Slay the Poison Dragon, Take the Poison Flame

Slay the Poison Dragon, Take the Poison Flame

Compared to Xiao Yan's understanding of Yao Wan, Yao Lao's understanding of her was undoubtedly far deeper.

A Dou Wang at sixteen—such cultivation, placed on Yao Wan, was not actually her most dazzling talent at all.

Because clans like theirs had once produced existences who stood at the peak of the Dou Qi Continent, and so they had transformed their own bloodlines. Those of their blood kin could even become mighty figures countless people looked up to without needing to cultivate.

But this was the favor of the world, not a person's own talent.

Although those ancient clans had now become closed-minded, stupidly and shallowly using bloodline concentration alone as the only standard for measuring talent, that did not stop the Young Girl before him from being a true prodigy in every sense.

Cultivation and cultivation methods were not the only standards for measuring strength.

Yao Wan stood quietly in the air and slowly raised her hand. Then currents of air gathered in her palm.

Her left hand closed around empty air, while her right hand formed sword-finger seals.

Light flashed, and the airflow her jade-like hand gripped slowly gathered into the shape of a sword.

"Soul Manifestation Sword?"

Yao Lao let out a soft sound of surprise, his tone carrying astonishment.

"Teacher, what kind of Dou Technique is that?"

Xiao Yan did not sense any Dou Qi fluctuations. It was as if Yao Wan had stopped the circulation of Dou Qi within her body for a moment.

"That is not a Dou Technique, but a method of using Soul Power as an attack. You can understand it as a Dou Technique on the soul level."

Yao Lao shook his head, only feeling that this girl's talent was frightening. He truly did not know how the Yao Clan could be at ease letting such a prodigy of a Young Girl run around outside.

"...I didn't expect Wan Guniang's physical strength to be so overwhelming, yet she likes using a sword."

Xiao Yan watched that Soul Power turn into the outline of a longsword in her hand and could not help sighing.

Only, although it was called a longsword, it was a bit too long. Even by a rough estimate with the naked eye, the soul sword in Wan Guniang's hand was as long as the Mystic Heavy Ruler on Xiao Yan's back.

The might of a greatsword and the sharpness of a longsword were both displayed in her hand beyond doubt.

"...No."

But when he heard Xiao Yan's sigh, Yao Lao shook his head.

"That girl is not someone who cultivates the sword. What she cultivates is her heart, her true self. As long as she wishes it, what she grips in her hand can be any weapon at all."

As Yao Lao sighed like this, Xiao Yan's heart could not help tightening.

After all, all of this was something new that he had never come into contact with before. He had even spent over a year with Wan Guniang and thought he already understood her somewhat. But in truth, after watching this battle today, even that Beautiful Figure in the sky seemed a little unfamiliar.

Never mind the gap in realm above Dou Qi—a Dou Zhe and a Dou Wang. That was still only the shallowest appearance. Yet everything she displayed now was more frightening than the last, so much so that even Xiao Yan's heart could not avoid being shaken.

Wan Guniang was actually this powerful?

She was clearly a Dou Wang, yet she could overpower a Fire Spirit Poison Dragon strong enough to rival a Dou Emperor.

And very soon, the impression of Wan Guniang in Xiao Yan's mind, which had been completely shattered and then slowly rebuilt, was about to face the danger of shattering once more.

Yao Wan held the illusory longsword, its edge pointing straight at the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon before her.

Then the longsword left her hand, and she tossed it above her head.

Yao Lao seemed to have some guess, but compared to that, what he cared about more was the movements of the Chu Yun Empire experts.

In the next breath, nine identical soul swords fell, circling around the Young Girl.

"Soul Sword Array!"

Yao Wan casually gripped one of the swords. Its edge swept sideways, going straight for the poison dragon before her.

The Fire Spirit Poison Dragon naturally was unwilling to be slain just like this. It twisted its body and charged toward Yao Wan once more.

But this time, Yao Wan did not give it any chance to resist at all.

As eight gray swords unfolded in perfect unison behind her, Yao Wan did not even need to make many movements. With just a thought, the eight longswords chased stars and pursued the moon, streaking swiftly toward the poison dragon before her.

Even the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon at the Dou Emperor realm no longer had any chance of clashing head-on with Yao Wan.

The first sword pierced through the dragon's tail, nailing the poison dragon in place by force and leaving it unable to move.

"Roar!!!"

The Fire Spirit Poison Dragon was furious, but in the end, it was nothing more than impotent rage. It could only watch helplessly as its body was pierced through.

Immediately after came the second sword, then the third, pinning its limbs and claws in place.

The flying swords that came racing over had none of the obstruction from being limited by form that came with Dou Techniques transformed into swords. In the very next instant, they pierced through the poison dragon again, yet did not pass all the way through. Instead, they nailed the poison dragon firmly in midair.

The fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword—from bottom to top, all the way from its tail to its abdominal cavity.

The seventh sword locked onto its throat.

The eighth sword stabbed into the dragon's head.

The Flying God Eight Swords needed only a single exchange to completely suppress the Fire Spirit Poison Dragon that had left her momentarily at a loss just now. It did not even have the strength to resist anymore.

"Hmph, a beast is still a beast."

Yao Wan, holding the final soul sword, flew to the poison dragon's heart. Then she drove the soul sword in her hand down viciously.

"Roar—!"

The poison dragon immediately let out an extremely agonized roar, almost shattering the ears of those nearby.

"A beast that refuses face when it's given."

Yao Wan pressed down on the soul sword, then slashed viciously, cutting open a gash in the poison dragon's chest.

Afterward, she put away the dharma image of the Gleaming Body behind her and merged it into the surface of her body. Then she reached out and pulled the deep purple flame hidden inside from it.

The Fire Spirit Poison Dragon let out one last wail. As that cluster of the Netherworld Poison Flame's origin completely left its body, it collapsed and fell apart.

"This friend, please wait!"

She had just obtained this wisp of Netherworld Poison Flame she had long yearned for, and before it had even warmed in her hand, an irritating voice of dissuasion had already reached her ears.

Yao Wan slowly turned her head back. At the same time, with a shift of her will, the other eight soul swords flew back to her side in unison.

"...They're here."

Yao Lao murmured subconsciously. Xiao Yan also turned his head, looking toward the northern sky. Behind three figures, Dou Qi Wings spread as they stood in a row.

One wore a black robe and was at the peak of Dou Emperor.

One was dressed in finery and wore the badge of a Rank 5 Alchemist. He was at the peak of Dou Wang.

The last person had a centipede-like scar on his face and was also at the peak of Dou Emperor.

With the appearance of these three, Xiao Yan could not help silently clenching the stone beside his hand.

Two peak Dou Emperors and one peak Dou Wang... Such cultivation realms were a terrifying force Xiao Yan had never dared to imagine before.

And now, they stood right in front of him.

And standing between him and those people was that Young Girl who had formed a sword array with Soul Power.

Yao Wan showed not the slightest fear. She raised the soul sword in her hand, its gray edge pointing straight at the three people before her.

"Who are you?"

Amid that pleasing, oriole-like cadence was a cold indifference that belonged to her alone.