's skull, driving the Eight Desolations Annihilation Blade straight forward.

"Sssch!"

The Eight Desolations Blade, forged from Tianchen steel and razor-sharp, pierced through the dragon's blood-red scales under Lu Ran's divine power and the reinforcement of the Lietian Force.

It plunged straight into the Furious Sea Flame Dragon's flesh!

"Sss!" The Furious Sea Flame Dragon thrashed its head and tail, roaring in fury.

Did it hurt?

Maybe a little.

After all, Lu Ran was tiny.

The tangdao in his hand was even smaller—stabbed into the dragon's body, it seemed almost negligible.

Negligible?

Lu Ran's gaze turned icy. He gripped the Eight Desolations Blade embedded in the dragon's body, black clouds rising beneath his feet.

From beside the dragon's head, he dragged the blade backward, slicing horizontally across its body!

"Crack! Crack!"

Where the blade passed, scales shattered and flew apart in all directions.

A thin, long gash stretched from the dragon's snout, along its neck, and deep into its body.

Scalding dragon blood splattered all over Lu Ran!

The sight was spectacular!

But the question was—

Could such a slender cut truly inflict effective damage on a creature of this magnitude?

Unclear.

Lu Ran didn't care.

His actions weren't meant to kill—they were meant to fulfill a promise.

He had just promised the Eight Desolations Annihilation Blade: he would wash the blade in that scalding dragon blood.

Wash it!

"Hum!"

As Lu Ran continued dragging the blade, he felt the hilt tremble heavily in his grip.

"Huh?" Lu Ran's eyes lit up.

Yes! Perfect!

Eight Desolations, we've been at Holy Spirit Mountain too long, fought too long.

It's time you woke up!

"Sss!!" The Furious Sea Flame Dragon clearly sensed the annoying little thing.

Physical pain meant nothing—nowhere near one ten-thousandth of its spiritual torment.

But Lu Ran's antics were deeply insulting. Insulting to a dragon!

Enraged, the Furious Sea Flame Dragon unleashed its energy in a violent surge.

Evil Art: Dragon Flame Killing Realm!

Instantly, countless tiny flame dragons erupted from its body, swarming densely.

This domain technique was immensely powerful!

Infinite tiny flame dragons would circle the caster, automatically attacking enemies.

Since becoming a believer, the technique Lu Ran least wanted to face was the loudmouth type.

And the one he hated most? Anything that moved on its own!

Back in the mortal world, when Lu Ran first encountered the Laotian Demon clan, those arms had taught him a brutal lesson.

Even now, thinking of it made him grit his teeth in rage!

"Shhh~"

Lu Ran's face darkened; his figure flashed hundreds of meters away.

The Eight Desolations Blade trembled gently in his hand, scalding dragon blood dripping from its tip toward the sea below.

Lu Ran extended his hand; energy surged violently in his palm.

"Pop~"

A strange sound—like a fish blowing bubbles—suddenly echoed across the sky.

A massive ink carp, its head still forming, surged upward into the heavens.

Ink Carp Clan's ultimate technique: Ink Color Evil Carp!

Remember, River-grade Ink Color Evil Carp reached three hundred meters in size.

It flew from the hand of a tiny human—the scene was truly dreamlike.

"Sss…"

In an instant, the Furious Sea Flame Dragon let out a piercing shriek.

This clan's spiritual strength had always been its weakness.

And the Evil Art: Ink Color Evil Carp could launch a spiritual assault through its peculiar bubble-blowing sound!

As it charged the Furious Sea Flame Dragon, it released countless tiny ink carps—once they clung to the target, they would tear at its brain nerves.

"Roar!!"

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon exploded in agony, roaring and spewing a Piercing Sea Flame directly at Lu Ran.

The thick fire column actually pierced through the Ink Color Evil Carp?

Yet the Ink Color Evil Carp did not immediately disintegrate—though its belly was pierced, its head remained intact, its mouth still "pop-pop"-ing.

Lu Ran flashed back to the dragon's head side, opened his mouth, and screamed sharply: "Yaa!!!"

Sea Jiao Evil Art: Sea Jiao Song!

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon's body froze rigid!

The fire column from its mouth cut off; even the tiny flame dragons swirling around its body shattered and vanished.

As a domain technique, Evil Art: Dragon Flame Killing Realm required continuous casting.

But Lu Ran's triple strike had utterly shattered the Furious Sea Flame Dragon's mind!

Evil Art: Thread Puller—Thread Puller Eye!

Ink Carp Evil Art: Ink Color Evil Carp!

Sea Jiao Evil Art: Sea Jiao Song!

All were spiritual attacks—each one targeting the Furious Sea Flame Dragon's weakness!

Just seconds ago, the Furious Sea Flame Dragon had been arrogant, treating the tiny human as nothing, ready to crush Lu Ran underfoot.

Now—

The Furious Sea Flame Dragon had been beaten into rigid attention!

Its massive body stood frozen in midair.

"Shhh!" Lu Ran suddenly vanished, and when he reappeared, he was right before the massive dragon's eye!

Truly, skill emboldens the man!

Lu Ran's killing intent surged; his pupils turned a Jizhiyaoyan deep red. He leaned forward, his face pressed directly against the dragon's eye.

Man and dragon stared fiercely at each other.

The puny human race was trampling and slaughtering right on the Nu Hai Yan Jiao's face!

The Nu Hai Yan Jiao, already dazed, now plunged into a sea of deep red.

Thousands of crimson threads tore at its body, ravaging its already fragile brain.

"Wuuuuhhh~~~"

The Nu Hai Yan Jiao moaned in agony.

Its long body trembled violently, thrashing its head wildly as it plummeted straight into the sea.

"Ssshh!"

Blade sank into flesh!

As Lu Ran's shadow flickered into position directly above the dragon's head, the Eight Wilderness Blade pierced its flesh.

This time, Lu Ran did not ascend on clouds—beneath his feet, thick mist erupted.

"Ssshh—"

Lu Ran sprinted forward as if starting a race, gripping the blade's hilt embedded in the dragon's skull, racing along its body.

"Zzzzzm!!"

The Eight Wilderness Blade plunged deep into the dragon's scorching flesh, soaked in its molten blood, and let out a resonant hum!

Its vibration was more violent than ever before!

Far out on the sea, a figure stood motionless.

Xun Yifei tilted his head, his eyes burning with intensity.

He had been sent on a mission—Dragon Master, worried about the Sect Master, had dispatched Xun Yifei to oversee the battle.

But Xun Yifei had witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Thick clouds churned in the sky; monstrous waves roared across the sea.

Between heaven and sea, their own Sect Master slaughtered the Nu Hai Yan Jiao with brutal ferocity, drawing agonized cries from the beast.

One man, one blade,

slaughtering from dragon's head to body, then to tail!

"Plop!" A thunderous crash.

The heavy Nu Hai Yan Jiao slammed into the sea, sending towering waves crashing outward.

Lu Ran did not fall with it—he stood suspended above the water, standing on an invisible layer of wind and waves.

At this moment, he too had become a "bloodied man."

Lu Ran picked up the Eight Wilderness Blade, now stained with dragon's blood, and wiped his finger along its blade.

The scorching dragon's blood smeared away, revealing the gleaming Tianchen steel beneath.

"Eight Wilderness."

"Zzzm!" The Eight Wilderness Blade trembled gently, as if answering its master.

Lu Ran licked his lips in excitement, about to speak—

"Sssss!" The dragon's roar echoed again.

The Nu Hai Yan Jiao had been pushed to its limit, fully descended into madness, as if it had lost all self-awareness.

A colossal dragon head burst from the sea, its body engulfed in roaring flames!

Evil Art: Dragon Flame Body!

The evil variant of the Flame Heavenly Titan!

Undoubtedly, before its energy and strength were exhausted, its output would be massively amplified.

Any slight brush against it would leave Lu Ran reduced to dust and bones.

Far away, Xun Yifei's heart tightened.

A Nu Hai Yan Jiao in this near-unconscious state was an extremely dangerous entity!

He wanted to step forward and advise Lu Ran to retreat—wise counsel indeed.

But Lu Ran's aura was too overwhelming now!

Between heaven and sea, Lu Ran suddenly raised one hand—and beneath the churning clouds, a colossal battle axe rapidly formed.

Xun Yifei's eyes narrowed slightly!

That was—

The Jiang Jing Great Technique of the Manghuang Nüba Clan: Manghuang Evil Axe?!

"Huuu!!"

A hundred-meter axe descended from the sky, wielding terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and severing seas, slashing straight at the Nu Hai Yan Jiao.

"Boom!!"

The axe blade slammed down, sending tidal waves crashing outward like a tsunami.

"Sss!" The Nu Hai Yan Jiao shrieked in agony—its blazing dragon body was cleaved clean in two!

Only a massive dragon head remained, along with a mere ten-meter stretch of neck and body behind it.

Undeniably, both the Lietian Sect and the Nu Hai Yan Jiao clan produced astonishing output.

But my Manghuang Nüba Clan? Our output is just as explosive!

The Evil Art: Manghuang Evil Axe has a second stage!

Vast quantities of yellow sand surged from the axe's edge, burying the waves beneath a terrifying desert sea, surging violently.

Lu Ran spun his blade, his shadow flickered again!

Between sand and waves, the young man in the green cape and blue hat appeared directly behind the dragon's head.

"Ssshh—"

Lu Ran gripped the hilt with both hands, staring at the severed dragon body, mist swirling beneath his feet!

"Eight Wilderness!"

"Six months!"

"We've fought land, we've fought sea—today we fight heaven!"

Lu Ran roared, charging alone into the bloody, shredded dragon body!

Scorching dragon's blood instantly soaked his entire body; the sharp blade pierced through the dragon's flesh, from rear to front, driving his master straight toward the dragon's head—determined to pierce through this Nu Hai Yan Jiao.

"Eight Wilderness! Wake the hell up!!"

Zzzzzm!!

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