Chapter 485: Destroying the God-Man, Slashing the True Dragon

A sudden change arose.

"Ang."

With a dragon's roar, a glimmer of greed flashed in the golden pupils of the True Dragon of Northern Mang; carrying the sky full of wind and thunder, it twisted and changed, pouncing toward Yu Liancheng.

To the True Dragon of Northern Mang, Yu Liancheng was not only an enemy of Northern Mang but also bore immense Luck.

Once it swallowed him, the benefits would be boundless, so it naturally refused to let go of this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

Yet, although Yu Liancheng had ascended to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, he had suffered heavy injuries and his strength was less than one percent of its peak; how could he possibly handle the all-out pounce of a True Dragon!?

"You wicked beast, how dare you!?"

A cold, delicate shout rang out, and Liuzhu Bodhisattva was seen stepping through the air with bare feet, her white robes fluttering as she blocked the path of the True Dragon of Northern Mang.

Her slender, fair hands were pressed together, her expression holy and dignified, while Qi gathered behind her.

Hum, hum, hum!! Amidst the trembling of the void, three enormous Faxiang, each over a hundred feet tall, appeared behind the white-robed Guanyin: they were the Faxiang of Master Guanzizai, the Faxiang of Master Lotus King, and the Faxiang of the Wrathful Vajra.

"Ang!" The True Dragon of Northern Mang roared again, opening its hideous maw filled with sharp teeth to spit out a bolt of purple lightning, blasting toward the white-robed Guanyin.

The white-robed Guanyin dared not underestimate it; her slender, fair palms moved incessantly, forming seals with complex speed. Behind her, the three Faxiang simultaneously manifested their divine abilities, displaying the true strength of this female Dharma King of Lantuo Mountain.

Among them, the Faxiang of Master Guanzizai waved a willow branch, scattering drops of dew that were crystal clear, appearing as mere water beads. But when the drops landed on the True Dragon of Northern Mang, each one felt as heavy as ten thousand catties, pressing down like a mountain, instantly causing it to roar as its dragon body sank continuously.

The Faxiang of Master Lotus King also formed seals, and a lotus flower bloomed in the void, followed by two, three, and then countless more. The lotus flowers were layered and complex, beautiful to the extreme, filling the void in the blink of an eye.

Every time the purple lightning struck a lotus flower, its power was weakened by a fraction, until it finally vanished into nothingness.

The eyes of the Faxiang of the Wrathful Vajra burned with flames that seemed capable of incinerating all evil in the world, and its muscular hands reached out, actually attempting to seize the dragon with bare hands.

The True Dragon of Northern Mang swept its tail, knocking away the large hands, its entire body erupting with thunderous light as it tangled with the three Faxiang.

Regardless of whether the True Dragon of Northern Mang could defeat the white-robed Guanyin, it was absolutely impossible for it to break through her defense in the short term, so there was no need to worry.

As for those few ethereal figures, they made no move, merely looking down upon the human world as if they purely wished to be bystanders.

Yu Liancheng breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued to tend to his injuries.

The destructive power of the purple lightning was truly too strong; even with his recovery ability, he could not return to normal in a short time. The most urgent matter now was to drive out the residual force of the purple lightning.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

His Luck was flowing away.

Amidst the continuous bombardment of the Thunder Tribulation, his Luck had loosened and leaked slightly, but there were no signs of it collapsing.

Yet just now, his Luck had suddenly poured out in a torrent. It was as if a crumbling dam had suddenly seen the river water surge forth.

This surging was highly unnatural; it was not because the accumulated water was too much and overflowed, nor was it because the dam had suddenly collapsed, causing the river to flood.

It was more like someone was opportunistically taking advantage of the dam being loose and unguarded to directly pump the water out.

Yu Liancheng's mind stirred, and he looked up toward the few ethereal figures on the horizon.

A sharp light exploded in his eyes, and he could vaguely see a line between heaven and earth, connecting him to the sky, sending his Luck upward in a continuous stream.

Is this the method of a God?

No, this is more like a group of thieves, taking advantage of the owner being injured to steal without any scruples.

But this owner was not without the power to fight back.

Yu Liancheng looked up at those ethereal figures and sneered, "I don't care if you are Gods or thieves; you had better stop now, otherwise I don't mind killing a few Gods."

His tone carried mockery and was filled with intense killing intent.

After a moment, a grand and ethereal voice slowly drifted down from the sky: "Murong Tonghuang, the Great Qin Luck on your body was obtained from Northern Mang; it should rightfully belong to Northern Mang. Now it is merely returning to its original owner, so how can you speak of theft?"

"Heh, although you are the number one in the human world, you are merely the number one in the human world. Not to mention that you are now heavily injured and dying, even in your prime, what would it matter?"

"I advise you to behave yourself. Although we cannot interfere with the affairs of the mortal world at will and break the rules, if we are dealing with a fellow like you who ignores the rules, I believe many fellow Daoists would be happy to see it happen."

One ethereal voice after another rang out, some sneering, some disdainful, some threatening...

Liuzhu Bodhisattva and the True Dragon of Northern Mang were fighting intensely and could not offer Yu Liancheng a helping hand, so she merely cast an anxious glance at him.

The meaning was simple: Luck can be gathered again if it dissipates, but for now, life is more important; there is no need to make powerful enemies.

Yu Liancheng ignored her and just sneered, "Heh, bullshit Gods, you are nothing but bullies who fear the strong and pick on the weak. If I were in my prime, would you dare to make a move? I would beat you like dogs."

Such blunt words naturally infuriated the Gods in the sky even more.

A cold snort exploded in Yu Liancheng's ears like a thunderclap, causing his already steady Qi to become chaotic once again, and a taste of blood involuntarily rose in his throat.

At the same time, dark clouds gathered in the sky once more, with thunder flickering within them. The "line" that was siphoning his Luck began to move even faster.

"I will warn you one last time: do not court death!"

Yu Liancheng said calmly.

The only answer he received was a bolt of lightning crashing down.

How could the high and mighty Gods care about the thoughts of a mere mortal?

If you provoke a God, a heavenly thunder will strike down, letting that mortal know what it means for the might of heaven to be unfathomable.

It was just that this mortal had only just witnessed the true might of the Heavenly Tribulation.

This lightning was nothing but a minor nuisance, yet it thoroughly enraged him.

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, I will finish you few pieces of trash today."

Yu Liancheng's expression grew colder. He opened his palm, and a gourd appeared in it; a grand resonance could be heard faintly from within the gourd.

Uncorking the gourd, golden liquid swayed inside, filled with immense Qi; it was the Saint's Blood he had previously obtained from the monk Longshu.

As the only Buddhist Saint in the present age, the blood of the monk Longshu was extraordinary. In the original path, it not only helped Xu Fengnian recover from his injuries but also assisted him in achieving the Great Vajra Realm.

After many days of researching the Saint's Blood, Yu Liancheng was only one opportunity away from the Buddhist Great Vajra Realm.

Now, having fully fathomed the mysteries within the Saint's Blood, it had no more research value, and this was the moment to let it serve its final purpose.

Yu Liancheng guided it with his finger, and his divine sense poured into it; instantly, a surge of golden vitality was stripped from the Saint's Blood. The Saint's Blood then quickly faded from its golden hue, transforming into ordinary blood.

That surge of vitality poured into Yu Liancheng's body, driving out the power of the thunder and rapidly helping him recover from his injuries.

"Not enough, still far from enough."

Although the vitality within the holy blood was immense, there was only this small gourd of it; it was impossible to both expel the purple lightning and recover from injuries at the same time.

Feeling the constant draining of his Luck, Yu Liancheng's gaze flickered slightly, and he decided to reveal his final trump card.

As his thoughts shifted, Yu Liancheng's divine sense surged, and a Stone Gate appeared, booming open to reveal streams of pure, vigorous True Qi.

That True Qi originated from the same source as Yu Liancheng's, without the slightest discord, as if it had originally come from another body of his.

Moreover, this power was continuous and vigorous to an incredible degree; it seemed that as long as he wished, it could be transmitted over without end.

In an instant, the power of the purple lightning was expelled, and the immense vitality poured in, healing his injuries at a staggering speed; flesh and blood regenerated, and his energy returned to its peak state in the blink of an eye.

Yu Liancheng stood up and stretched his limbs; his bones rattled, and he felt wonderful.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

He looked up at the sky and grinned. Boom! A massive surge of energy shot into the clouds, scattering them, and a full moon cast down its light.

Several ethereal figures blurred, seemingly very surprised that Yu Liancheng could recover to his peak so quickly.

A moment later, Yu Liancheng felt that "thread" leave his body, and the True Qi that had been stolen was also sent back.

An expert capable of resisting the purple Thunder Tribulation dragon head-on was not someone this group of immortals could handle, so after a brief discussion, they decided that peace was the best policy.

It was like a thief breaking into a house to steal, only to be discovered by a strong and sturdy owner; unable to fight or run, they could only offer a sheepish smile and put down the stolen goods one by one to show their sincerity.

Yu Liancheng stretched his arm, grabbed at the empty air with his left hand to seize that invisible "thread," and then grinned, revealing a smile brimming with murderous intent: "Want to leave now? It's too late."

He pulled hard.

Inside the Heavenly Gate, a figure fell out with a scream.

The immortal had become a Transcendent Immortal.

Gone was the previous ethereal composure; they were in a sorry state.

In that sorry state, there was even a trace of fear.

"Take one punch from me; if you don't die, I'll let you go."

Yu Liancheng sneered and soared through the air; the moment his figure crossed paths with that Transcendent Immortal, he threw a punch.

The Transcendent Immortal felt a surge of murderous intent rushing toward them; unable to dodge or resist in time, they could only watch helplessly as the fist grew larger and larger before their eyes.

It was as large as a house, as large as a mountain, and finally, it filled their entire field of vision.

Bang!!

The force of the punch surged forth.

A bloody hole had been torn through the Transcendent Immortal's chest, and they flew backward with a boom, their breath extinguished.

The Transcendent Immortal had become a corpse.

These so-called high and mighty immortals, when they truly fought, were not necessarily better than mortal martial artists, let alone a transcendent martial artist like Yu Liancheng.

Immediately, Yu Liancheng turned his body and flew toward the location of the Heavenly Gate.

His skin radiated a lustrous jade light, his long hair flew in the wind, and he appeared even more ethereal than the so-called immortals; that immortal aura seemed as if it were about to overflow.

"Greetings, everyone."

Yu Liancheng crashed into the Heavenly Gate, looking at the several immortals before him with a mocking sneer: "The rules are the same as the previous one; take one punch from me, and you won't have to die. We'll call it even."

Those few immortals glanced at each other and attacked Yu Liancheng simultaneously.

"Hey, no need to rush; come one by one."

Yu Liancheng rotated his fingers and clenched his fist; his fist was like the high heavens, his fist was like a Divine Mountain.

Boom!

Boom!!

Boom!!!

On this day, immortals fell at the border between Beimang and Beiliang.

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The Beimang True Dragon opened its mouth and spat; a bolt of purple lightning struck the Wrathful Vajra Faxiang ten feet away, piercing through its chest and causing it to stagger backward, its form becoming nearly illusory.

The dragon tail swung, whipping up an overwhelming hurricane that neutralized the attacks of the Master Guanzizai Faxiang and the Master Lotus King Faxiang.

After blasting through the three Faxiang of the White-Robed Guanyin, the Beimang True Dragon did not press the attack but turned its head and flew in the opposite direction amidst the sound of wind and thunder.

It had seen the scene of Yu Liancheng killing the Transcendent Immortal with one punch, and it had also seen the sight of the other party entering the Heavenly Gate and immortals being struck down to the mortal world one after another.

Its heart and courage were shattered.

If it didn't flee now, when would it?

The Beimang True Dragon had just flown two or three hundred feet when the dim night fell, and a figure was already standing in the void ten feet in front of it.

The gale blew, and the black clothes rustled.

That black figure stood in mid-air, almost blending into the night.

His appearance was beautiful to the point of being demonic, and his body, which did not appear particularly large, gave one the feeling of being as majestic as a God or Demon, as if he could support the firmament at any moment.

"Taking advantage of me and then leaving? There's no such good thing." Yu Liancheng chuckled, his ink-black pupils looking at the Beimang True Dragon.

For some reason, the moment it was looked at by those eyes, the Beimang True Dragon inexplicably felt an emotion called fear.

It raised its head, opened its blood-red maw, and filled with purple lightning, spat out a huge thunderball that smashed toward Yu Liancheng with a boom.

Without even looking to see if the thunderball would work, the Beimang True Dragon decisively chose another direction to flee.

It harnessed a vague and ethereal energy, its body rapidly shrinking until it became an inconspicuous existence, and it shifted at will between reality and illusion, either existing in reality or located in the void, flying away with incredible speed.

In an instant, it was already a hundred feet away.

Flying at this speed, why worry about being caught by that person?

"Oh? You actually have such a divine ability; you are indeed worthy of being a Heavenly Dragon. I admire you a little."

A clear and ethereal voice rang out, carrying a playful tone: "How about it? Do you have any intention of pledging loyalty to me? If you do, I won't slaughter you. Such a heaven-sent opportunity doesn't come around often."

The Northern Mang True Dragon's golden pupils turned slightly, and it saw that black figure at its side, also moving forward in a transcendent posture unimaginable to ordinary people.

The Northern Mang True Dragon let out a low roar; thunder and lightning surged, wind and rain followed, and its speed of escape became startlingly faster, so much so that even a top-tier First-Rank Expert like Liuzhu Bodhisattva would find it hard to track with her eyes.

It was only by consuming its own vast and boundless Luck that it could move at such a speed.

After a moment, it thought it should be able to shake off the opponent by now, but when it turned its head to look, it once again saw a handsome profile.

Yu Liancheng turned his head and smiled slightly at it: "How about it, have you considered it? Do you want to jump ship?! This is the last chance; I won't wait forever."

Knowing it could not shake off the opponent, the Northern Mang True Dragon roared, deciding to strike first. Its body suddenly grew, returning to a length of over a hundred zhang.

It thrust out a dragon claw, carrying the wind and thunder of the heavens, and grabbed toward Yu Liancheng.

This grab covered all directions, exerting force across the entire cycle, sealing off the ten-zhang space where Yu Liancheng was located; fearing not at all that he might escape, it crashed down.

However, this sure-fire grab missed.

When the dragon claw reached Yu Liancheng, it only grabbed an afterimage.

And the next moment, Yu Liancheng appeared atop the Northern Mang True Dragon's massive head.

"Heh, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" Yu Liancheng chuckled, his Qi and Blood erupting like wolf smoke shooting into the sky, staining the night curtain a shade of blood red.

He stomped heavily onto the dragon's head.

Bang!

The force of the Qi exploded.

The Northern Mang True Dragon felt as if its head had been smashed hard by a Divine Mountain weighing billions of jun; dizzy and reeling, its massive, hundred-zhang dragon body plummeted from the sky.

Boom!!

Rocks shattered, the earth cracked, hills were leveled, and soil was churned up to a height of several dozen zhang like a terrifying wave.

The Northern Mang True Dragon was in excruciating pain all over, its bones feeling as if they were about to snap; its body had shrunk a size compared to before, but it remained a behemoth, quite impressive.

The True Dragon saw stars, shook its head, and reached out a dragon claw to grab fiercely at its own head.

This grab actually connected, and it felt a surge of joy; it brought the claw before its eyes to look, and sure enough, it was that guy.

However, before it could crush this detestable fellow into meat paste, it felt waves of immense force and pain coming from its palm.

It saw Yu Liancheng pushing away the dragon claws one by one; he seemed to use a bit too much strength when pushing, snapping the bones of the dragon claw and causing a series of crisp cracks.

Then Yu Liancheng grabbed the dragon claw, swung it with both hands, and actually lifted the giant dragon heavily, tracing an arc in the air before smashing it hard into the ground once more.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Like an old beggar thrashing a dead snake, Yu Liancheng swung the Northern Mang True Dragon, slamming it back and forth. The ground for a hundred zhang around was shattered, as if it had been bombarded by thousands of missiles.

And with every swing and smash, the Northern Mang True Dragon's size grew smaller.

After repeating this dozens of times, the True Dragon was only ten-odd zhang in length, covered in wounds, with scales falling to the ground, though they quickly turned into green smoke and vanished.

"How should I deal with this guy?" Looking at the unconscious Northern Mang True Dragon, Yu Liancheng rubbed his chin, a look of contemplation appearing on his face.

"What terrifying power this is."

Even the White-Robed Guanyin, who had fully recognized the strength of Murong Tonghuang during this battle, could not help but exclaim in wonder at this moment; she drifted down and parted her red lips slightly.

"A dragon can be giant or minute, can be hidden or manifest; the severity of its injuries is seen only in the changes to its physical size. The more severely wounded it is, the more its body shrinks. As for whether it dies, that depends on whether it spits out its Dragon Pearl—condensed from its lifelong essence—before death, to lie dormant in the abyss awaiting its next reincarnation."

"Otherwise, even if its head is severed, it can still return from the dead. This True Dragon currently appears severely wounded, but it still maintains a size of over ten zhang; it seems its foundation has not been damaged."

Yu Liancheng asked: "If one wishes to subdue a True Dragon, how should it be done?"

"Difficult!" Liuzhu Bodhisattva shook her head, her expression indifferent on her beautiful face: "A True Dragon that conforms to the Dao of Heaven has its own pride; it is unlikely to submit. Even if it submits, it is only temporary, and it may rebel at any time."

"In that case, then let it die!"

The calm tone was filled with icy killing intent.

A pair of golden dragon eyes suddenly opened, carrying a clear look of terror.

It turned out this guy hadn't fainted at all; it had been secretly recovering its injuries, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

"Take my Rising Dragon Fist."

Yu Liancheng threw an uppercut, blasting toward the Northern Mang True Dragon.

The speed of the fist was not fast; in the eyes of the True Dragon, it was even incredibly slow. Under normal circumstances, it could naturally dodge at will, but at this moment, it was unable to move, with nowhere to hide.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the fist struck the center of the dragon's jaw, and dozens of dragon teeth snapped.

The dragon's head was jerked high, pulling the entire body along, almost making the whole dragon fly up before it was smashed down heavily, causing the ground to tremble. Furthermore, a destructive force traveled from the dragon's head to its tail, causing the Northern Mang True Dragon's bones to crackle and pop; it was unknown how many bones had broken in that instant.

"Take another 'Tail-Swishing Sparrow'." Just as the dragon's head hit the ground, another punch slammed into the True Dragon's right cheek. The dragon's head swung violently, its cheek caved in deeply, dragon scales shattered, and dragon blood sprayed.

Yu Liancheng punched the Northern Mang True Dragon again and again; although every punch was accompanied by an extremely flowery name, they were all straightforward, with little variation.

No variation is sometimes the most terrifying variation.

Because this fist carried a heavy, boundless power; if not for the True Dragon's tough physical body, any other First-Rank Expert would have been blasted to bits by a single punch.

The Northern Mang True Dragon's body grew smaller and smaller; now it was only two zhang long, and furthermore, it was covered in wounds and gasping its last breath.

It was not that it hadn't thought of resisting, but the power within these fists was truly too terrifying, as if the earth were overturning and the mountains were hanging upside down. Punch after punch, each heavier than the last, left it with no power to fight back.

"Die!"

Yu Liancheng raised his fist high.

The Northern Mang True Dragon let out a low, mournful cry and spat out a bead; it was clearly as small as a grain of rice, yet it radiated the brilliance of the sun and moon.

Looking closely, there were cracks all over the bead, as if it might shatter at any moment.

After spitting out this bead, the already withered Northern Mang True Dragon had only a final thread of breath remaining.

"Wait, that is enough."

Liuzhu Bodhisattva suddenly called out.

Bang!!

However, this punch had already been thrown too late.

Yu Liancheng's fist slammed into the very center of the Northern Barbarian True Dragon's skull.

Crack! Crack!

Another series of bone-cracking sounds rang out, and a mournful cry echoed through heaven and earth as the Northern Barbarian True Dragon collapsed with a boom, vanishing into the void. At the same time, a massive cluster of Luck returned to the sky.

Yu Liancheng reached out and grabbed, instantly capturing a large portion of the Luck.

After all this hard work, it wouldn't do to have labored in vain.

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