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The dust stirred up by the fierce collision between sword qi and the Demon Dragon's power had yet to fully disperse, hanging like a heavy curtain. Yet the battle had already shifted like a sudden storm, plunging once more into raging waves.
Using the powerful recoil generated when the Netherworld Demon Dragon phantom swept the sword qi back, Yan Jiu shot toward Chen Wu like an arrow loosed from its bow, his blood-red eyes brimming with frenzied killing intent.
"Chen Clan brat, today is the day you die!"
His hands rapidly formed seals. The Netherworld Demon Dragon phantom unleashed a heaven-shaking roar, its sound rolling outward like a surging tide.
Then an even denser mass of purple-black poisonous flame gathered in the dragon's mouth. It churned and seethed like ghostfire from hell, radiating a spine-chilling aura.
His Sixth Soul Skill, [Demon Dragon Coiling in the Abyss], could control, attack, and defend. Like Zhu Yanfeng's [Stone Armor Berserk], it formed the tactical core of his fighting style.
It required not only deep reserves of soul power, but also precise control and flexible application. It was the starting point for Yan Jiu's many variations and secret techniques.
Secret Technique: [Netherworld Dragon Flame]!
Within that mass of purple-black poisonous flame, the resentment of the Netherworld Demon Dragon faintly churned, as though countless wronged souls were wailing and cursing.
That resentment spread as if it had substance, threatening to drag every living creature in the world into an endless abyss of darkness.
Facing the lethal attack surging toward him, Chen Wu's expression was iron-hard, but he showed no intention of retreating.
The longsword gripped tightly in his hand trembled slightly. Azure light immediately flowed across its blade, as though countless strands of sword intent were surging