Great Might Heavenly Dragon

Carefree City, Spirit Treasure Pavilion, fourth-floor quiet room.

The great monk Yuan Zhen was holding Quan Huili in his arms, laughing lewdly. Though this woman was only a Golden Core cultivator, she specialized in dual cultivation arts. Her body was lush, supple, and soft—quite comfortable to use.

As a body-refining Nascent Soul True Lord, his physique was hard as diamond. Ordinary female cultivators were far too fragile for him. Before he could even exert himself, they would fall apart.

Quan Huili had also practiced body-refining arts and consumed quite a few spiritual treasures. Her body was extraordinarily flexible, barely suitable as a proper bed partner.

For that very reason, Yuan Zhen was rather fond of Quan Huili. His desire had risen just then, and he was about to indulge in bliss with her.

Yet Yuan Zhen suddenly felt a warning stir in his heart. He did not know what was wrong, but instinctively tightened his muscles and circulated his Nascent Soul, about to unleash his mana.

With a low, piercing shhk, a clear blade like flowing water pierced into Yuan Zhen's ears—and at the same instant, drove in through the back of his head. Just as Yuan Zhen's powerful Nascent Soul began to circulate mana, it was cleaved apart by incomparably sharp sword qi, along with the surging mana he had been gathering.

This body-refining Nascent Soul True Lord was slain by that single sword strike without managing any resistance at all.

Quan Huili, lying beneath Yuan Zhen with her eyes half-closed, saw the three-inch clear and pristine sword blade protruding from between his brows. In terror, her eyes abruptly widened to their limit.

Quan Huili reacted swiftly. She still wanted to struggle and sound the alarm, but a thread of sword qi emerged from the clear blade, instantly sealing