Chapter 261: Slay Dragon Evolves, the Peerless Demonic Blade

Immediately, Slay Dragon burst out with a fierce light, purple, gold, and white mists mingling above it; at the same time, the winds and clouds between heaven and earth shifted, and the sky that had just been clear for thousands of miles was suddenly swept up by terrifying dark clouds.

Under the blessing of the Heart of the Earth, Shen Qing could feel the vital energy of the surrounding mountains, rivers, and great streams rushing toward Slay Dragon, and within the dark clouds a terrifying thunderbolt faintly approached.

"Master, plant me in the ground, step back a bit—this is the Heavenly Tribulation!"

Slay Dragon is, after all, a demonic blade that can still devour dragon energy to evolve; throughout history it should be the only one of its kind, so it naturally won't be tolerated by this heaven and earth—the Heavenly Tribulation is inevitable, and this tribulation certainly won't be easy.

Shen Qing glanced at Slay Dragon and said, "Can you do it? Do you want my help? If you can't pass this Heavenly Tribulation, you might dissipate."

Shen Qing is one who cherishes the old; he puts away his used weapons, and now the Azure River, Crimson Sky, and Overlord Bow are still hanging in the Qingzhou Heavenly Star City Patrol Office.

Slay Dragon sensed Shen Qing's concern, trembled slightly, and transmitted a fighting spirit.

"Master, believe me!"

"My great grudge hasn't been avenged yet! I still haven't killed a White Dragon Saint! A mere Heavenly Tribulation—how could it possibly kill me!"

Shen Qing nodded: "I believe you."

Having said that, Shen Qing plunged Slay Dragon's tip into the ground, then swiftly flew away from the manor, picking up the White River Martial Saint's head along the way.

Not long after Shen Qing flew away, terrifying thunderbolts swept across the entire manor; those who hadn't had time to flee were instantly blasted to charcoal, and by the time the first Heavenly Tribulation baptism ended, the whole manor had been reduced to ruins.

At that moment, Youzhou Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander Ye Kong also arrived here, coming up behind Shen Qing.

"Lord Shen, what's going on? Why is there so much lightning? Is someone breaking through to the Martial Saint realm?"

In his eyes he could only see the thunderbolts sweeping across, but could see nothing else.

In Shen Qing's eyes, a huge purple python lay coiled in the ruined manor; when the first thunderbolt struck, many of the python's scales were blasted off, but Slay Dragon, having been born from endless suffering, remained tenacious.

A single thunderbolt couldn't even make the purple python lower its head.

Just then the second thunderbolt arrived; the purple python's eyes turned fierce, it lifted its head to the sky and let out a roar!

It neither dodged nor defended, but instead charged straight into the thunderbolt.

Shen Qing chuckled, "Fierce enough—I like it."

Shen Qing turned his head to look at Ye Kong.

"Has the cleanup in the Heavenly Yin Mountain Range been finished?"

Ye Kong seemed to recall the grim state there, shook his head: "Not yet; after all, that place is a stronghold of the White Dragon Sect, with plenty of wealth and martial arts left behind, the Embroidered Uniform Guard is taking inventory, and seeing your message, Lord Shen, I rushed over."

Saying that, he glanced with lingering fear at the violent thunderbolt: "Lord Shen, what are we doing here?"

Shen Qing casually tossed the White River Martial Saint's head he was holding to Ye Kong: "I came here to kill a person called the White River Martial Saint, a holy one of the White Dragon Sect; you go back to the Patrol Office, organize the files, and hand them over to Wuyang Prefecture—I won't be returning."

Ye Kong stared dumbfounded, rubbing his ears: "What do you mean, coming here to kill a White River Martial Saint? Lord Shen, your tone makes it sound like you just killed a stray dog by the road."

He looked at Shen Qing: "Lord Shen, I didn't catch that—who did you say you killed?"

"White River Martial Saint."

Ye Kong shuddered, looking at the head in his hand, almost dropping it; he never imagined he could one day personally hold the head of a Martial Saint realm cultivator.

But soon he realized something even more terrifying than holding a Martial Saint's head.

There are no helpers here, which means this White River Martial Saint was slain by Shen Qing alone!

Ye Kong cautiously looked at Shen Qing, unable to believe how strong Shen Qing had become.

But Shen Qing ignored him, his gaze fixed on the manor.

The Heavenly Tribulation in the sky intensified, each blast leaving the purple python covered in wounds.

By now it had endured six thunderbolts, yet the clouds showed no sign of dissipating; instead they grew fiercer, as if the entire sky were roaring.

When the seventh heavenly thunder descended, the condensed purple python had already lost over half of its purple scales, its form becoming somewhat illusory; it raised its head to the sky and howled, anger in its voice.

"Come!"

No one answered; only the rumbling thunder remained.

The eighth heavenly thunder was thicker than the first seven combined; electric light swallowed the whole manor, heaven and earth turned a deathly white—this strike was enough to scatter its soul and spirit.

In the lightning, the purple python collapsed completely, its scales flying off, yet it ultimately endured.

But just then, the ninth heavenly thunder appeared—eight were not the limit.

But the purple python could no longer bear it; it strained to lift its head, yet its eyes grew fierce, with no fear of dissipation, and it roared, "My fate is mine, not heaven's!"

Having said that, it charged toward the final thunderbolt.

Shen Qing was about to blast away this last Heavenly Tribulation, but the moment he levitated, he stopped, feeling no destructive power in this thunderbolt.

As expected, when this thunderbolt struck the purple python, it froze, for this ninth thunderbolt had completely changed from its previous violence, becoming extraordinarily gentle.

The purple python's scales were rapidly regenerating, while golden and white dragon energies swiftly merged with it, and the horns on its head became increasingly prominent.

No one knew how long had passed.

The dark clouds dispersed, the sky gradually cleared.

In the manor lay a brand‑new Slay Dragon, its blade now a deeper purple, revealing a profundity like an endless deep sea.

A pale, slender hand reached out and gripped the hilt.

"Congratulations."

The blade trembled slightly, conveying joy; a larger purple python appeared, coiling around Shen Qing's side.

Shen Qing wondered, "Hey, you evolved, didn't you? Why are you still a purple python? Where are your dragon horns?"

The purple python replied, "Master, it's like this: the golden and white dragon energies have finished merging; the situation is special—take a look."

As it spoke, the purple python let out a roar; its scales turned golden, dragon claws sprouted, a pair of golden horns grew on its head, and the blade was coated with a faint golden glow.

Shen Qing also felt the blade grow much heavier, and his own strength increased.

"Master, I now have three forms; this is the Golden Dragon Form—the blade becomes heavier and sharper, and it can boost your strength."

"The White Dragon Form makes the blade lighter and faster, increasing your speed."

"The Purple Python Form combines the two, but whichever form you take, it's stronger than before."

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow, "Is this a Diga heir? We've got the Da Gu Happy Type, Speed Type, and Comprehensive Type!"

However, Shen Qing really liked it.

All I heard was the purple python continuing to speak: "Moreover, master, I feel I haven't reached my limit yet!"

"As long as we slay that White Dragon Saint!"

"I can still evolve!"