Chapter 379: The Dragon-Transforming Strike

Seeing Yu Liancheng merely use his fist to meet the Western saber, Heilong Siling let out a cold snort; his True Qi surged, his saber momentum became even more ferocious, and the blade light grew even swifter.

Bang!!

Fist and saber collided.

The fist seemed to be wrapped in an invisible force, and the Western saber could not harm it in the slightest.

Instead, Heilong Siling was struck by a vast and mighty force coming from the blade, and he could not help but take a few steps back, crushing the hard floor and leaving inch-deep footprints.

"So strong!"

A sense of dread arose in Heilong Siling's heart; he had prided himself on having a thorough understanding of Yu Liancheng's martial arts cultivation, but at this moment, he was still incredibly shocked.

Yet his reaction was not slow at all.

Swish!

The blade light coiled.

Heilong Siling stepped forward once more, layers of blade light spreading out in its wake, with blade Qi sweeping across in all directions. His figure also twisted and spun, instantly appearing to manifest over a dozen phantom images, launching attacks from all sides. No one would have guessed that this burly Heilong Siling could be so agile and swift.

Yu Liancheng retreated instead of advancing, his five fingers grasping at the air; his fingers were like sharp swords, wreathed in a fierce and terrifying aura, constantly changing in mid-air to slice through the blade light, strand by strand.

Pop, pop, pop!

The net of heaven and earth formed by the blade light collapsed in succession.

A slender palm, as if traveling from above the nine heavens, suddenly grasped toward Heilong Siling's neck, the air itself being sliced open.

Heilong Siling's hair stood on end instantly.

The power of that grasp could crush gold and shatter stone; once it made contact with a vulnerable part like his neck, he feared all his vitality would be severed in an instant.

Under this life-and-death crisis, Heilong Siling let out a roar and spun his body sharply.

Originally, he was in mid-air with nowhere to leverage, but this spin not only generated a force out of thin air to dodge Yu Liancheng's grasp, but also allowed him to follow through with a saber strike, the blade sounding like a dragon's roar as it struck toward Yu Liancheng's neck.

Clang!

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, neutralizing this tricky and vicious saber strike.

Heilong Siling let out another low shout, swinging his saber in a wild frenzy, instantly hacking out nine strikes in succession, each one possessing the force of a thousand jun and carrying the sound of a dragon's roar.

It appeared chaotic and disorganized, but in reality, it formed layers of saber momentum, shrouding Yu Liancheng's front, back, and sides like a storm-tossed cloak; this was precisely the "Nine Dragons Devouring the Moon" from the Mad Dragon Saber Technique.

The saber momentum opened and closed, divided into nine paths, like nine ferocious, mad dragons hissing and roaring, opening their bloody maws to swallow Yu Liancheng in the center.

Bang!

Yu Liancheng threw a punch, transforming it into nine streams of force that shattered the saber momentum completely.

No matter how Heilong Siling's saber technique changed, Yu Liancheng was like a rock; regardless of how the wind and waves raged, he remained standing tall and unmoved, and that violent saber momentum could not shake his figure.

Heilong Siling frowned deeply, his military uniform billowing, his expression majestic like an unrivaled overlord. He danced the Western saber wildly, and the violent, surging blade Qi poured down, intending to drown Yu Liancheng within it.

"The saber technique is not bad, but that is all it is."

Yu Liancheng shook his head, waving his hand casually to block the blade Qi; his moves were continuous like flowing clouds and water, his actions leisurely and elegant.

This Heilong Siling was certainly worthy of being called an expert, but compared to his reputation as the number one expert of the Western underworld, he was somewhat weak.

This caused a trace of doubt to arise in Yu Liancheng.

Among the experts he had encountered in this world, Rakshasa Sect Leader Xicheng Yong was undoubtedly the strongest.

With Xicheng Yong's strength and means, he could completely carry out a decapitation strike to finish off Heilong Siling and slowly devour the Heilong Association, so why he did not do so was truly puzzling.

Boom!

Yu Liancheng threw another punch, the fist like a mountain, blotting out the sky and sun.

The blade light shattered, and Heilong Siling was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

"Alright, it's time to send you on your way." Yu Liancheng stepped slowly toward Heilong Siling; regardless of anything else, he would kill his opponent first.

He had already heard footsteps; he figured the sound of their fight had alerted others, and he needed to finish off Heilong Siling quickly, otherwise, trouble would be unavoidable.

"Want to kill me? You're still far from it." Heilong Siling bared his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and forced his inner cultivation, pouring all his aura into the long saber.

He knew his subordinates would arrive soon; he only needed to delay for a moment.

But he also knew that under the opponent's aura lock, if he tried to flee or defend passively, he would likely die even faster.

Now, only by fighting to the death and using the final move of the Mad Dragon Saber Technique could he carve out a path to survival.

"Die!!"

Facing the approaching Yu Liancheng, Heilong Siling roared loudly, took a step forward, and slashed the Western saber through the air. The blade light tore through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.

Amidst the brilliant and violent blade light, Heilong Siling's person had vanished, as if he had merged into the blade light itself.

The blade light twisted and deformed, actually transforming into a True Dragon that tore through the clouds and mist, drawing down thunder and lightning, exerting an endless, crushing pressure.

The blade-Qi True Dragon raised its head and roared, its entire body glowing with brilliant Jinguang, as it dove toward Yu Liancheng.

Wherever the long dragon of blade Qi passed, it brought a violent surge of force, and the ground shattered with a boom, as if cut into fragments by countless sharp blades.

"Only this strike is worth looking at."

Yu Liancheng felt a mountain-toppling, sea-draining pressure of blade Qi bearing down on him, yet he did not care in the slightest. He kept his left hand behind his back and slapped his right hand toward the ground out of thin air.

The entire ground seemed to tremble, as if an earth dragon were rolling and sweeping through it.

As Yu Liancheng waved his right hand forward, amidst a thunderous roar, countless floor tiles flew up into the air, gathering and condensing to transform into a stone dragon, charging toward the long dragon of blade Qi.

Rumble!!

How could the stone dragon formed of bricks and floor tiles withstand the long dragon of blade Qi? As the blade Qi surged, it ground everything into dust, scattering them in all directions.

But the long dragon of blade Qi also gradually dimmed, its power significantly worn down.

The moment the stone dragon completely exploded, a fist flew out from the swirling dust and smoke, crashing into the long dragon of blade Qi; True Qi exploded continuously, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, and the massive force vented in all directions, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The force of this punch was vast and ferocious; the blade light gradually collapsed, the golden dragon let out a desperate wail, the fist pierced through the entire golden dragon, the Western saber shattered with a bang, and the fist finally slammed into Heilong Siling's chest.

"You... you will die, they... they will not let you go." Heilong Siling was on his last breath, half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with intense unwillingness.

"I have heard such nonsense too many times, and I have killed too many experts like you."

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, and a burst of energy struck Heilong Siling's forehead, piercing through it and ending his sinful life.

……

Before long, the high-ranking members of the Heilong Society arrived in full, and upon seeing the scene before them, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a tailored suit hesitated and asked, "You... you are Yu Liancheng!? Did you kill the Siling?"

"No, no, no, Heilong Siling has simply returned to his hometown. To show his gratitude for me sending him on his way, he has ceded the position of Heilong Siling to me. Do you have any problems with that?" Yu Liancheng said with a smile.