Chapter 100

I've killed flood dragons before, but back then the situation was different—just kill it, and even if you chopped it into mincemeat, nobody would say anything.

But now it's different—these flood dragons are high-end ingredients; if we mess up, what if Ye Zhangqing gets angry?

It's also because Ye Zhangqing is far away and can't hear everyone; otherwise he'd definitely say something.

Don't worry, go ahead and do whatever you want—I won't get angry, even if you tear out tendons and skin.

Meanwhile, the flood dragon clan, hearing these words, was completely bewildered—what are these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ saying?

They felt like they understood, but also like they didn't.

"What did they say about leaving the corpses intact?"

"I don't know; screw it, kill them."

The two sides quickly engaged in battle, but the flood dragon clan, which had been supremely confident and thought they were no match for these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, were dumbfounded at the first clash.

"Where are they?"

"Your speed is no good."

At some point, a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ had appeared behind it, sizing up its dragon body from head to toe with a thoughtful expression.

"Where exactly should we start?"

Sensing the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's gaze sweeping over it, the flood dragon flared with rage and attacked again, but the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ dodged effortlessly.

It felt like you were exerting all your strength, only to punch cotton—that's exactly how the flood dragon clan felt at that moment.

They gave it their all, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's robe.

And the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ didn't strike back, merely sizing them up with a contemplative look, which made the flood dragon clan feel utter humiliation.

Was this just toying with them? They could easily dodge the attacks, yet they didn't counterattack—bullying the demons too much.

The Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ were naturally not that bored; they refrained from attacking because they didn't know where to start.

After a round of observation, one disciple scratched his head and said.

"No way—I can't find a place to start; wherever I begin just feels wrong."

"Same here—I thought about beheading it, but maybe chopping it into sections? Still, I'm afraid that wouldn't work."

"Nonsense—chopping it into sections wouldn't count as leaving the corpse intact."

"This is so annoying—before, killing dragons was just a couple of whacks and done; now I can't manage it."

"You used to just slash wildly; now you have to be methodical, get it."

The disciples looked conflicted, but from the city wall, Ye Zhangqing seemed to be jumping up and down in anxiety.

It's obvious that the flood dragon clan is the key—once they're dealt with, the rest is simple; yet these Inner Door Disciples only know how to dodge.

"Get on with it—why are you dodging?"

Even more absurd, the sword tip was already pressed against his face, yet he wouldn't advance another fraction—just two cun short.

There were countless good opportunities, but they wasted them all—how could Ye Zhangqing not be anxious?

"I'm really done for."

He wanted to jump down the city wall and personally teach them how to slay demons.

"Ah, no, that's not right either."

"Slit the throat? No good—that's just bleeding."

Look, look—the sword is already at his neck, and he can even loosen it.

Many disciples kept trying, but they'd give up at the last step, and the flood dragon clan's mindset was gradually shifting.

Being able to kill but not doing so means they could take your life anytime—it's just a matter of whether they want to.

Furious yet frightened, they wondered when these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ had become so strong.

Last time they clashed, they could still fight evenly with the Divine Sword Peak Inner Door Disciples.

How did this time turn them into dragon meat on someone's chopping board?

They had no power to resist, especially in movement—it was like they were being toyed with, spinning around.

They were solely focused on how to slay these flood dragons without damaging the corpses, completely missing the change in the flood dragons' expressions.

Not only the young elites of the flood dragon clan, but other water clans here encountered the same situation.

Starting from the Inner Disciples, then the Inner Sect, the Outer Sect—these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ were all like they'd taken stimulants, incredibly fierce.

The Heavenly Pride of the armored turtle clan, who last time could still fight evenly with the Divine Sword Peak Inner Door Disciples, now, facing the Inner Door Disciples, was completely at their mercy.

Over the years, it thought it had never slacked off, so why has it become like this?

They were few in number but strong, and with the water clans' morale completely gone, the battle could be said to have leaned entirely toward Divine Sword Peak from the start.

Ye Zhangqing on the city wall also noticed this; seeing the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ like gods of slaughter, he felt reassured yet puzzled.

"That shouldn't be—they're wounded and few in number, so why do they feel even fiercer than before?"

Without experiencing it firsthand, one can't imagine how far the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ would go for a meal.

The thrice-daily Fàn diǎn scramble honed the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's combat ability.

Almost constantly wounded, this forged the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's fighting will.

Relentless day-and-night training caused the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's strength to skyrocket.

Within the Sect, restricted by Sect rules, everyone could only employ techniques or body methods that weren't overly harmful.

Thus, the most striking impression was the rapid progress of the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ's body techniques, nearly matching Shadow Peak.

But if you truly thought the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ were only improving in body technique, you'd be dead wrong.

Since it's called Divine Sword Peak, swordsmanship is the main focus for many disciples—so it makes no sense for only body technique to advance while swordsmanship stagnates.

Otherwise, why would we call it Divine Sword Peak?

As for being even fiercer than before, that too is not an illusion.

The earlier battle outside Jinhai Yingdi was, first, to protect the weaker junior fellow disciple, and second, there was also an element of putting on a show; especially later on, everyone was just after another sip of soup.

So many disciples were somewhat distracted.

Now, those seriously injured and bedridden are basically Menial Disciples, plus a few Outer Door Disciples whose strength is relatively weak.

At present, the disciples on the battlefield can be said to be the strongest batch from Divine Sword Peak.

With no many fellow disciples needing care, they can fully let loose in battle, without any reservations, so their combat power naturally increases further.

As for the injuries on their bodies, not to mention they have already taken healing pills,

Just saying that since Ye Zhangqing began showing off his skills, the thrice-daily mealtime scramble has never ceased to injure them, so fighting while wounded has long become routine for the Divine Sword Peak disciples.

The most important point is that, in the previous battle, almost every Divine Sword Peak disciple hid their true abilities, after all there were outsiders present.

It's clear just how tempting Junior Brother Zhangqing is; the Jade Maiden Peak disciples will sooner or later become their rivals for positions, and exposing one's trump cards before the enemy is obviously foolish—how could our Divine Sword Peak do such a foolish thing?

Now that only our own people remain, we can naturally reveal a bit more, so many disciples' combat power has increased out of nowhere.

"Holy shit, you're really sneaky; during the previous big battle, your Seven Kill Sword Technique wasn't only at minor accomplishment, was it?"

"You have the nerve to say that about me? How come your perfected Rising Sun Sword Technique is what it is?"