Chapter 633: Swallowing Myriad Thousand Swords into the Belly!

"How could that be?"

Zhu Xing hovered in midair using his magical power, while taking medicinal pills to replenish his exhausted magical power, and stared fixedly at the flood dragon with bared teeth and claws flying towards Wang Ping'an.

He wanted to see whether this flood dragon, over ten meters long and ferocious, could handle one flying sword after another, a vast number of flying swords.

Although

He had boundless confidence in his own intermediate Xuan-level technique: Flood Dragon Swallows the Sun.

Don't think that just because this is his first time using it, this technique is the most powerful among his current techniques.

Few are worthy of him personally taking action to deal with, let alone forcing him to use his trump card.

To be frank, the current Wang Ping'an, still his first time using this technique, can be said to be Wang Ping'an's pride.

However, although this is his first time using this technique against an enemy, he has boundless confidence in it.

Who made him painstakingly cultivate this technique not just for a day or two; he understands better than anyone how powerful this technique is.

Not to mention cultivators of the same Golden Core realm; even Nascent Soul cultivators, if they lack a powerful treasure or a powerful defensive technique,

In the face of his technique, even if they don't die, they won't get off easily.

Wang Ping'an can condense flying sword after flying sword in the sky; judging by his eyesight, these flying swords are comparable to ordinary low-grade and even mid-grade magical artifacts, which is quite impressive.

The technique Wang Ping'an displays is not bad, but ultimately it is performed with the aid of others, not by himself personally.

He might not even be able to exert half of its power.

How could anything compare to his technique, in which he has confidence to deal with even Nascent Soul cultivators?

But

Recalling how Wang Ping'an just now suddenly drew upon solar power, causing the sun to emit beam after beam that shone on flying sword after flying sword.

One could clearly see that these flying swords were devouring solar energy; originally merely comparable to low-grade and even mid-grade magical artifacts, they underwent a tremendous transformation, with the sword bodies even inscribed with the sun's mark.

He ultimately dared not be the slightest bit careless!

Unexpectedly

As he watched the ferocious flood dragon he had unleashed about to collide with flying sword after flying sword, head-on, to see whose was stronger—his flood dragon or Wang Ping'an's flying swords—he saw flying sword after flying sword flashing with beam after beam of light.

Zhu Xing only felt his vision blur; when he looked again carefully, there was not a trace of a flying sword left.

Seeing this scene, how could Zhu Xing not be frightened? He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner agitation, and said:

"What technique is this? Do you think that with just this little technique you can handle my intermediate Xuan-level technique, Flood Dragon Swallows the Sun? I think you're indulging in wishful thinking; you have trump cards, but does that mean I don't have any?"

In the midst of speaking, the flood dragon that had been charging straight at Wang Ping'an, baring its teeth and claws, as if having received some mysterious summons, suddenly opened its huge mouth like a bloody basin, and in the next moment, a mysterious suction emanated from its mouth, exuding a terrifying aura of devouring heaven and earth.

The flying swords that had originally vanished reappeared in the sky under this terrifying suction, and immediately one after another were swallowed into the belly of the ferocious flood dragon.

"Still have this trick?" Wang Ping'an watched as the flying swords, which he had perfectly blended into light and shadow using his Sword Control Technique and Light‑Shadow Sword Technique, leaving no trace, were seized by the flood dragon's gaping bloody maw; its terrifying suction pulled them from the light and shadow and then devoured them into its belly.

He was startled in an instant.

Even his own person—no, to be precise, it's the paper person he controls—under this terrifying suction, were about to dart into the flood dragon's bloody maw, yet he felt no panic, silently thinking:

"I don't even know whether Zhu Xing possesses the cultivation method for this technique; if he does, should I change my mind, kill this dog and seize the cultivation method, or threaten him with his life to hand over the cultivation method?"

As Zhu Xing unleashed his intermediate Xuan-level technique, Flood Dragon Swallows the Sun, from the very start he faintly felt how powerful this technique was.

Until now, having witnessed the flood dragon force out the flying swords perfectly hidden in light and shadow and swallow them all into its belly,

He could also clearly sense the flood dragon's terrifying digestive power, turning the swallowed flying swords into energy that enhanced its own abilities.

Only then did he fully understand the formidable nature of this technique.

For a moment, he entertained thoughts of murder and robbery…

No

As the saying goes: Treasures belong to the virtuous!

Such a powerful technique left in Zhu Xing's hands would be utterly wasted; it should be given to him so that this technique can achieve fame and success.

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One would think

The cultivator who created this technique, knowing he could help it achieve fame and success, believes that the creator of this technique would eagerly hand it over to him, but since there's no way to meet him, he can only use Zhu Xing's hand to pass the technique to him.

"I thought you had some extraordinary ability, but this is it?"

Zhu Xing's face was full of mockery, and inwardly he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

While Wang Ping'an grandly displayed the "Myriad Sword Technique" to condense flying sword after flying sword around him, once the swords had just taken shape, he also employed the methods of an astrologer, relying on "Astrology: Sun" to obtain solar power, thereby greatly enhancing those flying swords.

Even if he considered his own trump card, the intermediate Xuan-level technique Flood Dragon Swallows the Sun, to be unstoppable by any technique, at least Wang Ping'an had no way to counter it, yet he was still somewhat worried.

He feared capsizing in a gutter!

Until now, watching the flying swords enhanced by solar power being swallowed whole into his flood dragon's bloody maw, he felt a strong connection with the flood dragon and could clearly sense that the swords entering its belly were refined one by one into energy to enhance the flood dragon.

"Just this?"

Zhu Xing's voice was not small; on the contrary, he deliberately raised his volume so that Wang Ping'an would hear it. Upon hearing those words, Wang Ping'an, far away in the Le Family courtyard, showed a hint of mockery on his face and silently sneered, "You're looking down on me, aren't you?"

"You beast, daring to ambush this young master, where did you come from……"

After the initial exchange, receiving no response from Wang Ping'an, Zhu Xing realized that matters with Wang Ping'an could not be left unresolved, so he no longer bothered to give Wang Ping'an face, intending to mock and provoke him, to see if he could anger Wang Ping'an and whether Wang Ping'an still had any hidden trump cards he didn't know about.

A deafening explosion rang out!

(End of chapter)