Chapter 634: Blood Escape

A deafening explosion suddenly drew Zhu Xing's gaze; looking up, he saw the blast emanating from a jiao dragon whose gaping, blood‑filled maw was swallowing one Flying Sword after another into its belly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Soon, Zhu Xing recovered, prepared to investigate what had happened to the jiao dragon and why explosions were occurring, and saw explosions echoing from all around the dragon's body.

Immediately the jiao dragon let out a painful howl, and one Flying Sword after another shot out from its body in a dense, rain‑like barrage, leaving no part of the dragon unscathed.

"How could it be like this?"

Zhu Xing's face was full of unmistakable panic.

Not only because this technique is his current trump card, his most reliable means to deal with Wang Ping'an, but also because he had just witnessed it with his own eyes.

The Flying Swords that Wang Ping'an had gathered were swallowed whole into the dragon's belly.

He could clearly feel each Flying Sword being refined inside the dragon's gut, turning into pure energy that bolstered the dragon's physique.

He never saw it coming.

The Flying Swords were on the verge of being refined, yet they suddenly surged with power and pierced the dragon's body.

"Hmph! Your technique is impressive; even the Flying Swords I gathered and strengthened with Sun Power can be refined!"

The Paper Person controlled by Wang Ping'an, though far from Zhu Xing, heard his startled shout and could see the panic on Zhu Xing's face—clearly unable to accept that his strongest trump card had been countered, and thought smugly to himself:

"Too bad you forgot that I didn't gather just one, two, three or four Flying Swords, but countless of them. You can refine one, two, three or four—how could you possibly refine them all?"

Just like Zhu Xing, when his gathered Flying Swords, enhanced by Sun Power, were swallowed by the dragon's gaping maw, he too could feel the dragon clearly refining the swords, yet he showed no sign of panic.

He noted that, given the strength of his gathered Flying Swords and the Sun Power boost, the dragon could refine at most one Flying Sword at a time; refining many at once would be extremely difficult.

Yet this particular jiao dragon was unusually greedy, gulping countless Flying Swords at once, unaware of the power of his "Skill: Sword Controlling Technique".

With an ordinary Sword Controlling Technique, the Flying Swords swallowed by the dragon would likely lose their link, but his Sword Controlling Technique is at the Greater Attainment Realm, so even when the swords are devoured, the connection remains intact.

He could still control each Flying Sword inside the dragon's belly.

Originally.

He also contemplated that his gathered Flying Swords, boosted by Sun Power, versus Zhu Xing's trump‑card technique—a direct clash—who would win and who would lose.

Although.

He believed he was the victor, but the matter was not over; he could not draw a premature conclusion.

He never saw it coming.

Zhu Xing had created such a perfect opening, forcing the dragon to open its gaping maw, whose powerful attraction swallowed all his Flying Swords at once—exactly the chance to strike the dragon's weak point. "Now!"

A sound like clashing golden spears rang out, generating a massive impact force; a Flying Sword, appearing out of nowhere, slammed into his body. Fortunately, Zhu Xing wore a treasure, so the sword caused no injury and also shed the overwhelming force it carried.

It also failed to blast him away!

Zhu Xing stared at the Flying Sword before him, its Sun sigil clearly visible, feeling the scorching intent within; suddenly awakened, he looked toward Wang Ping'an in the distance and shouted angrily:

"You damn dog, don't get smug. Today I was unprepared and fell into your scheme, but…"

"Now!" "Now!" "Now…"

Before Zhu Xing could finish speaking, more clashing spear sounds rang out as one Flying Sword after another struck his body. Though his treasure was extraordinary and repelled the attacks repeatedly, Wang Ping'an's onslaught was so terrifying that a crack appeared in the treasure.

From the corner of his eye, Zhu Xing saw the crack on his treasure; besides a pang of sorrow, panic surged even more.

This treasure was a hard‑won, top‑grade prize; he never imagined it would be cracked by Wang Ping'an's attack, and now he'll likely need a master alchemist to repair it, which will be extremely difficult.

However.

His current concern was not repairing the damaged treasure, but leaving the place as soon as possible.

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Zhu Xing's gaze swept the surroundings, where Flying Swords rained down wave after wave; even when he countered with spells, he not only failed to destroy them but intensified their assault, and his cracked treasure could not endure many more attacks.

"The top priority is to escape now; revenge can be considered later!"

The thought flashed through Zhu Xing's mind, leaving no hesitation; as wave after wave of Flying Swords, like a disciplined army, surged toward him, a mouthful of blood spurted, and the next instant a blood mist formed, causing his whole being to vanish from the world.

"The Zhu family's water seems deeper than I imagined, not at all like an ordinary powerful clan in a county town!"

Wang Ping'an watched Zhu Xing vanish into the blood mist, neither disappointed nor intervening; having gauged Zhu Xing's capabilities, he decided Zhu Xing's life should be left to Le Zhuang, since Le Zhuang is his junior brother, and his junior brother's parents' vengeance can only be avenged by the junior brother himself.

Although.

He hoped Zhu Xing would use that technique again, but he believed that if the technique were destined for him, after his junior brother took revenge, the technique would eventually return to his hands.

No need to rush!

However.

He just didn't know how long it would take his junior brother to find Zhu Xing for revenge, and hoped his junior brother wouldn't disappoint him.

Soon.

Wang Ping'an watched the dissipating blood mist, realizing Zhu Xing had employed an unknown escape technique—whether Water Escape or Blood Escape—and then shifted his gaze to the other two: Zhang Fu and Zuo He, who had also noticed Zhu Xing's defeat and were scrambling to flee, and sneered:

"Want to run? I'll let Zhu Xing go so my junior brother can take his revenge, but that doesn't mean I'll let you run, and I certainly won't let you cause trouble for my junior brother!"

(End of Chapter)