Wind and Rain Sever the Soul

"A single sword killed him?!"

He Feng and Mingxiang, both Spirit Transformation powerhouses, were utterly shocked. Gao Xian's opponent was the Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon, whose cultivation was in no way inferior to theirs—and in actual combat, he might even surpass them.

The Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon was, after all, a flood dragon. It had been born with an overwhelmingly powerful body, its foundation a hundred times greater than that of the human race. Only upon reaching the Spirit Transformation level, when human cultivators condensed Primordial Spirits, could they compare to Demon Race cultivators of the same rank in every aspect.

Even so, the innate weakness of the human body was difficult to make up for.

The Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon was also fierce and battle-hardened, its combat experience far surpassing that of cultivators at the same level. What Spirit Transformation cultivator spent all day fighting people? In this regard, the Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon held another immense advantage.

Not to mention that the Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon had cultivated for at least seven thousand years—ten times Gao Xian's years of cultivation.

Both men knew that Gao Xian was a peerless genius, perhaps even a cut above Zhi Zhen. He had also slain two Spirit Transformation powerhouses single-handedly in Ming Province. That was precisely why they believed Gao Xian was qualified to fight the Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon.

The Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon had commanded the sea and gathered the clouds, his aura surging into the heavens. Yet the instant they exchanged blows, Gao Xian had severed his neck with a single stroke. Judging by Gao Xian's relaxed manner, it truly had been as easy as slaughtering a chicken...

It could not be said that the Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon was incompetent. That sword clearly possessed the peerless might to