Chapter 973: Extinguishing the Flood Dragon

**Volume Six: Spirit Treasures**

**A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality VIP, Volume Six: Spirit Treasures**

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As the Fiery Flood Dragon instantly closed in, Han Li smiled faintly. With a slight tremor of his sleeve, a red light shot out from his fingertips and vanished in a flash. Simultaneously, a thunderous sound erupted behind him, and a pair of silver-white wings suddenly appeared, flapping gently.

A brilliant silver light burst forth. Just as a pair of sharp claws, enveloped in red light, were about to strike, Han Li's figure disappeared amidst the light. The Fiery Flood Dragon lunged, its attack missing its target.

Almost simultaneously, a sharp, subtle whooshing sound reached his ear. A crystal-clear red needle suddenly appeared beside the flood dragon, aiming directly for the vital spot between its brows, and plunged down fiercely. Flames pulsed erratically around the Fiery Flood Dragon, only slightly impeding the needle before it pierced through in a flash. It was precisely that extraordinarily sharp crystallized flying needle.

The flying needle was silent and incredibly swift. Unaware, the Fiery Flood Dragon was startled out of its wits when the needle appeared beside it. Without time to think, it frantically tried to twist its head away, but it was a moment too late.

With a soft pop, the demon let out a shrill shriek. One claw clutched most of its face, blood streaming between its fingers. The flying needle had pierced directly through the flood dragon's face, exiting from the other side.

Although the flying needle was extremely sharp, its innate fire-attribute demonic core prevented it from inflicting significant damage to the flood dragon. However, as it pierced the cheek, the needle, at Han Li's command, instantly expanded several times in size, creating a thumb-sized hole in the face, causing the demon excruciating pain.

Before the Fiery Flood Dragon could fully erupt in fury, a thunderclap sounded behind it. Han Li's figure reappeared, and with a sweep of his arm, a ten-foot-long golden light aggressively slashed downwards.

The Fiery Flood Dragon's heart sank. Ignoring the intense pain on its face, its tail flashed with red light and swelled several times in size, sweeping fiercely towards Han Li like a giant fan. It seemed determined to smash Han Li into a pulp, no matter the consequences.

Han Li was momentarily stunned by this sight. This demon truly deserved its title as a celestial beast, reacting with incredible speed. Few ordinary human cultivators could have reacted in time to his Thunder Escape sneak attack.

Thinking this, he shifted his divine sense. The golden sword light tilted slightly, first slashing towards the flood dragon's tail. The moment they made contact, the golden light cleaved through the red light, striking firmly against the flood dragon's tail.

The Fiery Flood Dragon's heart trembled. It hastily gathered all its demonic power into its tail, causing its tail and scales to become transparent and vibrant red. After a deafening roar, the golden light and bloody radiance intertwined, dazzling the eyes. Han Li narrowed his eyes, blue light flickering in his pupils, and immediately saw the situation clearly.

The golden sword, formed by combining several flying swords, had not severed the flood dragon's tail in one go. Instead, after splitting the scales, it had only penetrated a third of the way into the tail, temporarily blocked by a tough flood dragon bone.

Han Li's gaze flickered. He formed a hand seal, about to withdraw the flying sword and strike again. However, at that moment, a massive suction force emanated from the flood dragon's tail, trapping the flying sword firmly in place, unable to move even an inch.

“Without your magic weapon, let's see how you defend yourself!” The Fiery Flood Dragon let out a crazed, mocking laugh, its eyes filled with madness. It abruptly turned its head and opened its mouth, revealing a fist-sized, shimmering red orb within.

“A demon core!” Han Li's pupils contracted slightly, instantly recognizing the object. The demon seemed to know that a direct confrontation with him would be fruitless. Taking advantage of the opportunity to trap his natal magic weapon, it hardened its resolve, preparing to unleash a direct attack with its demon core.

Han Li's expression changed, and he let out a loud shout. His figure suddenly blurred, then with a flicker, three identical Han Lis strangely appeared, standing side by side. This scene naturally stunned the Fiery Flood Dragon. Before it could distinguish the real from the fake, all three Han Lis simultaneously sneered and flicked their sleeves. Three golden lights, several feet long, shot out from their sleeves, fiercely slashing towards the flood dragon.

The flood dragon was greatly alarmed. Seeing the three golden lights shooting towards it simultaneously from three directions, it panicked. It hastily spat out its demon core to meet the central golden light, while its two sharp claws, radiating intense red light, split apart, fiercely grabbing at the other two golden lights.

Although it had witnessed the sharpness of Han Li's flying swords, it didn't believe all three golden lights were real. Just like the three enemies, there must be two fakes and one real. If its demon core blocked the real one, its life would naturally be safe. If it blocked a fake, its claws were naturally tougher than its tail. It was willing to risk severe injury to one claw to temporarily hold back the real flying sword, intending to use its demon core to directly incinerate Han Li's true body.

Unfortunately, just as this thought crossed the demon's mind, a deafening roar erupted. The red light from the demon core instantly repelled the opposing golden light several tens of feet, revealing the true form of the flying sword.

“The middle flying sword was actually real,” the Fiery Flood Dragon thought with a surge of joy upon seeing this. However, the moment this thought appeared, the other two golden lights simultaneously flared brightly. In a flash, both grabbing claws simultaneously felt a chill, followed by an unspeakable, searing pain. Both sharp claws were instantly severed by more than half by the golden lights, which then shot forward like lightning towards the flood dragon's body.

“Ah!” The demon shrieked, spiritual light flickering around its body, as it tried to dart backward to evade. But just then, a purple lotus suddenly blossomed beneath its feet. As the lotus shadow flickered, an all-freezing chill erupted, instantly sending shivers down the flood dragon's spine and causing its movement to momentarily falter.

And in that brief delay, the two golden lights burst forth with dazzling brilliance, crossing over the flood dragon's head and slashing. With a crisp 'crack,' the massive flood dragon head rolled off its neck. The thick scales on its neck had failed to impede the slash in the slightest.

It turned out that just moments before, Han Li's fingers, hidden within his sleeves, had simultaneously formed a hand seal, concentrating most of his spiritual power onto the two flying swords. This allowed the terrifying power of the Geng Metal to fully manifest, making the flying swords instantly indestructible and virtually unstoppable. At this point, the other two 'Han Lis' flickered with green light before vanishing without a trace.

The moment the flood dragon's head fell, Han Li's actions didn't cease. He abruptly pointed at the two flying swords again, and with a loud crackle of thunder, two thick golden arcs simultaneously shot out from the sword blades, forming a golden electric net that descended upon the target. Almost simultaneously, a red light suddenly flashed from the severed neck of the flood dragon's corpse. A miniature red flood dragon frantically shot towards the sky, only to plunge headfirst into the golden net.

By the time it realized something was wrong and tried to change course and escape, the electric net had already closed, trapping it like a bird in a cage. The flood dragon's soul was utterly terrified, and it desperately spewed forth wisps of fiery flames from its mouth, striking the golden net, attempting to break free.

However, Han Li, who was well-prepared, merely let out a cold snort. Without visibly doing anything, the electric net rapidly shrank, confining the flood dragon's soul to a small area about ten feet across. Instead of detonating the net to annihilate it like he would a common cultivator, Han Li flipped his palm, and a small jade-green bottle appeared in his hand. Raising his hand, he casually waved it towards the electric net. Countless thin golden threads shot out from the net, intertwining and coiling towards the center. The flood dragon's soul desperately dodged, but in such a small space, there was nowhere to escape. Moments later, it was entangled into a fist-sized golden silk ball, unable to struggle in the slightest.

Then, Han Li gently shook the small bottle in his hand, aiming it at the golden ball. A stream of white light shot out from the bottle, instantly engulfing the golden silk ball and drawing it inside. Only then did Han Li's expression finally relax.

“Though this Spirit Shadow Art is a minor technique, it proves quite useful in actual combat,” Han Li murmured. “No wonder Golden Haze Mountain considers this secret art a legacy.” He raised his hand and made a grabbing motion towards the flood dragon's corpse, which was still enveloped in flames. Instantly, another golden flying sword shot back from the flood dragon's tail. Subsequently, the head and body were also absorbed by Han Li into a prepared storage bag.

As for the Grade Eight demon core, now without its master, Han Li naturally wouldn't forget it. He carefully stored it away in a jade box. The surrounding demonic clouds and sea of fire, now without the Fiery Flood Dragon's magical power to sustain them, naturally began to dissipate bit by bit.

Han Li seized this opportunity to glance towards the other battlefields. He unconsciously furrowed his brow. The Core Formation cultivators were faring well. Relying on their numerical advantage over the Grade Seven flood dragons, they were fighting evenly and showed no signs of losing ground. However, the Nascent Soul stage expert on the other side was in a dire situation. He was completely suppressed by the Grade Eight Blue Flood Dragon and already seemed to be struggling.

“A Grade Eight demonic beast is a rare find,” Han Li muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes. “Might as well take care of this one too.” Then, a brilliant green light erupted around him, and he was about to fly away.

“Young Han, don't be so greedy,” the Da Yan Godly Monarch's voice suddenly transmitted to him. “I've sensed other cultivators flying towards us. If you delay any longer, you might not be able to leave. The South Sea Sect has expended such great effort to encircle and annihilate these flood dragons, precisely for the Grade Eight demonic beasts. If you kill them all, they won't let it go easily.”

“The South Sea Sect people are here? They're fast,” Han Li said, surprised by the news and confirming it with his divine sense, his expression darkening. “Forget it then! Though it's a pity, I'll leave now.” Then, before the last wisps of demonic cloud completely dissipated, he vanished from his spot, concealing his presence, and quietly left the area.

Meanwhile, the Grade Eight Blue Flood Dragon had already sensed the demise of the Fiery Flood Dragon. In a mix of shock and rage, it launched an utterly frenzied assault, immediately putting the already heavily suppressed expert in a perilous position. The expert inwardly cursed his misfortune, a strong urge to retreat growing in his heart.

Just then, spiritual lights flickered in two distant points in the sky simultaneously. Following this, two teams of over ten cultivators each shot forth from two different directions. Upon seeing this, the Grade Eight Blue Flood Dragon instantly knew things were bad. It hastily suppressed its inner rage, let out a piercing shriek, and without another word, plunged towards the sea surface.

The other Grade Seven flood dragons, hearing the shriek, were equally startled and followed suit. However, this time, neither the expert nor the other cultivators would let them escape so easily. They immediately pursued relentlessly, preventing them from easily escaping into the deep sea. For a time, the struggle became even more dangerous and ferocious...

Han Li had no interest whatsoever in the subsequent battle. After flying a hundred li away, he immediately revealed his escape light and fled towards the depths of the ocean without looking back. He needed to find an uninhabited spiritual island in the ocean to begin refining the Da Yan Godly Monarch's mechanical puppets.