The Demon as Blade, Heaven as Edge

"You've got it wrong. As long as the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon is no longer a Devil Dao cultivator, won't Haotian have a reason to protect him?"

Luo Qing explained this to his three disciples.

As long as the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon's Devil Dao identity was cleared, Ancestor Hongjun would protect him.

And since he had personally slain the culprit behind this Kalpa Tribulation, the Demon Ancestor Dragon,

how many people would really care about the small amount of killing karma he had incurred?

Hearing their teacher say this, the three disciples of Long Ling immediately understood.

They looked toward the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon's demonic body in the battlefield, where a battle for the primordial spirit was erupting.

They knew what their teacher meant. Once the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon gained the upper hand, he would probably sever himself with a single stroke.

The battle for the primordial spirit did not last long.

What left the Demon Ancestor Dragon frustrated was that even after its primordial spirit fused with the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon's,

The seal within its True Spirit still remained unbroken.

It had already come here with its origin severely wounded, and it quickly fell into a disadvantage during its struggle with the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon.

Just as this strand of the Demon Ancestor Dragon's True Spirit was being ground away and dissolved by the Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon,

the Demon Ancestor Dragon, knowing there was no hope of turning things around, also abandoned its struggle.

"Great Crimson Heavenly Dragon, so what if you survive? You performed a Blood Sacrifice of billions of living beings and fell into the Demon Monster Dao.

The Immortal Dao cultivators outside won't let you off. You'll be next soon enough."

Amid the Demon Ancestor Dragon's sinister laughter, its True