Chapter 150: How did you manage to fight the White Dragon Sect and still land a critical hit?

In the next instant, vast spiritual power surged forth—this is the red trait, spirit like a dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought to a standstill.

The clash of vast spiritual power instantly aroused a tremendous pressure.

The feng shui master below clenched his teeth: "How is that possible? You, a first‑level Grand Master, how could you possibly withstand the spiritual impact of Slaying Dragon?"

Shen Qing glanced at him: "This has only just begun."

Having said that, bloody mist instantly swept out, four huge blood‑dragon phantasms appeared, and a massive pressure surged toward the Purple Python.

Just moments ago, the arrogant Purple Python was pressed right up against Slaying Dragon.

At the same time, a fierce sound echoed in the cave.

It was Shen Qing opening his sea of qi for the demon sword to absorb.

You say your demon sword can drain my sea of qi? Shen Qing laughed, you've never seen the Cosmic Sea.

Boom boom boom!

The feng shui master below stared blankly—how could there be thunder in this cave?

Taking a closer look, it was Shen Qing feeding true qi into the demon sword.

It seemed he thought the demon sword was absorbing too slowly, so he forced true qi into it.

This also left the demon sword at a loss; the demon sword was born from seizing the great martial fortune, and could be considered heaven‑born and earth‑raised, and it clearly knows what it is.

He didn't expect the opposing Shen Qing, a Grand Master, to be so arrogant; the Purple Python let out a hiss, increased its true‑qi devouring speed, but gradually the Purple Python grew bewildered—he felt Slaying Dragon was almost full, yet Shen Qing's sea of qi remained unfathomable like an abyss.

Shen Qing glanced at him: "That won't do? No, you need to eat more."

Like a person, demon swords also have aptitude or potential; the way to judge is by how much true qi or primordial energy they consume when first activating their devouring ability.

The more true qi or primordial energy they devour, the better their potential.

Shen Qing's hand suddenly flashed with golden light, overbearing true qi surged out, and he violently shoved it into the demon sword.

The Purple Python was dumbfounded, turning the heavens upside down.

In the next instant, the Purple Python roared, the demon sword Slaying Dragon began to tremble violently, its sword intent shot up to the heavens, fierce purple mist spread, the chains binding Slaying Dragon started to shudder, faint cracks appeared, as if it would break free in the next instant.

At the same time, a hiss traveled through the hilt into Shen Qing's mind, like a snake's hiss.

"You've gone too far in bullying the sword!"

No matter how you say it, it's a demon sword, yet it couldn't match a Grand Master in spirit, and was further forced to take true qi from Shen Qing—such a disgrace to the blade.

Shen Qing's lips curled slightly, a sword intent shot up to the heavens—this was his colored trait, the Blade of the Grand Dao.

"I'm bullying you—what can you do about it?"

Compared to the earlier true qi and spirit, this time it was a true crushing force; Slaying Dragon's sword intent was almost visibly being suppressed.

The demon sword's spirit, the Purple Python, was utterly stunned; this time it truly saw its great‑grandmother.

Soon, the Purple Python fully retracted its sword intent, even its spiritual pressure withdrew; the hilt trembled slightly, sending a thought to Shen Qing.

"Stop fighting, I yield."

At this moment, the demon sword Slaying Dragon offered no resistance; Shen Qing easily pulled it from the altar, casually flicked a sword flower, leaving several purple traces in the air.

"Fine blade!"

"How is this possible?" the feng shui master beneath the altar collapsed.

The process for forging a demon sword isn't like this; one shouldn't set up a Grand Feng Shui Formation.

First, one relies on willpower to contend with the demon sword.

Then, one prepares restorative tonics and pills to feed the demon sword.

Finally, one suppresses the demon sword with sword intent—does the demon sword only submit then?

How did you just subdue it outright?

Hearing his voice, Shen Qing stepped on the air and slowly approached the feng shui master; his voice was soft, yet crystal‑clear in the master's ear.

"The demon sword you painstakingly forged is quite slick."

The feng shui master's mouth gaped open to wail, but in the next instant Shen Qing flicked his finger and blasted them into a mist of blood.

【Congratulations on slaying a Grand Master martial artist, successfully looting the trait: Proficiency in Feng Shui (Blue)】

Not long after, a man rushed in from the cave entrance—he was the one called the Earth Sturdy Star, famed for killing without restraint and mood swings, You Wuchang.

He took in the mess inside the cave, also noticed the altar was empty, and bellowed: "What's going on?"

At that moment, Shen Qing's voice came from the other side: "You are You Wuchang—glad you could come."

"I've been waiting for your blood to give my blade its first cut, White Dragon Sect's Earth Sturdy Star—you're barely qualified."

You Wuchang snapped his head back, saw Shen Qing leaning against the wall, and also saw the demon sword Slaying Dragon in his hand.

"Who are you? Why is Slaying Dragon in your hand?"

"Dead people don't need to know much."

Along with the voice came an unmatched sword intent, a Heaven‑Splitting Thrust aimed at You Wuchang's face.

You Wuchang's eyes blazed with fury; his horse‑slashing saber erupted with a half‑moon slash that collided with Slaying Dragon, but his strength couldn't match Shen Qing's, and his saber was likewise inferior.

Shen Qing's Slaying Dragon swiftly pressed toward You Wuchang; at that moment, a purple mist suddenly arose on the sword, quickly forming a giant python that lunged at You Wuchang.

Bang!

You Wuchang was blasted straight away, shaking the mountain itself with a faint tremor.

Shen Qing stared at Slaying Dragon in his hand, stunned— that purple python wasn't his technique.

"How did you manage to fight the White Dragon Sect and still land a critical hit?"

Slaying Dragon trembled slightly, sending a thought to Shen Qing.

"Try being nailed down with copper pillars for five years by them!"

"Five years—do you know how I've spent these five years? I'm going to kill the White Dragon Sect!"

Although it sounds miserable, Shen Qing still couldn't help laughing; it feels like the White Dragon Sect has forged a nemesis for himself.

"How about we discuss this?"

"From now on, whenever you strike someone, always use that purple python just now; I'll bring you to slaughter the White Dragon Sect—how does that sound?"

"Slay Dragon fell silent for a moment, then trembled slightly: 'Will you keep your word?'"

"A gentleman's word is hard to take back, even four horses cannot catch up."

"Deal!"

"Speaking of which, the hilt of Slay Dragon suddenly shot out a blade of light, straight toward Shen Qing's fingertip. After struggling for a while, he found he could not pierce Shen Qing's Ancient Primordial Universe Body at all."

"Slay Dragon trembled again, somewhat helpless: 'Give me a drop of your blood.'"

"Shen Qing smiled, squeezed out a drop of blood and gave it to Slay Dragon, which quickly absorbed it. Immediately, a tremendous aura surged skyward, as if a ferocious purple python behind Shen Qing opened its scarlet pupils."

"If one were to say that just now Shen Qing suppressed Slay Dragon with overwhelming force, then now Slay Dragon is wholly and devotedly submissive."

"Shen Qing gripped Slay Dragon, and overbearing true qi surged forth; the One Sword Opens Heaven struck again toward You Wuchang."

"A thought from Slay Dragon transmitted into Shen Qing's mind."

"First, let's agree: this attack consumes a great deal of true qi, so you must be ready."

"Shen Qing said nothing, merely letting his true qi surge wildly, showing Slay Dragon his boundless qi sea."

"Slay Dragon fell silent, said nothing, and simply absorbed true qi to strengthen the purple python."

"Now it was You Wuchang's turn to be dumbfounded, staring at the immensely mighty purple python, then glancing at the blood dragon phantom behind Shen Qing."

"I understand now—you are Shen Qing!"

"But how is that possible! How could you possibly achieve perfect harmony with Slay Dragon!"

"Demonic blades are exceedingly fastidious; seeking a master always comes with myriad demands."

"Such as Slay Dragon, which was born from plundering a dynasty's fortune, is even more outrageous, with extremely stringent requirements: spirit, true qi reserves, and blade momentum—none can be lacking."

"He simply could not fathom how Shen Qing managed to subdue Slay Dragon in such a short time and still achieve perfect harmony."

"But there wasn't much time left for him to think."

"In the next instant, the purple python shot out and bit onto You Wuchang's left arm; logically, You Wuchang shouldn't be so easy to hit, but Shen Qing's perfect harmony with Slay Dragon surprised him too much."

"Thus, momentarily shocked and unable to react, he was bitten on the arm by the purple python; his horse-cutting saber slowed for an instant, and Shen Qing's Opens Heaven pierced straight through him."

"Just then, two men appeared at the cave entrance, their auras both at the Golden Core stage; it was clearly the Golden Core experts the White Dragon Sect had mentioned as scouts."

"In the midst of the two men's horrified gazes, a fine blood line slowly appeared on You Wuchang's brow; then it rapidly spread, splitting from the brow, and You Wuchang was directly torn in half."

"One of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends of the White Dragon Sect,"

"Earth Strong Star, You Wuchang."

"Fallen."

"Shen Qing's blade momentum did not wane; he turned his head to look at the two Golden Core cultivators."

"Black hair flying, Slay Dragon gleamed with a profound light in his hand, his voice overwhelmingly overbearing."

"Do you also want to give my Slay Dragon its edge?"