Fire Transforms into a Dragon, Sword Slays the Wolves

Fire Transforms into a Dragon, Sword Slays the Wolves

"Fire, come!"

Jiang Sheng shouted aloud. With a sweep of the longsword in his hand from low to high, the flames burning in the front hall were drawn by his aura, swaying as they spiraled upward.

The dense, pure spiritual power within Jiang Sheng's dantian surged forth. The wisps of summoned flame blazed ever more fiercely under the nourishment of spiritual energy, swelling larger and larger.

The Eight Wolves of Dongjun knew from the towering might radiating off those flames alone that this move was anything but ordinary!

How could they allow Jiang Sheng to complete such a technique? They immediately drove their venomous serpent artifact. The dozens-of-zhang-long artifact serpent gathered its strength, then shot forward, pouncing straight at Jiang Sheng!

The savage blood-colored serpent opened its maw wide, its fangs formed from spearheads gleaming with a chilling light.

Even snowflakes melted into poisonous water merely by approaching the blood-colored serpent. Before this Purple Mansion Realm serpent, ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators could not even muster the thought of resistance.

That foul aura was enough to make a cultivator's movements sluggish and prevent their spiritual power from circulating.

Before this Purple Mansion Realm serpent, even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Jiang Sheng now truly believed that the Eight Wolves of Dongjun possessed the strength to kill late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Yet even as the blood-colored serpent's gaping jaws were about to swallow him whole, Jiang Sheng remained calm.

The longsword in his hand trembled. As several sword flowers turned, Jiang Sheng stirred his aura and slashed out with his sword. "River Flow!"

In an instant, it was as though a great river surged eastward, its waters roaring. Azure sword-qi washed over the blood-colored serpent like a river, forcefully crushing the serpent that had lunged before Jiang Sheng back to the ground!

Tian Ming'an stood far away in the rear courtyard, his eyes wide as he watched this spectacular battle between cultivators. He did not dare blink, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Whether it had been Jiang Sheng's Sword-Qi Net and the Eight Wolves of Dongjun's barrage of clashing spells earlier, or the scene before him now, Tian Ming'an had learned what true cultivators were. He also understood why the Qi Kingdom was ruled by cultivators.

Before such terrifying power, what use could an army of mortals possibly be?

Even dozens of jin of gunpowder, when ignited, was only about as powerful as a fireball cast by a Qi Refinement cultivator. How could it compare to the battles of high-level cultivators?

And now, the clash between Jiang Sheng and the Eight Wolves of Dongjun was even more terrifying.

At first, Jiang Sheng, suspended in the air, had seemed about to be devoured by that horrifying, savage serpent. Yet the next instant, Jiang Sheng slashed out again, sending an azure river pouring down and striking the hideous serpent to the ground.

Scene after scene filled Tian Ming'an with longing. He wished he could become such a carefree and graceful cultivator himself!

If Tian Ming'an was filled with admiration for Jiang Sheng, then the Eight Wolves of Dongjun were utterly horrified!

That was the artifact chain they had forged by exhausting their entire fortunes—a terrifying artifact capable of fouling a cultivator's flesh, poisoning a cultivator's spiritual power, and sealing a cultivator's dantian!

The eight iron chains were linked together. Even Purple Mansion Realm cultivators had to treat them with caution. So why could Jiang Sheng, who was merely at mid-stage Foundation Establishment, suppress their artifact so easily?

The artifact serpent fell down, letting out a hoarse, dry roar. More than half the savage barbs on its body had been destroyed, and several of the fangs in its mouth had been snapped.

Jiang Sheng quietly regulated his breath while drawing upon the flames once more, attracting streams of fiercely burning fire to his side.

Flames filled the sky, blazing brightly enough to illuminate several li around as if it were day. The scorching heat even turned all the falling snow above Qingxuan Temple into rainwater.

In the depths of winter, amid goose-feather snow, warm rain actually fell above Qingxuan Temple.

When the warm rain fell upon Tian Ming'an's face, he instinctively wiped it away. Feeling its warmth, he looked again at the green-robed Daoist standing in the air beneath the blazing sky and unconsciously murmured, "So this is... Daoist Master's strength."

Not only Tian Ming'an—even the Eight Wolves of Dongjun, these long-practicing demonic cultivators, wore expressions of terror as they looked upon the flames lighting the heavens. Could a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator truly possess such strength?

Was Jiang Sheng truly only a Foundation Establishment Daoist?

Jiang Sheng's clear voice rang out again. "There are three methods of Foundation Establishment. Taking a Foundation Establishment Pill or not taking one, forcibly establishing one's foundation—this is mortal-path Foundation Establishment, which is what you are."

"Using earthly baleful intent to temper oneself and establish one's foundation—this is earthly-path Foundation Establishment. That was the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator you were so proud of killing."

"As for this poor Daoist, I vowed myself to the Dao at eight, learned letters over four years, practiced the Dharma for six years, took in heavenly qi and earthly baleful intent to achieve heavenly-path Foundation Establishment, and condensed the Dao Platform within my dantian."

"Do you know what a Dao Foundation is?"

As Jiang Sheng spoke, the longsword in his hand slowly traced an arc before its tip finally pointed toward the heavens.

"Dragon, come!"

Jiang Sheng cried out.

Tian Ming'an and the Eight Wolves of Dongjun looked up at that sea of flames in horror, only to see a living creature slowly take shape within the fire.

Its horns were like a deer's, its head like a camel's, its eyes like a rabbit's, its neck like a snake's, its belly like a clam's, its scales like a fish's, its claws like an eagle's, its paws like a tiger's, its ears like an ox's. With a dragon's spine and golden tail, its scales and claws all spread wide!

This was a true dragon!

A sacred living being favored by Heaven and Earth!

Jiang Sheng had actually condensed the flames filling the sky into a fire dragon complete with scales and claws!

"Roar!"

The thirty-foot fire dragon coiled through the sky, surrounded by fiery clouds that reflected across the heavens. Raising its head, it unleashed a dragon's roar that intimidated all evil, sounding like thunder.

The dragon's roar scattered the falling snow within three hundred zhang. Its voice carried more than a hundred li away, echoing through Qingping Mountain.

The next instant, the majestic fire dragon coiled behind Jiang Sheng. Its enormous dragon head lowered beside Jiang Sheng's shoulder, its dragon eyes fixed upon the blood-colored serpent still twisting and struggling within the Daoist temple, as though it were looking at an earthworm making one last futile struggle.

"A pack of mortal-path Foundation Establishment heretics dare come seek trouble with this poor Daoist!"

"You are truly courting death!"

Jiang Sheng's voice echoed within and beyond the Daoist temple.

The Eight Wolves of Dongjun were now pale with terror!

Heavenly-path Foundation Establishment!

This Daoist was actually a heavenly-path Foundation Establishment cultivator?!

Tian Ming'an's heart shook even harder. So Foundation Establishment had so many different methods. No wonder Daoist Master was so formidable—he had achieved heavenly-path Foundation Establishment!

"Brothers, risk it all!"

The lead wolf's eyes split with rage as he poured all his spiritual power into the blood-colored serpent.

The other seven likewise poured every last bit of their spiritual power into the blood-colored serpent, even merging most of their own vital blood into it.

The blood-colored serpent, whose aura had been languishing, regained its vigor. Its cold snake eyes locked onto Jiang Sheng, who stood in midair surrounded by the fire dragon like a divine being. Its venomous fangs gleamed sharply as its aura rose once more!

"Kill!"

Driven by the Eight Wolves of Dongjun, the blood-colored serpent tensed its body again, then transformed into a blood-red streak and whistled upward!

Jiang Sheng's expression did not change. Spiritual power surged madly from within him into the fire dragon. With a point of Jiang Sheng's sword tip, the fire dragon roared and spewed blazing flames before pouncing upon the blood-colored serpent rushing to meet it.

Tian Ming'an was utterly dumbfounded. Above Qingxuan Temple, the fire dragon wreathed in flames and the blood-colored serpent entwined and tore at each other. The terrifying might radiating from the two colossal creatures awakened no one knew how many hibernating beings.

Dragon roars rang out, while the venomous serpent shrieked. Terrifying ripples of spiritual power spread outward without end, completely clearing away the snow within a thousand zhang of Qingxuan Temple and crushing swathes of green pines and emerald bamboo.

The Eight Wolves of Dongjun watched helplessly as their serpent artifact was gradually bitten apart limb by limb by Jiang Sheng's fire dragon, steadily falling into a disadvantage.

If the artifact serpent forged by the eight of them was truly destroyed, then they would have no path to survival left.

The youngest of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun hardened his heart and struck his own chest with his palm, sacrificing all his essence blood. "Big Brother, you must live!"

"Eighth Brother!" The lead wolf clenched his teeth. This was their youngest brother!

Then Seventh, Sixth, and Fifth Brother also sacrificed all their essence blood in turn, using it to make a blood sacrifice to the venomous serpent.

The lead wolf watched his blood brothers die before his eyes, and towering hatred ignited in his heart. He seemed to see the unwilling, furious, venomous, regretful gaze of the patriarch at the eighth level of Qi Refinement from that cultivation family his eight brothers had slaughtered before.

Time and time again, they had been the ones slaughtering others, treating them as toys to mock and play with.

But now, half of their eight brothers were already dead!

Suddenly, another furious roar sounded. Fourth, Third, and Second Brother of the Eight Wolves of Dongjun also sacrificed all their vital blood one after another to make a blood sacrifice to the venomous serpent, causing the blood-colored serpent's aura to swell again!

"Second Brother! Third Brother! Fourth Brother!" The lead wolf clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his flesh, yet he felt no pain. He only felt as though his heart were bleeding!

"Big Brother, you must live. Our vengeance rests on you!"

Hearing his brothers' final words, the lead wolf finally let out a savage roar. "Aaaaah! Jiang Sheng! I want you dead!"

The lead wolf drove the blood-colored serpent, its aura explosively strengthened, straight at Jiang Sheng. Clearly, even in death, he intended to drag Jiang Sheng down with him.

The hundred-foot blood-colored serpent bore down like it was covering the sky and blotting out the sun, its jaws gaping wide to devour Jiang Sheng!

Yet Jiang Sheng turned his sword tip, and the thirty-foot fire dragon wheeled around to shield him.

With the fire dragon protecting his body, Jiang Sheng raised his right hand level. The azure lotus upon the three-foot green edge in his palm unfolded, radiating an incomparably dangerous aura.

"You want this poor Daoist dead? You are still short of the heat!"

"Slash!"

In an instant, clear light became a shadow; the sword emerged like a dragon!

In the deep winter of the 39,825th year of the Shanhe Calendar, heavy snow fell over Dongjun. That night, all the people of Qingping Town heard dragon roars from the mountains!

The second update is here~ I said I'd kill eight heretic cultivators for fun, so I killed eight heretic cultivators for fun! Gentlemen, please save and recommend, send some monthly tickets and rewards—Lin Yuan will next slaughter a river god for everyone.

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