Chapter 164: A Single Sword Strike Slays the Flood Dragon, Suppressing the Wind and Waves

Half an hour later, after enjoying a spectacular show of a shapeshifted Demon Beast undergoing a lightning tribulation, Yan Taibai's face was full of smiles.

At this moment, three figures also rushed toward this side: one streak of golden light and a mass of red mist.

Within the golden light was an elderly Daoist with the bearing of an immortal, a precious saber strapped to his back, a horsetail whisk in his hand, and a golden, radiant Eight-Trigrams Daoist robe; he was currently staring at the Poison Flood Dragon and the giant turtle with fiery, greedy eyes. Not far from him, within the red mist, was a pair of middle-aged twins.

With zombie-like iron-blue complexions and dazzling, fiery-red robes, they were identical in every way, the only difference being that one carried a massive red gourd on his back, while the other held a ghost-headed staff over a zhang tall!

Although the two were only Golden Core Late Stage cultivators, they showed not the slightest fear when facing the Poison Flood Dragon, the giant turtle, and the Nascent Soul Early Stage old Daoist.

Clearly, they were quite famous among those at the Golden Core Late Stage, and neither side had discovered Yan Taibai.

"I didn't expect the two Fellow Daoists Huo to come as well. This old Daoist greets you."

The old Daoist smiled without mirth, his eyes showing a hint of wariness.

"So it is Senior Jinxia; we brothers greet you."

The two middle-aged twin men cupped their hands in salute. They showed surprisingly little wariness toward this Nascent Soul cultivator.

Clearly, they were also formidable figures who possessed the means to deal with Nascent Soul Early Stage powers.

"Have you finished your nonsense? You humans are always so long-winded. It is still not too late to leave now; otherwise, you will just end up as blood food for this King. This King has yet to taste the Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator; this time, it should at least save this King over a hundred years of bitter cultivation."

The Poison Flood Dragon's voice was somewhat hoarse and stiff, clearly having just learned to speak.

"You monster, you actually want to swallow this old Daoist's Nascent Soul? It just so happens that this old Daoist is also extremely interested in your level-eight Demon Core. Although you have only just shapeshifted, it will suffice."

"Two Fellow Daoists Huo, let us join forces to finish off these two monsters together. As for the Demon Core, this old Daoist wants the one from this monster, how about that?"

The old Daoist Jinxia proposed to the Huo brothers.

"Very well, we shall listen to you, Senior."

Hearing this, the Huo brothers looked at each other and nodded.

……

Seeing this scene, Yan Taibai still had no intention of revealing himself; instead, he watched everything coldly, observing the near-suicidal behavior of the old Daoist Jinxia and the Huo brothers.

Facts proved that, just as he had anticipated, it took only half an hour for a fierce battle to unfold.

The old Daoist Jinxia self-detonated his physical body to escape with his Nascent Soul, while the Huo brothers were taken by the Poison Flood Dragon and the giant turtle, one each, their Golden Cores and flesh entirely devoured.

"The Golden Cores of these high-level human cultivators are quite good, though it is a pity they are still inferior to a Nascent Soul; otherwise, our brothers could have saved at least a hundred years of bitter cultivation."

The Poison Flood Dragon licked his mouth, which was covered in glaring bloodstains, and laughed.

"Indeed! However, to think that we would have humans seeking death just after we shapeshifted—truly not bad. What fools, to actually think that this bit of strength could kill our brothers; ignorant fools."

The large man who had transformed from the giant turtle also laughed mockingly.

"Sigh, you've already eaten them, yet you still curse them like that—isn't that a bit unseemly?"

Suddenly, before the Poison Flood Dragon could answer, a sigh rang out.

"Who? Get out here!"

Hearing the voice, the Poison Flood Dragon's expression changed in shock, and he flew into a rage. With a wave of his arm, a heaven-toppling giant wave transformed into a tornado and whistled toward the source of the sound.

"Boom!" With a thunderous sound, the tornado formed by the heaven-toppling wave crashed directly into a light barrier that seemed to be cast from pure gold.

The light barrier was brilliant and radiant, exceptionally dazzling above the sea surface, making it impossible for one to look away, yet too intense to look at directly.

And upon the golden light barrier stood a figure—a tall, upright, and extraordinary figure.

"Another Nascent Soul cultivator here to throw his life away; you humans really are a bunch of fools."

The large man with the turtle shell stared at Yan Taibai on the golden light barrier with his massive eyes, unable to help but sneer mockingly.

"Brother Wu, be careful; this person is definitely not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Hearing this, the Poison Flood Dragon, who was also staring at Yan Taibai, spoke in a deep, grave voice instead.

The bloodline of the Flood Dragon Clan within his body was telling him:

"Run."

"Run quickly!"

"Flee for your life!"

Although he trusted the bloodline of the Flood Dragon Clan immensely, the pride of the Flood Dragon Clan did not allow him to flee before a human cultivator of the same rank, especially when he had just severely wounded a human Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Finally, one of you is smart. In exchange for you being so smart, I will give you a chance now: seize it, and you may live; fail to seize it, and you will surely die!"

Seeing this, Yan Taibai chuckled, a hint of approval appearing on his face, yet he spoke words that made the Poison Flood Dragon explode with rage.

However, the Flood Dragon bloodline within the Poison Flood Dragon forced him to calm down, and he said viciously:

"Speak."

"Tell me the location of your elder, the Golden Flood Dragon King's cave dwelling; I need to borrow his Demon Core."

The calm words made the Poison Flood Dragon's hair stand on end and his spine turn cold, yet he laughed out of extreme anger.

"Good, good, good! Do you know that even the Heavenly Star Sages of the Inner Star Sea would not dare to say such things?"

"They may not dare to say it, but that does not mean I do not. As long as you confess truthfully, I can spare your life. I hope you are smart enough."

Yan Taibai nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.

"Bluffing! A human Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator actually wanting Senior Golden Flood Dragon King's Demon Core—truly seeking death. You humans really are a bunch of fools."

The large man with the turtle shell sneered, his face full of mockery.

Before his voice had even faded, a brilliant Golden Sword Qi erupted from the golden light barrier beneath Yan Taibai's feet, heading straight for the large man with the turtle shell.

With a "shoo" sound of piercing air, once it vanished, the large man with the turtle shell's entire head turned into a blood mist with a "bang," and his tall, mountain-like body collapsed with a crash; the only things that survived were his Demon Soul and Demon Core.

Wrapped in a mass of golden light, they shot out from the blood mist and landed in Yan Taibai's hand.

Then, a powerful divine sense surged directly into the Demon Soul of the large man with the turtle shell.

Instantly, a painful roar echoed through the heavens; this scene terrified the Poison Flood Dragon, making his hair stand on end, and he fled for his life without the slightest hesitation.

He was not an idiot; how could he not understand that Yan Taibai was someone he could not afford to provoke? Fleeing for his life was the most important thing.

At the same time, he used the secret technique of the Flood Dragon Clan to notify the Golden Flood Dragon King, telling him to be careful, as a powerful enemy had appeared.

After all, the memory of the man with the tortoise shell also contained the location of the Golden Flood Dragon King's cave dwelling.

This concerned him; the two were good friends, so naturally, they had to pay respects to their elders, and the Golden Flood Dragon King was the most important elder, so they had visited more than once and had even obtained quite a few benefits.

At the same time, the Poisonous Flood Dragon was already deeply convinced by what Yan Taibai had just said.

Because even the Golden Flood Dragon King could not kill the man with the tortoise shell in a single move; this was an eighth-level Transformation Stage Demon Beast.

Not to mention, it was a member of the Profound Turtle Clan, whose defensive power even surpassed that of their Flood Dragon Clan.

Yet, a Transformation Stage Demon Beast like this had been killed in a single move by Yan Taibai.

Just when the Poisonous Flood Dragon thought that since Yan Taibai had learned the location of the Golden Flood Dragon King's cave dwelling, he would also escape with his life and would not continue to hunt him down.

A brilliant, dazzling golden light had already passed directly over him and appeared in front.

The golden rainbow of light was none other than the smiling Yan Taibai.

"There has never been a Demon Beast or cultivator I wanted to kill that I couldn't. However, considering that I have already learned the whereabouts of your uncle, the Golden Flood Dragon King's cave dwelling, as long as you are willing to take me there voluntarily, I can accept you as a Spirit Beast and spare your life. How about that?"

"Wishful thinking! Even if I self-destruct my Demon Core and Demon Soul, I won't let you have your way."

The Poisonous Flood Dragon transformed into his true form and roared with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart.

"Then it seems you want to sit and wait for death yourself. Fine! Then suit yourself! Hurry up, I'm in a rush to find your uncle, the Golden Flood Dragon King. I presume you wouldn't want him to wait too long, right? It just so happens that you can keep him company then? No, that's not right, you can't; you will self-destruct your Demon Soul, and his Demon Soul will inevitably be collected by me. In that case, you really can't accompany him to hell! It's truly a pity that you two uncle and nephew demons won't even be able to keep each other company."

Upon hearing this, Yan Taibai mocked him with sarcastic, biting words.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

After hearing Yan Taibai's sarcasm, the Poisonous Flood Dragon let out a long howl toward the sky, then twisted his massive body and flew toward Yan Taibai, his entire body surging with blood-red light, murderous intent, and the aura of destruction spreading out, a posture of being ready to die that made one feel terrified.

But for Yan Taibai, it had absolutely no effect; he used his finger as a sword and slashed horizontally. Immediately, a long rainbow of Golden Sword Qi erupted from his fingertip and headed straight for the Poisonous Flood Dragon.

The speed was so fast that it arrived in an instant.

"Rip!"

"Crack!"

In an instant, the Poisonous Flood Dragon, who had been full of murderous intent and ready to die, was split in two by Yan Taibai's long rainbow of Golden Sword Qi, and a rain of blood poured down onto the sea surface, turning the sea for over a dozen miles into a strange, dark red color.

If it weren't for the Transformation tribulation lightning, there would have long been no other Demon Beasts or sea beasts for a thousand miles around.

The deadly poison in the Poisonous Flood Dragon's blood alone was enough to cause heavy losses to Demon Beasts and sea beasts within a hundred miles.

After all, "poison" does not distinguish between friend or foe, kin or stranger.

And for Yan Taibai, killing two Transformation Stage Demon Beasts in a row was extremely relaxed and easy, without the slightest effort.

After collecting the Demon Souls, Demon Cores, materials on their bodies, and Storage Bags of the Poisonous Flood Dragon and the Profound Turtle, the two Transformation Stage Demon Beasts, Yan Taibai headed toward another sea area.

There was another Transformation Stage Demon Beast there, the ninth-level Demon Beast, the Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi.

This was a fine Demon Beast; he had looked for a long time last time and hadn't found it, but this time he had finally found it.

He had the Profound Turtle to thank for this, that kind-hearted turtle.

This was on a small island, at a pitch-black cave entrance hidden by several giant rocks, measuring several feet in size.

Facing this cave entrance, Yan Taibai did not hesitate much before entering it.

This cave was incomparably deep, and the further down it went, the more humid it became, but for Yan Taibai, this had no effect at all.

Before long, he arrived at a corner, and after passing the corner, what came into view was a natural, enormous cavern.

It was over a hundred feet wide and over ten feet high. The stone walls and the ceiling of the cave shimmered with a faint green light, and in the middle was a turquoise water pool, steaming with heat. Around the pool grew some strange plants.

These were the companion demon herbs found next to the cave of an eighth-level Demon Beast, but for Yan Taibai, they were of no use anymore.

Yan Taibai's gaze was on the water pool; he then took a Water-Avoiding Pearl from his Storage Bag, held it in his hand, and jumped directly into the water pool.

In the water pool, there was only a type of white, strange fish the size of a palm; as for other sea beasts, seaweed, or the like, there were none at all.

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Taibai arrived at a huge black stone gate; white light flickered on the stone gate, clearly protected by a Restriction.

But this bit of Restriction was nothing to Yan Taibai; he just raised his hand and slashed, tearing open a gap directly, and then he entered it with ease.

This was the nest of the ninth-level Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi; although it was a nest, the decorations inside were quite good.

The hall was extremely gorgeous, decorated with various types of coral.

In the center of the hall stood a snow-white, crystalline jade table, along with several chairs also carved from beautiful jade.

In the four corners, there was an antique-style small tripod, each with a black incense candle the thickness of a finger inserted, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance.

Seeing this, Yan Taibai smiled slightly, walked to the table and chairs, and sat directly on one of the chairs.

Subsequently, a slender figure appeared in the hall, staring with an extremely ugly expression at Yan Taibai, this uninvited guest.

The newcomer had his hair tied with a silver crown and wore hemp shoes; except for his small, turquoise eyes and a horny, pointed nose, the rest of him was exactly the same as a human man.

It was the ninth-level Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi.

"Fellow Daoist actually dares to break directly into Feng's cave; aren't you afraid you'll never be able to leave?"

The ninth-level Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi sat down opposite Yan Taibai and questioned him coldly.

He felt immense wariness in his heart toward Yan Taibai, who had broken directly into his cave dwelling.

He wanted to attack directly, but he also knew that any sneak attack would have no effect on Yan Taibai, so it was better to just ask.

Facing the inquiry from the ninth-level Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi before him, Yan Taibai did not answer directly, but only smiled slightly and took two things out of his Storage Bag.

A blood-red Flood Dragon scale and a piece of a tortoise shell.

At this moment, the ninth-level Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi's pupils constricted, staring fixedly at the scale and the tortoise shell, his narrow, long eyes almost turning blood-red.

"I presume Fellow Daoist recognizes them, so you should understand the purpose of my visit. As for keeping me here, Fellow Daoist, do you have the strength? If you don't believe me, feel free to attack; I guarantee you will die without a doubt."

Yan Taibai smiled and put both items away again.

"Who exactly are you? When did such a person appear among the human race of the Inner Star Sea?"

After coming to his senses, the ninth-level Wind-Splitting Beast Feng Xi questioned him coldly.

"Hehe, I am Yan Taibai. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Feng Xi has heard of me."

Yan Taibai chuckled and introduced himself.

"Feng has been in seclusion all these years and has not heard of your name, fellow Daoist. However, you have killed two of our Demon Beast kin at the Transformation Stage, and they were from the Flood Dragon and Black Tortoise clans at that. Are you not worried, fellow Daoist, that you will be unable to leave this sea region? To think you would even dare to set your sights on Feng."

The level nine Gale Beast Feng Xi said, his heart filled with wariness.

"A level nine Demon Beast! I wonder how many fellow Daoists would be tempted; Yan is naturally no exception."

(End of this chapter)