"So that was it. The two attacks on Chang'an City were both your doing. Your target was the Dragon Vein of Great Tang, wasn't it, Jing River Dragon King?" Shen Luo's expression darkened as he looked at the demons before him. Turning to Cheng Yaojin, he spoke coldly.
"Oh? You actually detected my presence. It seems you haven't been idle these past years. You've gained a bit of skill indeed." A phantom figure shot out from Cheng Yaojin's body and slowly solidified into the Jing River Dragon King.
The black strange sword fell into his hand, its sword radiance flaring as the nearby void hummed and trembled.
"The Dragon-Slaying Sword! This sword actually fell into your hands as well. It seems Fellow Daoist Jing River has not been idle these past years either, plotting many things in secret," Shen Luo said gravely as he looked at the black sword.
Though its aura differed, it was undoubtedly the very Dragon-Slaying Sword from back then.
"This Dragon-Slaying Sword was forged from the immortal bones of my Dragon Race. Naturally, it should return to my hand. You brat had some ties with me back then, and you are Xiuer's friend. For Xiuer's sake, as long as you submit to me, I can let bygones be bygones." The Jing River Dragon King flicked the Dragon-Slaying Sword with a finger as he spoke.
"Surrender to demons like you? Jing River Dragon King, have you practiced demonic arts for so many years that you've turned your brain to mush?" Shen Luo sneered.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Since you insist on courting death, hand over your life! Kill!" The Jing River Dragon King's face turned cold. He raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword and pointed it at Shen Luo.
The demons at his side