Chapter 463: Chapter 101 Fierce Battle
Ye Changsheng and Luo Lihong heard the sound but couldn’t tell where it came from.
“It’s that guy!”
A black, ominous feather floated past Luo Lihong’s face, startling her. She immediately unleashed the Flower Picking Finger, striking at the black feather.
The seemingly flimsy black feather revealed a terrifying figure within, as if emerging from a miniature world. An unstoppable claw tore through the air, striking with such force that it repelled Luo Lihong and advanced towards her.
Shifting Flowers Connecting Wood.
Ye Changsheng and Luo Lihong switched positions, moving her to safety while he blocked the claw with the Twilight Snow Sword.
Crow Old Dao raised an eyebrow. “How did your strength recover?”
“Ye Changsheng, he’s Crow Old Dao, a great demon!” Luo Lihong warned. “He’s incredibly powerful, be careful. He defeated me and the other elders of Wuhua Palace by himself!”
“Crow Old Dao, I’ve heard of your name, the former King of the Demon Race,” Ye Changsheng said, gazing at him. “You were a force to be reckoned with, unmatched by anyone.”
“Mere fleeting fame. Crow Old Dao’s demonic power surged like a mountain flood, pushing Ye Changsheng back.
“I’ve given my word to the Emperor Lord that no one will leave Stone City. You and the Wuhua Palace Mistress are important figures to the Emperor Lord. If you return to your cells now, you can avoid death, and I won’t harm you.”
Ye Changsheng looked at Crow Old Dao, unyielding. “We must leave this place. If you wish to fight, then fight. We have no regrets even if we die.”
“Good, I like straightforward powerhouses. I’ve been waiting for those words!”
Crow Old Dao spread his wings, his black feathers obscuring the sky and sun, like a black snowstorm descending upon the world, dimming the sun and moon, and infecting the air with a chilling killing intent.
Crow Old Dao controlled all the ominous black feathers, appearing like a black sun, its dark radiance almost blinding the eyes.
Luo Lihong could barely breathe. It was these black feathers that had withered the Peach Forest Sea and destroyed the Star Vortex formation. Even the Scarlet Wast within the Star Vortex formation hadn’t lasted a single exchange before being heavily wounded.
Each of these black feathers possessed the strength of an Integration Stage cultivator. This was how Crow Old Dao earned his title of “unmatched by anyone.” Even ten thousand Integration Stage cultivators would be mere fodder for him.
“Rise!”
Crow Old Dao let out a long roar towards the heavens, his wings stirring up a spatial storm. The falling black feathers were like an avalanche, with black snowdrifts from all directions converging towards the center.
Luo Lihong realized there was no retreat. Her Flower Picking Finger struck the tidal wave of black feathers like a clay ox entering the sea, utterly ineffective.
Crow Old Dao truly seemed to be serious now, exhibiting even greater power than before.
“Don’t move, I’ll protect you.”
Ye Changsheng held Luo Lihong’s soft body close and unleashed the Twilight Snow Sword, stirring up wind and snow. However, this wind and snow seemed insignificant against the ten-thousand-foot-tall black tide.
“Sword Domain, manifest.”
Ye Changsheng formed a Sword Domain at the center of the Twilight Snow Sword. He poured the radiant golden spring from his Spiritual Sea into the Sword Domain, and the silver wind and snow were tinged with golden light. The golden boundary clashed with the black tide.
Gold and darkness collided, yet they managed to defend a small patch of heaven and earth. No matter how the black killing intent surged, the golden Sword Domain remained unmoving, like a divine land carved out of primeval chaos by a god, impervious to any darkness.
*So strong.* Luo Lihong marveled inwardly. She looked at the young man protecting her, lost in thought, and reminded of someone in her dreams.
Though their faces were completely different, Luo Lihong felt a strange sense of mistaken identity; Ye Changsheng was Qi Zhen.
“Thank you,” Luo Lihong said instinctively.
“I can’t let you get hurt, or I’ll have no face to see Yingying,” Ye Changsheng replied.
“…Is it only because of Yingying?” Luo Lihong murmured softly, with a hint of complaint.
With Ye Changsheng’s cultivation, he could hear even the softest of words.
“Of course not. The biggest reason is you, because my life was given by Luo Lihong. I can’t let anyone harm my important benefactor.”
“You…” Luo Lihong was speechless.
“Stay here. The Twilight Snow Sword will protect you, unless I die.” Ye Changsheng gently placed Luo Lihong down within the Twilight Snow Sword’s Sword Domain.
He then stepped into the air, forming the Mountain Embracing Seal, conjuring ten thousand great mountains. These mountains seemed to hold the souls of numerous Sacred Spirits within them, their aura spreading in all directions, unstoppable. They carved a path through the black tide.
Ye Changsheng walked this path, arriving before Crow Old Dao.
“As expected of a cultivator who can contend against hidden great powers alone, truly extraordinary,” Crow Old Dao exclaimed. “You can even neutralize my Ten Thousand Feathers Killing Tide. I, Crow Old Dao, acknowledge you as a strong contender!”
Blood-red light surged in Crow Old Dao’s eyes. He let out a roar that pierced the clouds and reached the nine heavens. The sound waves could shatter ancient stones harder than meteoric iron. It was likely that a Void Comprehension Realm cultivator would turn into a mist of blood on the spot!
Indeed, the legend of Crow Old Dao fighting three hidden great powers alone was not false. Ye Changsheng even suspected he had suppressed all three by himself back then.
The endless, ominous black feathers transformed into blood crows, each exuding a chilling killing intent, flying through the air. Their sharp cries intertwined, like a harbinger of the world’s end.
“This is the ‘Flock of Crows Bringing Calamity to the World’ Dao Image!” Luo Lihong was extremely surprised.
Some exceptionally talented cultivators, during their journey of seeking the Dao, could manifest their understanding of the Dao into a Dao Image. These Dao Images often possessed immense destructive power, something ordinary cultivators could not achieve; one in a million.
“Your strength is even greater than the legends, Crow Old Dao,” Ye Changsheng said.
Even the Undying Daoist didn’t manifest a Dao Image when fighting Ye Changsheng. For Crow Old Dao, at the peak of the Void Comprehension Realm, to possess such an understanding of the Dao, if he could overcome the Heavenly Tribulation and step into the True Immortal Realm, his cultivation would likely skyrocket.
“In that case, Human Race, show me your true abilities to fight me!” Crow Old Dao, feeling that he still wasn’t enough to defeat Ye Changsheng, produced an Immortal Weapon bestowed by Bai Qi.
A gleaming silver spear, as if washed in fresh blood, its sharpness cutting through space with every swing, its might unparalleled in the world.
The Heavenly Dragon Spear!
Ye Changsheng recognized the Immortal Weapon. It was one of the divine weapons from his Master’s treasury, rumored to be forged from the residual bones of a Heavenly Dragon, containing the power of a dragon soul.
*She’s truly generous to give away such an Immortal Weapon. I haven’t even had a chance to touch the Heavenly Dragon Spear!* Ye Changsheng was very displeased, accusing his Master of favoritism.
“Take this!”
Crow Old Dao’s black wings vibrated powerfully, like a Roc soaring to the zenith, finally resting in the highest heavens, his robes fluttering, a king looking down upon all beings.
The dragon soul within the Heavenly Dragon Spear manifested, letting out a roar like a awakened dragon, shaking mountains and rivers. The chaotic flock of crows converged, as if merging with Crow Old Dao, transforming into a colossal black dragon.
“Kill!”
Crow Old Dao’s blood essence surged, and the Heavenly Dragon Spear in his hand shone with a silver brilliance. He placed the “dragon’s eye” upon the blood-blackened great dragon, making it appear like a true dragon, piercing the void and crushing the heavens. Merely looking at it was enough to shatter one’s soul.
The ‘Dragon Painting Dotting the Eye’ Dao Image!
Luo Lihong was stunned. She never expected Crow Old Dao had been hiding his strength, possessing such unparalleled power. Wielding the Immortal Weapon Heavenly Dragon Spear and manifesting the ‘Dragon Painting Dotting the Eye’ Dao Image, he could likely kill an ordinary True Immortal. How could they possibly fight this?
Facing the astonishing great dragon, Ye Changsheng didn’t panic. A hint of ferocity flickered across his face.
“Crow Old Dao, let me show you a bit of my true ability. Dao Image!”
Ye Changsheng didn’t use the Dao Image of his Wood element Spirit Root but instead unleashed the Dao Image of his Void Spirit Root.
Boundless, dark, turbid chaos seemed to surge beneath his feet. This turbid, dim, and lifeless chaos swept through the world. The chaotic energy felt like a voracious beast, greedily devouring everything it touched.
All existence in the world seemed to be submerged into nothingness. In this void, even the dragon soul of the Immortal Weapon Heavenly Dragon Spear was suppressed.
“What is this Dao Image?!”
Crow Old Dao saw a river of death flowing through the void, with dead stars floating and sinking within it. These dead stars were formed from the demise of worlds, devoid of life, filled with the corrupting energy of death.
The black great dragon plunged into the river of death. Floating dead stars collided with it, crushing the flock of crows, causing the ‘Dragon Painting Dotting the Eye’ Dao Image to gradually collapse.
The crows’ blood stained the river of death red. Countless corpses floated on its surface, instilling dread and terror. Crow Old Dao was greatly alarmed. Why did Ye Changsheng possess such a terrifying Dao Image?
Crow Old Dao wielded the Heavenly Dragon Spear. Even this Immortal Weapon, which could easily cleave space, struggled to move in the river of death, as if stuck in a quagmire. He couldn’t push aside the river’s waters, let alone the dead stars that were converging.
“Ye Changsheng!” Luo Lihong cried out.
Ye Changsheng turned to see Luo Lihong also being engulfed by the river of death. The dead stars were impacting the Twilight Snow Sword’s golden Sword Domain, which was shaking precariously.
“I can’t delay any longer. I can’t control this Dao Image; I’ll be swallowed myself soon.” Ye Changsheng’s Immortal Step carried him through the air as he arrived before Crow Old Dao.
“Slash!”
Ye Changsheng used his hands as blades, severing Crow Old Dao’s wings and breaking his brute demonic body, causing him to bleed profusely. The ‘Dragon Painting Dotting the Eye’ Dao Image also shattered.
Crow Old Dao fell to the ground, utterly disheveled, his demonic king’s demeanor gone.
“…I have lost.”
Ye Changsheng withdrew his Void Spirit Root’s Dao Image, allowing Luo Lihong to escape danger.
He approached the Heavenly Dragon Spear, intending to retrieve it, but sensed a wisp of divine sense left by his Master. The silver spear suddenly lunged towards his throat.
“That’s it?”
Ye Changsheng, with lightning speed, grabbed the Heavenly Dragon Spear, repelling the wisp of divine sense and transmitting a message.
“Bai Qi, clean your backside and wait for me!”
