"You wretched thief, surrender your life to Grandpa Turtle!" Turtle Thousand Years finally reacted, swinging the Eight-Edged Golden Mace viciously at the Pure Yang Sword, apparently intent on destroying it in a single blow.
Shen Luo snorted coldly. Scarlet light blazed from the Pure Yang Sword, and the Vermilion Bird True Spirit flashed into view within it before vanishing again. Two broad wings of flame swept outward, and three thunderous bangs sent the two Fang Flying Swords and the Eight-Edged Golden Mace flying.
The flying sword quivered and became a streak of scarlet light. A layer of lotus-petal-shaped red flames appeared on its surface as it materialized before Dragon Fang as though teleporting, then slashed into the black dragon head.
With a soft ripping sound, the black dragon head vanished.
Dragon Fang screamed, his face turning deathly pale in an instant, as though he had suffered a grievous injury.
"Impossible! I mastered my Ink-Shadow Dragon Head long ago! How could a single sword strike destroy it?" he roared in disbelief.
The black dragon head combined the tangible and intangible, allowing it to attack both an enemy's body and divine soul while remaining impervious to physical or divine soul attacks. Ever since mastering this ability, he had never failed with it, even against opponents whose cultivation surpassed his own. Yet today, it had been destroyed in a single slash!
Shen Luo sneered. He had naturally recognized long ago that the black dragon head carried a divine soul attack, which was precisely why he had activated the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. No matter how ingenious Dragon Fang's ability was, as long as it contained divine soul power, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire would hold it firmly in check.
At the sight of Shen Luo's icy gaze, Dragon Fang shuddered in terror. Ignoring