Somewhere, there was a strange lake, crimson as blood, its ripples glimmering beneath a shroud of hazy ghostly mist. Blood-like Killing Intent curled upward like smoke—terrifying, savage, and mysterious.
The lake water had originally been faintly red, containing only specks of spiritual radiance.
Now, however, it had been dyed scarlet by demon blood.
A colossal dragon corpse lay half-hidden.
Not long ago, Qin Qiankun had personally acted. After an earth-shaking battle, he had successfully slain a terrifying Half-Emperor realm demon dragon.
The demon dragon had been enormous, over a hundred zhang long. After Qin Qiankun beheaded it, its demon blood had surged forth, staining the strange lake.
Now, that peerless demon dragon, massive as a mountain range, had lost all life. Half its body hung over the lakeshore, while the other half remained submerged. It had become a stunning stroke in Qin Qiankun's proud record of achievements.
Its dragon head was ferocious, as huge as a palace.
Qin Qiankun, dressed in azure robes, hovered above it. Divine radiance flowed around him, entwined with the phantoms of an Azure Dragon and a Black Tortoise. He seemed detached from the mortal world, like a young immortal.
He had originally been tempering the Demon Dragon Sacred Body, extracting dragon radiance to nourish the Azure Dragon soul. Then he suddenly heard the shocking news that Xiao Chen wanted to challenge him. His sword-like brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of absurdity welled up within him.
Xiao Chen.
That young man from a minor dynasty, who could barely be said to have some foundation.
His cultivation was merely at the Moon King Realm.
And he dared to be so arrogant, to offend Qin Qiankun's Divine Might?
For all these years, Qin Qiankun had been peerlessly invincible.
In Azure Spirit, he was like an immortal, like