Dragon Soul

Shen Luo immediately noticed what was happening with the middle-aged scholar. He had personally experienced the power of the Golden Light Sword Formation, yet the scholar could confront it head-on. His strength was far beyond anything Shen Luo could match.

But the golden Magic Formation in the river radiated righteous energy. The dragon head it suppressed had to be something evil and absolutely could not be taken away.

He looked toward the Great Tang Government Office. No one had come over yet; clearly, they had not noticed the situation here.

Gritting his teeth slightly, he flipped a hand and drew out the Azure Short Axe, then slashed through the air at the middle-aged scholar.

Thick bolts of azure Lei shot from the short axe, instantly converging into a single bolt as thick as a water barrel. Like a furious thunder dragon, it bared its fangs and claws as it pounced on the middle-aged scholar.

Now that Shen Luo had advanced to the Soul Condensation Stage, he could finally unleash the Azure Short Axe's full power.

But a black shadow flashed before the middle-aged scholar, and a black spectral ghost several dozen feet tall appeared, opening its mouth and inhaling.

The thick azure Lei flashed into the ghost's mouth and was swallowed in a single gulp, seemingly causing it no harm at all.

"What!" Shen Luo's eyes widened slightly.

The azure Lei contained within the short axe was not as formidable as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, but it was still highly effective against ghosts. Yet this ghost had swallowed it whole.

During that brief delay, the two black dragon claws forcibly broke through the countless sword phantoms within the pillar of light, seized the dragon head inside the formation, and were about to pull it out.

With a sky-piercing hum