Chapter 1308: Yellow Dragon Master Falls

On the mountaintop, a tall young man in a green shirt stood amidst the ruins. His gaze was firm, and his face was filled with murderous intent. As a gentle breeze swept by, his hair fluttered in the wind.

Wang Qingshan resembled a majestic mountain, giving off an unshakeable aura.

Judging by his aura, he had clearly advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

The Wang family now had another Nascent Soul cultivator, the Azure Lotus Sword Sovereign. In his youth, during major battles between various sects, the Wang family was caught in the conflict and attacked. Wang Qingshan personally witnessed many of his kin die at the hands of enemies. From then on, he vowed to master the strongest techniques to protect his family.

During the great war between humans and demons in the Eastern Barrens, Wang Changhao sacrificed himself to cover Wang Qingshan's retreat, dying at the hands of demonic beasts.

When three family strongholds were attacked, Wang Qingshan, lacking sufficient strength, could only endure hardships and diligently cultivate.

As he formed his Nascent Soul, these past events became his inner demons. He swore to kill all invading enemies.

Today, powerful enemies had invaded again. To hold them back, many family members were injured, and Wang Xiansheng self-detonated to create a diversion, aiming to buy Wang Qingshan time to form his Nascent Soul.

Wang Qingshan had already formed his Nascent Soul. This time, he would leave no regrets; he was determined to slay the powerful enemies and honor the souls of his deceased kin.

"Seventh Brother has formed his Nascent Soul!" Wang Qingqi clenched his fists, his expression becoming highly excited.

"A Spirit Treasure!" True Lord Huanglong's eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

While still in the Core Formation stage, he had stumbled upon an ancient cultivator's cave dwelling, fortuitously acquiring the Yellow Dragon Seal, a Spirit Treasure, and a large amount of cultivation resources. With the Yellow Dragon Seal, he had slain many powerful enemies and established his own sect in the Coral Sea Region, becoming renowned for a time.

It was beyond True Lord Huanglong's expectation that Wang Qingshan possessed a flying sword Spirit Treasure.

True Lord Huanglong's mind stirred. The Yellow Dragon Seal flew backward, striking Ye Haitang, while he himself transformed into a streak of yellow light and flew out of the island.

With Wang Qingshan wielding a Spirit Treasure, he dared not engage in battle.

At the same time, the Profound Yellow Mirror in his hand continuously emitted plumes of yellow mist, striking towards Wang Qingqi and the others.

Wang Qingqi and the others quickly dodged; they wouldn't dare to take the hit directly.

Wang Qingshan's mind stirred, and the Azure Lotus Sword transformed into a long azure rainbow, slashing towards the Yellow Dragon Seal. The Yellow Dragon Seal instantly flew backward, then took the opportunity to fly towards True Lord Huanglong.

"You killed my kin, and you think you can escape? Leave your life behind!" Wang Qingshan roared, and an astonishing sword intent erupted from his body.

True Lord Huanglong's escape route passed through Sword Peak, where numerous restrictions had been laid down, and a large number of flying swords were stored, many of them treasure-grade.

A sky-piercing clang of swords rang out as thousands of flying swords broke through Sword Peak's restrictions, transforming into a torrent that surged directly towards True Lord Huanglong.

The flying swords on the Wang family cultivators all lost control and flew towards the sky.

For a moment, multicolored flying swords danced erratically in the high sky, sword light crisscrossing.

True Lord Huanglong frowned. The Profound Yellow Mirror in his hand erupted with dazzling yellow light, unleashing a vast expanse of yellow mist towards the incoming flying swords.

Wang Qingshan formed a sword art, and all the flying swords instantly stopped, transforming into an enormous seven-colored lotus. The seven-colored lotus spun rapidly in the high sky, emitting a loud whooshing sound as incredibly sharp seven-colored sword qi streaks shot out, striking True Lord Huanglong.

"Well, well, Azure Lotus Island is quite lively today! You even dare to attack our Zhang family's in-laws with lethal force. Do you not regard us, husband and wife? Perhaps you should rest eternally on Azure Lotus Island!"

A gentle male voice came from the sky. For some unknown reason, upon hearing the man's voice, True Lord Huanglong, Jin Yu, Lady Jin Die, and Liu Haodong all felt a wave of drowsiness, and their minds momentarily wavered.

"Oh no, it's True Lord Baihuan, Zhang Wuchen's Dao companion! Illusion art, this is an illusion art!" True Lord Huanglong, being of higher cultivation, quickly regained his clarity.

Lin Yuzong, Zhang Wuchen's Dao companion, specialized in illusion arts and possessed a unique treasure. Combined with his cultivation technique, it could easily trap other cultivators in illusions. True Lord Huanglong had been fortunate enough to witness it firsthand.

Jin Yu's mind wavered. A chilly wind blew past, and Zhao Meier was already in front of her, her fingernails becoming incredibly sharp, directly piercing Jin Yu's defenses. She grabbed Jin Yu's heart and ripped it out. A large patch of golden flames swirled and enveloped Zhao Meier, who let out a scream.

A golden light flashed, and a miniature Nascent Soul flew out. A long, pink tongue shot out, instantly enveloping the miniature Nascent Soul and retracting into the golden sea of fire.

The golden flames flickered wildly and extinguished, revealing Zhao Meier's figure.

"Fool, did you really think I'd be afraid of your fire-attribute magical treasure!" Zhao Meier scoffed with a disdainful smile.

Simultaneously, above True Lord Huanglong's head, a large white hand, over twenty zhang in size, materialized out of thin air, its surface enveloped by a vast expanse of white electrical arcs.

A brilliant yellow light burst forth from True Lord Huanglong's body. A massive yellow flood dragon suddenly emerged, coiling unsteadily around him, and a deep yellow light barrier materialized, enveloping his entire body.

The white hand slapped down, immediately exploding. A vast expanse of white lightning enveloped True Lord Huanglong's figure.

A pillar of purple light descended from the sky, instantly merging into the white lightning and enveloping it.

Immortal Purple Moon had a small purple mirror above her head, which was precisely the spiritual art, Purple Moon Profound Light.

To slay True Lord Huanglong, she no longer held back.

Zhang Wuchen was first startled upon seeing the small purple mirror above Immortal Purple Moon's head, then rejoiced. She recognized the origin of this spiritual art.

She could now be certain that Wang Changsheng was definitely a descendant of the Zhenhai Sect.

The seven-colored lotus transformed into a giant seven-colored sword, hundreds of zhang long, instantly plunging into the white lightning, from which a series of shrill screams emanated.

Immortal Purple Moon was delighted; just as she was about to deliver another heavy blow to the opponent, spatial fluctuations appeared above her head, and a yellow hand, over ten zhang in size, materialized and quickly slapped down.

"Pfft!" Immortal Purple Moon plummeted rapidly towards the ground like a falling meteor, spitting out a large mouthful of vital blood.

Zhang Wuchen flipped her jade hand, and a pale white net appeared in her grasp. The net's surface was covered with white electrical arcs. With a flash of white light, the net vanished.

A white light suddenly illuminated the sky above the white lightning sea. The white net reappeared and quickly descended.

A scream. True Lord Huanglong was covered by the white net. The Profound Yellow Mirror in his hand once again emitted a plume of yellow mist, and the white net rapidly solidified into stone at a visible rate. True Lord Huanglong tore violently, and the white net instantly disintegrated.

A loud whooshing sound intensified as an azure light shot forth. Before True Lord Huanglong could react, the azure light pierced through his wrist, instantly creating a bloody hole. With a shake of his wrist, the Profound Yellow Mirror flew out of his grasp.

His mind stirred, and the Profound Yellow Mirror flew back towards him.

Just then, an azure sword-dragon, over a hundred zhang long, lunged forward.

The Profound Yellow Mirror once again emitted a plume of yellow mist, and the azure sword-dragon solidified into stone at a visible rate.

Using the Profound Yellow Mirror's petrification ability repeatedly, True Lord Huanglong's face turned pale.

Before he could catch his breath, Zhang Wuchen and Lin Yuzong lunged forward. He quickly controlled the Yellow Dragon Seal, sending it crashing towards the two.

A long azure rainbow descended from the sky. Before it even landed, it emanated an astonishing spiritual energy fluctuation, accompanied by a loud whooshing sound.

True Lord Huanglong tried to evade, but an extremely mournful wail echoed, and at the same time, Lin Yuzong's words rang in his ears: "Fellow Daoist Huang, you're tired. Go on and get some rest!"

With the ghost cultivator and illusion arts working in tandem, True Lord Huanglong's reaction immediately faltered. The azure rainbow struck True Lord Huanglong's body, splitting him in half. Not even his Nascent Soul managed to escape.

An azure light flashed, revealing the Azure Lotus Sword.