How About Letting Me Go?

The beast looked at Lu Shui, its face shrouded in gloom:

"Human, you'd better make sure you can kill me. Otherwise, I'll make you regret it."

Lu Shui took a step forward. That step marked the beginning of the Ominous Sign, but he didn't care. So what if it was ominous?

Did he need an omen's permission to kill someone?

"Zhen Wu." After taking a step, Lu Shui suddenly spoke.

Zhen Wu froze for a moment, but quickly heard Lu Shui's next words:

"Your sword."

Sword? Zhen Wu didn't understand, but he still struggled to raise the sword in his hand. At that very moment, he saw it draw itself from its scabbard and fly toward the Giant Pit.

After that, he was completely stunned. He could hardly believe his eyes.

He saw Lu Shui leap into the air and fly off on a sword.

Sword Flight? The young master could use Sword Flight?

How was that possible?

How could it be?

The young master was only Second Tier.

Zhen Wu was utterly shocked, and so was Zhen Ling.

Sword Flight—something they'd never even dreamed of. Their young master, who'd always been considered a good-for-nothing, was flying on a sword at the age of twenty.

It was simply unheard of.

Le Feng was stunned, too. He immediately concluded that Dongfang Haoyue had been hiding his cultivation.

He wasn't Second Tier at all. No wonder the other man had always struck him as dangerous.

But to stand firm beneath this oppressive force without even changing expression, he wasn't any ordinary cultivator.

Truly terrifying.

Lu Shui paid no attention to what the others thought. He only had one sword, and couldn't use Sword Flight without another, so he had to take Zhen Wu's.

As for the beast's threat that Lu Shui would regret not killing it, he didn't care. He was absolutely going to kill the thing right here.

Seeing Lu Shui fly toward it, the beast sneered:

"Human, you've got a lot of nerve. You're so weak, yet you dare approach me? You're practically begging to die."

Power erupted from the beast. It was an attack, formed from its own blood and condensed into strike after strike.

If they hit, the beast was confident they'd pierce right through that tiny human.

Lu Shui saw the attacks coming but didn't care. He gripped the Seven Scales Dragon Roar Sword with both hands and poured all his power into it.

He called upon almost all his Heaven and Earth Power.

He had to get close, stand right in front of the beast, and drive the sword into its heart. Only then could he deal a fatal blow.

At Third Tier, concentrating all his power into a single point was his strongest attack.

As for those scattered strikes, how could they possibly hurt him?

With a few shifts of his figure, Lu Shui dodged every attack. Each one merely grazed past him.

The beast frowned and spoke:

"Human, if I hadn't lost nearly all my power, would you even be worthy of my attention?"

Lu Shui smiled.

"So you still don't understand?

I'm going to strike while you're down and take your life."

Lu Shui picked up speed. He was close now—almost there.

As Lu Shui drew nearer, the beast attacked more and more frantically.

For some reason, the closer the other man came, the more danger it sensed.

His sword, his aura—it was as if they could shatter its heart.

"Human, I can't die at your hands!"

Countless attacks rushed at Lu Shui. He dodged them again and again, while the beast struggled ever more violently.

Three zhang.

At that moment, the sword in Lu Shui's hands began to shine with Seven Colors Light, and seven different dragons appeared alongside it.

They looked almost solid, as if they'd been completely awakened.

The instant the beast saw the seven dragons, a trace of fear entered its eyes.

"The Dragon Clan! Damn it, human, you actually have a treasure like this.

Get lost!"

The beast roared and unleashed several more attacks.

Lu Shui's expression tightened. Two of the attacks were impossible to dodge.

The thought had barely crossed his mind before he smiled. It didn't matter.

This kind of opportunity came once in a thousand years.

Lu Shui leaped toward the beast without the slightest hesitation.

In a flash, a streak of blood pierced through his shoulder, tearing a clear hole through it.

The next instant, another streak of blood punched a hole through his thigh.

Yet neither attack altered Lu Shui's advance. In the blink of an eye, sword in hand, he reached the beast's heart.

The beast struggled frantically, trying to evade his strike, but there was nowhere to run.

Lu Shui ignored his wounds, gripped the sword with both hands, and thrust straight in.

"Die."

Thump!!!

Lu Shui's sword plunged into the beast's heart. At that moment, the seven dragons began savagely tearing at it, as if they meant to rip it to shreds.

Pain—the beast felt pain, an unbearable, unparalleled pain.

Panic seized it.

"Roar!!!"

"No, human! Get away from me! Get away, get away..."

At that moment, Lu Shui felt a powerful force burst from the beast's heart and drive his sword back out.

Then a Blood Curtain emerged from the heart.

With a bang, Lu Shui was blasted away.

Pfft—

In midair, Lu Shui spat out a mouthful of blood, and countless more wounds appeared across his body.

But he didn't panic in the slightest. He called Zhen Wu's sword to him and lightly stepped onto it. Blood kept streaming from his wounds.

But he ignored them. He had no choice.

He gripped the Seven Scales Dragon Roar Sword and stared fixedly at the beast.

Lu Shui hovered in midair. The beast hovered there, too, but it had lost the ability to fight.

Lu Shui didn't attack because the Blood Curtain stood in front of the beast's heart.

He couldn't pierce the Blood Curtain. But that was fine; it wouldn't last forever. As time passed, it slowly faded.

Now they were both waiting. Lu Shui waited for the Blood Curtain to disappear, while the beast waited for him to collapse.

After all, Lu Shui was badly wounded.

When the Blood Curtain appeared, Zhen Wu and the others couldn't even get to their feet. The terrifying pressure forced their heads down, and they didn't even know how their young master was faring.

Outside, however, many of the people who'd been about to leave suddenly stopped. They'd just heard it—the Evil God's roar.

The roar had been laced with screams, even fear.

They began to hesitate, then decided the Evil God was probably going to lose. They could stay and see what was going on.

Perhaps they could fish in troubled waters.

It was a rare opportunity.

Some people hurried inside even faster. If they waited until the battle was over, it would be too late.

But no matter what they did, they still couldn't get in.

One thing was certain: the woods outside the center of the Barren Grassland were now surrounded by a crowd.

Lu Shui could feel his blood draining away. He couldn't even move his shoulder.

He could remain standing only because Heaven and Earth Power held him up.

At that moment, the beast spoke:

"Human, we have no grudge between us. How about you leave, and I owe you a favor?

My status is beyond anything you can reach.

Killing me will bring you no benefit at all."