Slaying the Demon, Qianyu

"You're thinking too much!"

Wang Xian shook his head, a hint of disdain on his face. "I'm crossing the river. Are you an idiot?"

Just as he'd told the innkeeper at the Peace Inn, even if the heavens fell today, he was still crossing the river.

At his words, a cruel glint flashed in Linghu Chunxiang's eyes.

She gripped her spirit sword as the spiritual energy within her surged wildly. The poisonous miasma around the blade grew thicker, gradually coalescing into the phantom of a flood dragon.

"Cross the river? Keep dreaming!"

Linghu Chunxiang roared. Clutching her sword, wreathed in poisonous miasma, she swung it down at Wang Xian.

The phantom black dragon lunged with her, opening its gaping maw to swallow Wang Xian and the ferry whole.

"Wicked creature!"

Wang Xian bent his body slightly and stamped down hard with both feet.

In an instant, he transformed into a divine dragon and shot straight into the sky.

Midair, the spirit sword in his hand rose with the wind, turning into a rainbow as it slashed toward Linghu Chunxiang.

One Sword No Trace!

One Sword Startles Gods!

Questioning Heaven!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Linghu Chunxiang hadn't expected Wang Xian to transform into a divine dragon. Her face flushed with excitement, and she chased him through the sky, trading blows with him!

By now, Old Liu had puked up every last drop of bile.

Slumped at the bow, he gazed at the young man in the sky, who looked like a divine dragon, and shook his head.

He didn't dare hope Wang Xian could kill Linghu Chunxiang. As far as he was concerned, if he made it off the boat alive today, he'd never set foot in the Red Pavilion again, even if someone beat him to death.

At the dock, the