Trading It All for the Power of One Slash!

Though only one realm separated the Ink-Point Realm from the Lotus-Seeding Realm, the gulf between them was vast.

Of the seven realms of martial arts, the first three tempered sinew and bone and strengthened flesh and blood to the limits of mortal ability.

They were also known as the Three Mortal Realms.

Upon reaching the Ink-Point Realm, a martial artist's Martial Dao Golden Core drew on the Heaven-and-Earth Spirit Imprint to form ink marks. Their true qi became as vast as the sea, and they could be said to have learned to wield the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The Lotus-Seeding Realm was different.

True qi turned to liquid, and the Dao seed took root.

Neither the quality nor the quantity of its true qi could be compared with that of the Ink-Dot Realm.

Boom!

The river exploded.

Jiang Yuechu raced across the waves without a moment's hesitation.

But the closer she came to that colossal creature, the stronger its suffocating pressure grew.

It was nothing like the Ink-Point Great Demons she had faced before.

The River-Turning Demon King before her felt like a mountain in the midst of collapse.

"Roar!"

The Demon King howled.

Faced with their combined attack, the beast, frenzied in its flight, did not even think to dodge.

Why should a tree concern itself with ants trying to shake it?

Clang!

The Blackgold Great Spear slammed into the Demon King.

Sparks flew, and the impact rang like a great bronze bell.

A violent shock ran through Yue Huaiyuan's grip. His expression changed.

A terrifying force surged back along the spear shaft.

Crack!

The shaft bent, showing signs of splintering.

"Stop, you bastard!"

The old general's hair and beard bristled, his eyes blood-red. Behind him, the phantom Green Flood Dragon roared wildly.

Yet no miracle followed.