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The citizens of Jiangling were fleeing in panic, while the cultivators of Baiyun Palace remained steadfast, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene, waiting for the ritual to be completed.
In this critical moment, Ji Linglong gritted her teeth and drew her whip, lightly tapping the bamboo raft before leaping onto the dragon's head. She swung her whip fiercely, striking the creature across the face.
However, the tough-skinned beast seemed unfazed by her attack; it did not suffer even a scratch. Panic surged within Ji Linglong as she recalled the girls below. Struggling to maintain her composure, she shouted, "You foul insect, your opponent is me! With that disgusting appearance of yours, you think you can eat us? Dream on!"
The enraged dragon glared at her with fury, raising its head in an attempt to throw her off. Ji Linglong quickly lashed her whip around one of its horns, preventing herself from being flung away. Below, the girls were tossed about by the surging waves, desperately clinging to the bamboo raft. They held each other's hands tightly, but as another wave crashed down, they nearly got swept off.
"Help! Someone save us!" the girls cried out in fear.
Yet amidst the chaos, some fled for their lives while others watched coldly from a distance, ignoring their pleas. A few even harbored malicious thoughts, wishing for the dragon to devour them quickly so that this calamity could come to an end sooner.
"Save us! Please!" they cried again.
The palace master was furious. "Who is that girl?"
One elder wiped his brow nervously. "That seems to be Jiang Xinglian, the only daughter of Lord Jiang. I believe she was recently named Jiangling's most beautiful woman."
The palace master's cold laughter echoed in response. "A mere mortal can perform such techniques? You've all been fooled, fools!"
Her movements were sharp and precise; her familiarity with spiritual power indicated years of training. How could a young lady from a lord's household wield a weapon like this? Observing her stature and complexion, she appeared to be no older than those girls below. At such a young age to possess such skill—she must either be a family elite or a disciple of a major sect.
As the master of Baiyun Palace watched her every move, he discerned a hint of the Tianyi Sword Technique within her actions.
Tianyi Sword Technique—the introductory sword technique of the Xiaoyao Sect?
"Is she a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect?" The sect leader's fury escalated. "Why is there a disciple from Xiaoyao Sect here? How could you all be so oblivious?"
The elders below hesitated to speak up as their minds raced to connect the dots. Finally, they recalled the reason behind it all.
Not long ago, two young cultivators, suspected to be from a major sect, had indeed come here. Although some had speculated about the Celestial Wanderer Sect, it was merely baseless conjecture. Just because they were young and had high cultivation, did that mean they must be from the Celestial Wanderer Sect? Could they not be scions of some noble family or exceptionally gifted rogue cultivators?
The people from Baiyun Palace had also monitored these two for a while. However, upon realizing that their behavior was erratic and seemingly aimless, they withdrew their surveillance. Who would have thought that at such a critical moment, disaster would strike?
An elder trembled as he spoke, sweat pouring down his face. "Palace Master, we were not oblivious; it’s just that they disguised themselves too well. We thought they were merely unrelated individuals."
"They?" Who else was there besides this girl?
Just as Ji Linglong was about to fall into the jaws of the evil dragon, a sharp white light surged forth, accompanied by a thunderous sound and overwhelming spiritual power. It struck the dragon, leaving it wounded and howling in pain.
Elder Chang quickly brought her behind him and glanced at her with concern. "Are you alright?"
Ji Linglong's face turned pale as she shook her head repeatedly. "I’m fine; it’s just that this evil dragon is too powerful. Can you deal with it, Elder?"
Elder Chang's expression grew serious. "I will do my best."
With a wave of his hand, he sent Ji Linglong and the girl in the water to the shore with a gust of gentle spiritual force.
Before the evil dragon stood a figure holding a whisk, floating in mid-air and standing firm—the Clear Void True Person. The previous fierce strike had been his doing.
The dragon glared at him with murderous intent, its throat rumbling as it spoke in a deep, resonant voice. "Human race, you are the only one here worthy of my attention."
As for the red-clad girl earlier, she was merely an agile and annoying fly to him. The reason it hadn’t finished her off was simply to toy with her; once it had enough fun, it would naturally devour her. But just then, this human cultivator had interrupted its game.
This human was strong, but not stronger than itself. Since he had disturbed its good fortune, he deserved to die.
"Human race," it said with a greedy glint in its eyes as it licked its lips. "To die in my jaws is your honor."
It hadn’t tasted the flavor of high-level cultivators in a long time and wondered if it would still be as delicious as before.
The river surged, and the evil dragon emerged from the water, revealing most of its massive body. It stood tall, its head held high, casting a shadow that obscured the sky, making the old Daoist floating in front of it seem as insignificant as a speck of dust.
It opened its foul mouth, eyes glowing red, and its aura suddenly intensified a hundredfold, pressing down on everyone like a towering mountain that left them unable to stand upright.
Even Elder Chang paused in place, his knees half-bent. The group of cultivators from Baiyun Palace were completely overwhelmed, prostrating themselves on the ground. Many disciples exploded into a bloody mess, unable to utter even a final word.
Humans, prepare to die!
Ji Linglong lay on the ground, struggling to pull out the jade talisman from her bosom. Gritting her teeth, she shouted loudly, "Qi Xiao, hurry up! Do you want us all to accompany you to the grave?"
With that single moment, it was done.
Qi Xiao delivered his final blow to the stone wall, which collapsed with a thunderous crash. Dust filled the air as the entire secret passage trembled violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
He hurriedly picked up the corpse wrapped in red cloth from the ground and smashed through the earth above him, soaring into the air.
Amidst the earth-shaking chaos, a massive illusory golden dragon shadow let out a long roar and sped toward the banks of the Xunjiang River.
The evil dragon, still toying with the cultivators, trembled all over as if sensing some soul-originated nemesis. Its eyes quivered with immense fear and disbelief.
It... it actually returned? How is this possible?
The evil dragon quickly turned around, attempting to dive back into the water, but a golden dragon shadow instantly passed through its body.
It froze for a moment before its entire form began to thrash violently in the river, emitting incomprehensible roars that sounded like both fear and threats.
The dragon felt as if its brain had been cleaved open; an unbearable pain coursed through it.
It howled at the sky, trying to reclaim control over its body, but an inexplicable force gently yet firmly infiltrated every part of it until its consciousness was completely submerged.
No! It was unwilling!
This could not be its end!
Realizing Zhenren struggled to rise from the ground. He wiped away blood from his lips and warily observed the scene before him.
The evil dragon stared quietly at him; despite being riddled with malice, its eyes no longer held any hostility.
As for that overwhelming pressure that had nearly crushed them moments ago—it had vanished without a trace.
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