Chapter 1160: Golden Flood Dragon's Fierce Flame

The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators, still locked in battle, suddenly unleashed various incredible secret arts. Some vanished after a flash of white light, disappearing from the spot, while others spat out vital blood, transforming into eerie streaks of blood-red light to escape. Each of them, willing to suffer significant spiritual energy depletion, desperately abandoned their opponents and fled.

A bone-chilling snort echoed from mid-air. A ferocious expression appeared on the Golden Flood Dragon King’s face. With a single wave of his hand, following a clap of thunder, a strange two-colored golden and silver light shot forth.

The demon actually hurled the golden spear in his hand directly and forcefully towards the slender old man.

As soon as the strange light was launched, it mysteriously flickered and vanished into thin air.

“Not good!”

The distant Qingyan old man had been paying close attention to every move of the Golden Flood Dragon King. Upon seeing this, his heart trembled, and he abruptly flung the azure mirror in his hand backward.

Amidst a burst of azure light, a phantom full moon materialized. It was several zhang wide, shrouded in a misty azure glow, completely engulfing the old man’s figure.

Almost at the instant the ‘Clear Moon’ formed, a golden spear, transformed into a giant over ten zhang long, appeared close by. With a flash of silver lightning on its surface, it struck the center of the ‘Clear Moon’ with a thunderous roar.

The surface of the ‘Clear Moon’ shattered inch by inch like a mirror. The giant spear immediately plunged into the moon, scattering it with a single strike.

“Ah!” Witnessing this scene, the slender old man was greatly alarmed. A shimmer of purple light flashed around him, and he attempted to use some secret art to escape.

But at that very instant, the golden spear, now reduced to nearly half its size, shot out from the lingering moon shadow. After a flash, it mysteriously pierced the purple light.

A loud bang!

It was unknown what grade of ancient treasure that brocade handkerchief was, but the phantom purple light managed to block the attack. Even so, the slender old man was struck as if by lightning, sent flying several zhang away, completely unable to control his body in the slightest.

Mid-air, the Golden Flood Dragon King raised a leg, and his body incredibly traversed a distance of over ten zhang. With just a few blurs, he instantly caught up to the slender old man and, without a word, reached out to grab him.

His five fingers gleamed with golden light, as if forged from pure gold.

The slender old man had only just recovered slightly from the previous strike. Upon seeing the Golden Flood Dragon King's move, his face instantly turned bloodless. In desperation, he opened his mouth, and a green light shot out, revealing a fist-sized, jade-green round bead. With a ‘clang,’ the golden claw unceremoniously snatched the bead into his palm, but their collision produced a crisp sound like metal rubbing against a board. However, the green bead instantly expanded rapidly, as if about to shoot out of his hand.

A cold glint flashed in the Golden Flood Dragon King's eyes. Five-inch long claws suddenly emerged from his fingers, and coin-sized golden scales appeared on the back of his hand.

With a muffled ‘thud,’ the demon actually crushed the round bead with his bare hands.

After a dazzling flash of green light, the golden claw appeared unharmed, showing no damage whatsoever.

“Dragon Transformation Art!”

The slender old man cried out in dismay the instant the bead was destroyed, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of vital blood, his mind connected to it. However, this delay allowed him, enveloped in purple light, to shoot out again, instantly widening the distance between him and the Golden Flood Dragon King by over ten zhang.

But this time, the Golden Flood Dragon King did not pursue. Instead, his face under the armor darkened, and he slowly punched out with one hand towards the distant purple light.

Above the purple light, a golden fist, about a zhang in size, mysteriously appeared and struck downward like lightning.

After a deafening ‘boom,’ the slender old man was sent flying diagonally downward by the giant fist. He plummeted onto the stone peak like a meteor, directly piercing a several-zhang-wide hole through a pavilion, and was then buried by countless broken stones.

A cold sneer played on the Golden Flood Dragon King’s lips. With a movement of his body, he appeared next to the pavilion’s core the next moment, standing at the edge of the large hole and gazing inside.

He raised an arm, his palm gleaming golden, ready to finish off the slender old man in one swift blow.

But at that very instant, his expression changed. He abruptly shifted the direction of his arm and snatched at a certain spot in front of the pavilion’s main gate, simultaneously roaring:

“Who’s there? Get out!” Five streaks of golden claw light flashed out and instantly vanished into the ground.

After a few muffled ‘puffs,’ five several-zhang-long, dark, incredibly deep trenches appeared in front of the pavilion. However, the surrounding ground showed no other abnormalities, and no figures emerged.

Seeing this, the Golden Flood Dragon King, standing near the pavilion, blinked his eyes several times, a hint of surprise and doubt on his face. Just now, he had felt an inexplicable shiver without any warning, which had sent a chill through his entire body, causing him to attack almost without hesitation.

This demon hadn't actually discovered anything. Instead, it was the innate, mysterious perception of a Heavenly Spirit Beast that prompted him to make such a subconscious move.

This kind of premonition of danger had saved his life several times throughout his tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

But now that the attack had missed, the Golden Flood Dragon King hesitated, unsure if it had been a momentary illusion.

He grabbed with one hand in front of him! After a roar, the golden long spear materialized, wreathed in electric snakes.

Without a word, the demon snatched the spear and swung it fiercely downward.

The golden spear, amidst flashing silver arcs, instantly transformed into a dazzling rainbow that shot downward, then mysteriously flickered and vanished mid-flight. When it reappeared, the spear was already embedded in the ground about twenty zhang away from the pavilion.

With a ‘rumble,’ the golden spear disappeared into the ground.

Immediately, a muffled groan was heard, and then the surrounding ground shattered completely, sending countless debris flying everywhere. At the same time, a purple light burst from the ground amidst the chaotic rubble—it was the slender old man.

At this moment, however, the old man’s face was pale, blood stained his lips, and the purple light around him flickered erratically, showing signs of imminent collapse. It seemed that although the purple light was miraculous, repeated heavy blows from the Golden Flood Dragon King had finally made it unsustainable.

As soon as the old man was forced out, he immediately shot frantically towards the outside of the stone peak.

A more intense, ferocious grin appeared on the Golden Flood Dragon King’s lips. He grabbed downward again, and the golden long spear reappeared from thin air.

After another swing of his single arm, the slender old man, whose escape light had slowed considerably, despite conjuring a shield and an iron ruler, found them utterly useless before the golden spear that flashed before him!

After two loud bangs, both treasures were instantly shattered by a single blow, and the golden spear continued its path without the slightest pause.

Although the slender old man desperately dodged, with the speed of this spear, he simply could not evade it.

As a result, the golden spear pierced through the now thinning purple light and flashed through his chest.

This mid-Nascent Soul cultivator let out a tragic cry and plummeted downward. He fell to the ground and lay motionless in an instant. On his upturned chest, there was a black, charred hole the size of a bowl, with several thin silver arcs flickering erratically around it, and a faint smell of something burnt emanated from it.

“Hmph, for a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator to think of escaping from this King’s grasp is simply a pipe dream!” the Golden Flood Dragon King said expressionlessly after raising his hand to recall the golden long spear.

He then flicked his single hand, and with a whoosh, several claws shot out. They expanded against the wind, instantly transforming into golden giant nails about a chi long, forcefully pinning the old man’s limbs and neck to the ground.

Immediately, runes on the nails flickered, and several golden chains appeared, forcefully sealing the old man in place, preventing his Nascent Soul from escaping his body.

Only then did the Golden Flood Dragon King relax. He reached out with one hand towards the old man, and the storage pouch on his waist was directly pulled into his hand. After scanning it with his divine sense, his expression instantly darkened.

He raised his head menacingly, sweeping his gaze across the sky!

In just a few moments, among the other fleeing Nascent Soul cultivators, two were once again entangled by their original demon cultivators. However, another grey-robed old man holding a gourd and a separate mass of blood mist had already vanished, appearing as mere black dots in the blink of an eye.

Behind the grey-robed old man, however, newly appeared demon cultivators were relentlessly pursuing him in a concerted effort.

The mass of blood mist, however, was leaving the other two original demon cultivators farther and farther behind, its escape speed far surpassing its pursuers.

The Golden Flood Dragon King’s mouth twitched slightly. He glanced at the distant blood mist, and after a brief contemplation, his body moved, and a streak of golden light shot directly towards the blood mist.

Watching the receding golden light, Han Li, standing by the pavilion’s main gate, quietly let out a breath.

Just now, seeing the Golden Flood Dragon King strike the slender old man into the pavilion, his heart stirred. He had been quite tempted to intervene, subdue the slender old man, and directly search him to see if that high-grade spirit stone was on his person.

However, he ultimately decided it wasn’t safe enough and forcibly held himself back.

But he hadn’t expected the Golden Flood Dragon King’s divine sense to be so keen. In that fleeting moment of his distraction, the other party had sensed something and abruptly swiped at the spot where he stood.

Fortunately, his current movement technique was incredibly profound. With a silent shimmer, he instantly appeared on the other side of the pavilion’s main gate, and the grab naturally struck empty air.

And from the Golden Flood Dragon King’s expression just now, it seemed the slender old man’s storage pouch indeed did not contain that high-grade spirit stone. The old man would also not have hidden the spirit stone directly on his person.

After all, something with such pure spiritual energy would be instantly detectable by anyone if not stored in a storage pouch.

Han Li paid no attention to the slender old man on the ground, his gaze also turning towards several spots in the sky.

At this moment, beneath the blue demonic mist, only an unknown Level Eight demon cultivator floated motionless in the air, seemingly left behind by the Golden Flood Dragon King specifically to guard the stone peak.

This demon cultivator’s face was pale blue and ferocious, with patches of blue scales covering his bare arms and thighs, making him appear exceptionally fierce.

Suddenly, this demon cultivator turned his head and gazed to one side.

Seeing this, Han Li’s heart stirred, and he also turned his head to look in the same direction.

Not far away, a ball of yellow light was flying towards them, faintly revealing a demon beast seemingly holding something.

Han Li’s gaze flickered, and blue light suddenly shone in his pupils as he activated the Mingshen Spirit Eyes ability, clearly seeing the demon beast within the yellow light.