The Doom of Zhulong

"Call out!"

Yi Yun released his fingers, and twelve energy arrows shot out at once. Before the Sun-Shooting Nine Sorrows Bow, the Yin Sha, which did not yet have a physical body, was like a live target and could not withstand Yi Yun's attack at all.

With one bow, twelve arrows were fired, severely injuring or even killing the twelve Yin Sha. At this rate, Yi Yun only needed to fire a few more bows to wipe out all the Yin Sha in the Yin Sha's sleeping place.

How could Zhulong sit idly by and watch such a thing happen? The moment Yi Yun his bow for the second time, Zhulong moved. He wore the Heavenly Punishment Hand and punched Yi Yun's energy arrow!

Zhulong sustained a hand injury during his fierce battle with Yi Yun, which has only just healed. Furthermore, the effects of using secret techniques and overdrawing his vital energy have not yet been eliminated.

Now, although the punch still had an astonishing momentum, Yi Yun had already keenly sensed that this momentum was actually not as strong as before.

"Boom!"

Zhulong's punch struck all the energy arrows that Yi Yun had fired, causing the energy arrows to shatter and the pure Yang energy contained within them to erupt, with Pure Yang Flame rising up.

The instant Zhulong shattered the energy arrow, Yi Yun moved. Holding the Pure Yang Broken Sword, he charged straight at Zhulong.

The two great Dharma Aspect Totem the Golden Crow and the Nine-Headed Serpent appeared behind Yi Yun, and Sword Light pierced through the void.

Lin Xin Tong followed in Yi Yun 'Yi Yun footsteps.

Lin Xin Tong was dressed in white, as white as snow. As she wielded her Longsword, a blue lake appeared out of thin air behind her. The lake water was azure, sparkling, and exuded an indescribable chill. In the distance of the lake, a bright moon hung high in the sky, radiating a watery glow.

Lin Xin Tong's sword, imbued with the light of the cold moon, poured towards Zhulong.

At this moment, Yin Sha was reviving, and time was of the essence. Lin Xin Tong didn't need to protect Jiang Xiaorou, so she simply teamed up with Yi Yun to fight two against one, striving to kill Zhulong as quickly as possible.

The two swords combined, one yin and one yang!

Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong had been cultivating together for many years and were also practicing the Empress Heart Sutra. Although their cultivation methods were completely opposite, they complemented each other. When the two joined forces, their strength was more than just the sum of their individual abilities.

Suddenly, Zhulong felt immense pressure! Behind him was Yin Sha, who was still resurrecting. He had nowhere to retreat and could only relentlessly unleash punch after punch, disregarding his own exhaustion.

"Help me!"

With a loud shout, Zhulong led Feng Ming, Snake Ji, Qiongqi, and several other Reincarnator behind him to charge forward. Originally, they had members of the Heavenly Blood Alliance help them, but now all of them were in a state of Body Snatching, so they had to rely entirely on themselves to withstand the attacks from Lin Xin Tong Yi Yun.

They knew that only by holding out until most of the Yin Sha in the Soul Tomb were resurrected could they possibly turn the tide; otherwise, they would surely die.

The Sword Light flashed, one side a pure sunlight rainbow, the other a cold, moonlit river; yin and yang intertwined, unstoppable!

"Ah!"

The constantly wounded Qiongqi was the first to give in. His energy arc was torn apart by the Sword Light, and he screamed as he was sent flying backward.

Beside him, Snake Ji was injured again by Lin Xin Tong's Sword Qi. The cold air on the sword cut through Snake Ji's wrist, and her entire palm was instantly frozen, becoming like a fragile Ice Crystal.

The chill spread upwards along the Snake Ji's arm. The Snake Ji's expression changed, and she retreated while urging her vital energy to resist Lin Xin Tong's chill. However, that wisp of chill was immortal and indestructible; it forcefully broke through the Snake Ji 'Snake Ji meridians and continued to spread towards her heart.

This wisp of cold air contained the laws that Lin Xin Tong had comprehended, and it was unstoppable.

Snake Ji's expression changed. She knew that charging forward again would be tantamount to suicide. Although she needed to hold out until Yin Sha was resurrected, she first had to survive until then.

Without Snake Ji and Qiongqi, it will be even harder for Young Master Feng Ming and Zhulong to hold on!

Young Master Feng Ming could only play a disruptive role; most of the attacks from Yi Yun and the other two had to be absorbed by Zhulong alone.

Zhulong bit its tongue and unleashed a barrage of fist shadows.

Even though he was already severely weakened and was fighting two opponents at once, Zhulong's attack was not to be underestimated. It actually managed to slow down Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong's Sword Qi for a moment.

"Go to hell!"

Zhulong roared, his facial muscles contorted, and charged towards Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong without regard for anything else.

Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong's expressions were cold and resolute as their swords clashed—the second strike!

Rumble!

The rivers of pure Yang and pure Yin converged, rushing towards Zhulong once more.

As Zhulong charged halfway through his charge, his energy rapidly dissipated. Endless Sword Qi poured onto his Protective Vital Energy, leaving him like a fish struggling against a torrent, utterly exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

Bang!

A crack appeared in Zhulong's Protective Vital Energy, and a crisp sound came from the knuckles of his right hand. His finger bones, which had been broken and had not yet fully healed, broke again at this moment.

His attack suddenly stopped!

In a life-or-death battle, even the slightest hesitation can drastically change the course of the battle. Moreover, he was facing the combined forces of Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong!

Zhulong's heart sank suddenly, and at that moment, Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong's swords were already piercing Zhulong's eyes!

Yi Yun's sword was like the dazzling sun, while Lin Xin Tong's sword was like the most serene breeze.

The sense of crisis brought by this Sword Light was like a terrifying blood pool hell, with the sound of countless people's wails filling the wind, sweeping towards Zhulong!

Faced with this blood-red gale, the Candle Dragon was like a small boat on the sea, utterly unable to withstand it and destined to perish instantly!

With nowhere to dodge, Zhulong roared and unleashed both fists, striking Lin Xin Tong Yi Yun's swords simultaneously!

Zhulong could barely hold his own against one opponent, but against two...

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion rang in Zhulong's ears.

The sound was the explosion of the violent energy carried by the two swords as they sliced through flesh within his body.

With the release of energy, two bursts of blood erupted from Zhulong's left and right shoulders. The powerful impact sent him flying backward, crashing into the ground and sliding a full hundred feet, leaving a deep trench in the ground!

Zhulong crashed heavily into a slumbering, malevolent stone pillar. He felt a jolt in his back, and black blood gushed from the corner of his mouth!

Zhulong's face turned pale. Those two swords, even through the Heavenly Punishment Hand, pierced his left and right hands, breaking the joints in both of them!

Yi Yun held the broken sword, blood still flowing from its blade. This blood wouldn't stay on the rusty edge; instead, it would be absorbed by the broken sword.

Without any hesitation, Yi Yun flicked his Pure Yang Broken Sword and struck again!

A hundred zhang was a distance that Yi Yun covered in an instant. In the blink of an eye, his sword was aimed at Zhulong's brow and thrust straight at him.

"Die!"

Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!

Yi Yun's sword was brimming with murderous intent. The golden gale transformed into a surging golden wave, towering over a hundred feet high, as if it could engulf the earth and mountains.

Faced with such a terrifying aura, Zhulong felt a chill run down his spine. He sensed that his death was imminent!

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and extreme despair drove Zhulong mad.

"You want to kill me? I'll take you down with me!" Zhulong roared, unwilling to accept defeat! He had been reincarnated so many times, and in each of his lives, he had been able to control the lives of countless people, standing above them, receiving their worship, and feeling their fear of him.

Yi Yun, he's just a young genius in his early twenties. What makes him think he can compare to me?

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" Zhulong burned his essence blood, and the blood energy in his body burned on the surface of his body. His whole body seemed to be in a red flame. He wore the Heavenly Punishment Hand on his left hand, which was like a thick ball of blood. He slammed into the surging blood wave that swept in!

"Boom!"

This punch was earth-shattering!

However, at this moment, Lin Xin Tong also made her move.

Her spiritual power had already locked onto the energy flow of Zhulong's entire body. The moment Zhulong threw this punch with all his might, Lin Xin Tong's Sword Qi, like a delicate flowing stream, wrapped around the fist's aura.

Yin and softness are inseparable. Lin Xin Tong comprehended the laws of pure Yin, and her sword is adept at using softness to overcome hardness.

This Sword Light was not meant to kill, nor was it meant to directly collide with the fist of the Candle Dragon; rather, it was meant to guide, using minimal force to deflect a great attack!

Zhulong felt his fist become lighter, and his power flowed away rapidly like a flood that had been released. All the force of his punch had been taken away by Lin Xin Tong!

With his punching power greatly reduced, how could he possibly withstand Yi Yun's sword under such circumstances?

Amidst the raging torrent of energy, the broken, ancient sword blade silently pierced through the Pure Yang Flame and passed through the burning blood energy.

What appears to be an ordinary, unadorned sword strike is, in fact, the judgment of Heaven.

As it slowly and persistently pierced Zhulong's heart, Zhulong's eyes widened.

Resentment, bitterness, disbelief... Zhulong's eyes contained so much.

"Puff!"

A soft sound, seemingly insignificant amidst the surrounding explosions of energy, was infinitely clear to Zhulong's ears.

His chest was burning hot; his heart had been pierced by the broken sword, and the beating of his heart muscle had become a struggle on the blade. With each contraction of his heart, a large amount of blood was cut out by the blade.

Blood spurted from the wound, and Zhulong held the Pure Yang Broken Sword in one hand while still clenching his fist in the other.

"You... you..." Zhulong's lips moved, staring intently at Yi Yun, his eyes bloodshot with hatred.

Yi Yun held the broken sword, twisted his wrist, and the Pure Yang Vital Energy within the broken sword poured out, surging into Zhulong's limbs and bones, scorching his meridians and blood.

Zhulong's body convulsed violently, his pupils lost focus, and his vision of Yi Yun became blurred.

Just now, the twisted Pure Yang Broken Sword shattered his heart.

"Kill me... you will pay the price, the legacy of the Blood Moon..."

Zhulong's lips moved, and with each word he uttered, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. However, just as he finished speaking, the Pure Yang Broken Sword sliced across his neck.

You can die now.

Yi Yun uttered these words calmly, his face expressionless, as he gently wiped the blood from the sword's blade.

Zhulong tilted his head to the side, and Yi Yun severed his entire head. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the dark clouds and the red moon in the sky, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

(To be continued~^~)