"Big pervert, hurry and use that move!" In the young man's consciousness, a delicate jade hand gently grasped the back of his own, accompanied by the exquisite floral fragrance of Linglong Rui lingering at the tip of his nose.
Ling Shuo crouched down, their overlapping right hands slamming heavily into the ground. Any flying sword could potentially be blocked by the old monster's Blood Moon, but this one technique descending from the heavens was utterly unavoidable!
"Heavenly Brilliance Manifests Power!"
A beam of golden light, ten times larger than when Ying Lingling had unleashed it alone, tore through the clouds, striking the old Taoist with a speed that allowed no reaction!
"Ahh!!" The hastily formed protective barrier was pierced through. This time, the Double Moon Ancestor could only rely on his guardian spirit beast to block it!
"Hiss—gagagaga!"
The already balding four wings were hit by the dragon light, the filthy flesh beneath the feathers sizzling and burning. The double-headed eagle let out a mournful cry and began plummeting downward.
"Cough!" On Ling Shuo's side, he had expended a massive amount of mana. Every subsequent attack now had to be a killing blow; otherwise, once the Double Moon Ancestor regenerated his wings, the one who would lose would undoubtedly be him!
"Heavy Sky Cloud Splitter!"
He immediately urged the several-story-tall white jade Han sword to hover above his head, then slashed down with full force at the freely falling Double Moon Ancestor!
"Boom!!!!!!!!"
The old man crashed to the ground like a ragged sack, the sword blade completely demolishing the already ruined cluster of buildings! A massive scar tens of meters long and four to five meters deep was etched into the central area of the Moon Hua Sect.
But from the feedback transmitted through the sword, Ling Shuo could tell that the old monster clearly wasn't dead yet.
"Thud!"
As expected, the two blood moons began rotating, and the white jade Han sword formed from internal force quickly shattered.
"Cough—ahh! You... you little bastard!!"
The disheveled old man half-knelt amid the ruins, staggering to his feet. His once towering frame, supported by internal force, was now grotesquely deformed—one shoulder shriveled, irregular fleshy tumors protruding from his back and chest.
This was a sign of chaotic internal force; it seemed his protective barrier couldn't be reformed in the short term.
"Thunder Cry Transformation!" Azure thunder surged through his body, the electric current stimulating his nerves and muscles. Ling Shuo's reaction speed and agility surged to new heights, and everything in the world began to slow down in his eyes.
The renowned divine sword was gripped in Ling Shuo's hand. Through the power of Yu Yi, he learned for the first time the name of this great odachi.
"Thunder Blade: King Slayer"
Though he didn't know which king this blade had once slain, the only thing Ling Shuo intended to cut down now was one.
"Are you ready? There's only one chance." In his consciousness, the seductive blue-haired mature beauty pressed tightly against the young man's back, gripping the hilt together with him like a master teaching swordsmanship.
"This young lady wants to join too!"
In the dragon girl's consciousness, her manifested body leaned back into the young man's embrace, her fair little hands grasping the front half of the hilt. Ying Lingling blinked her eyes playfully, deliberately pressing her body even closer to Ling Shuo.
"Alright."
Feeling the two sources of warmth transmitted through his fingers, a sense of reassurance welled up within Ling Shuo. He slightly bent his knees, leaned forward, and held the unsheathed odachi at his side.
"Three Thousand Thunder Cry Art!"
"Cloud Sky Art!"
"Dragon Yang Art!"
Three immortal-grade heart methods surged through the young man's body. As the Dragon Yang Art activated, the alternating azure-white dragon armor on his body erupted in dazzling light!
"I-Impossible! A mere ant..." Fear flashed across the Double Moon Ancestor's face as he slammed both hands down!
"Die for this young master!"
"Three Thousand Futu Cleave!" Dazzling electric light transformed into a meteor, the odachi slicing through the air as wind howled and thunder roared, splitting heaven and earth!
"Eclipse Moon Domain!!!"
The old Taoist's eyes bulged with bloodshot veins. The bloody light from the double moons formed a domain, attempting to throw Ling Shuo off balance just like last time.
But the young sect master, whose strength had reached the late fifth realm, naturally wouldn't repeat the same mistake. The odachi merely deviated slightly before slashing heavily down from the old man's shoulder!
"Guah—aaaaah!!"
Finally...
A sky full of blood mist obscured Ling Shuo's vision, accompanied by an agonized scream of utter despair. A rapidly withering arm flew off, landing several zhang away.
"You won't escape!" Of course, he wouldn't let his guard down. Chasing after, he dragged the blade for another slash!
"Hiss—gagagaga!!"
The double-headed blood-glutton eagle shielded its master with its four wings, but King Slayer sliced through its bones and flesh as easily as tofu, leaving only a cross-section gushing blood like a fountain.
With only one arm left, unable to perform dual-hand techniques, and the eagle's left wings nearly severed at the root, the Double Moon Ancestor had completely lost the ability to create distance or counterattack.
Now, victory was firmly in Ling Shuo's grasp!
"Die!"
The young man immediately raised the blade, bending his elbow to level the bloodied odachi at shoulder height, its tip aimed straight at the old man's heart. Murderous intent blazed in his eyes, his dual dragon pupils gleaming with terrifying golden light! He thrust with full force toward the Double Moon Ancestor!
"Haha! Hahahaha!" Yet, facing this thunderous fatal strike, the old man—who had lost his left arm and was bleeding profusely—let out a sinister, maniacal laugh.
"Little bastard! You're still one step too late!"
In an instant, overwhelming internal force condensed on the bald eagle's bird heads, completing some inconceivable spell in the blink of an eye!
"What..." Ling Shuo gritted his teeth, intending to press the attack, but the blood sprayed by the Double Moon Ancestor suddenly gained life, transforming into blood arrows that forced him into continuous retreat.
"This one understands! The Double Moon Ancestor has fully refined that ferocious bird's divine consciousness for his own use, so sixth-realm spells can be prepared solely through his symbiotic spirit beast. The double-headed blood-glutton eagle has been accumulating the necessary internal force all along—as long as the connected bird heads aren't severed, he can definitely unleash that spell!"
Yu Yi's words reached the young sect master's ears. Ling Shuo used the Han sword to block the rain of arrows, yet several blood arrows still pierced through the dragon armor, striking his body! "It's not over yet..." Ling Shuo gritted his teeth, pulling out the blood arrows and regripping the nearly slipping King Slayer.
"Cough!!!"
The young sect master suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood, startling Yu Yi. It seemed the burden of the three-way fusion was still too great.
"Big pervert!! Are you okay?!"
Seeing Ling Shuo injured, Ying Lingling panicked and reached out to check. Fortunately, the wounds weren't deep—just superficial bleeding.
"Don't push yourself... Losing isn't a big deal. This young lady was just joking with you earlier!"
"Hurry and crush the talisman paper. Let's leave here together, okay?"
The girl's beautiful eyes were red and swollen as she wiped the blood from the corner of Ling Shuo's mouth. After the physical exhaustion, the three rampant immortal forces rampaged within his body—even the Dragon Yang physique was gradually struggling to contain them.
But Ling Shuo still refused to admit defeat. He clenched his teeth, staring fixedly at the grotesquely deformed old Taoist gloating in the distance.
"Please, you big idiot!!"
Ying Lingling cradled the young man's cheeks, finally unable to hold back her tears.
"You can't let anything happen to you, or this young lady will never forgive you for the rest of her life. This time, it's not a joke! Really... truly never forgive you!"
Large teardrops slid down her flawless, porcelain-like skin. The dragon girl sobbed until her beautiful face was a mess, her voice choking with emotion.
"Lingling..."
Ling Shuo's consciousness grew hazy, but he bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to stimulate his nerves. Still, his eyelids inevitably began to droop.
"No, Lingling, just wait a little longer."
However, at that moment, Yu Yi seemed to notice something and reached out to stop the dragon girl, who was about to forcibly retrieve the talisman paper from her storage ring.
"Why?! Clearly... clearly the out-of-control immortal forces are about to burst his meridians. You big idiot... you don't have to push it this far!"
The golden-haired young lady was on the verge of breaking down. She regretted ever encouraging Ling Shuo to attempt this. If Ling Shuo left her, then she...
"No, we have to believe in this little guy." Even with the sky-full blood rain drawing near, Yu Yi remained resolute.
"Hahaha! Talent and a immortal physique mean nothing! Little bastard, the one you should never have provoked is this old man! Regret it in your next life!"
The two blood moons revolved around each other at astonishing speed, sometimes drawing close, sometimes separating. The gravitational fluctuations caused Ling Shuo and the surrounding buildings to float upward!
"Big pervert's body..." Ying Lingling wiped away her tears. She too finally noticed the change in Ling Shuo's state.
The blood seeping from his wounds wasn't absorbed by the Double Moon Ancestor's spell; instead, it spread into the dragon armor, gradually dyeing the azure-white battle armor crimson.
"The Dragon Yang physique is playing some role." Yu Yi supported Ling Shuo, unhesitatingly pouring all her remaining immortal force into him!
"Please, you must hold on..." Ying Lingling finally steeled her resolve. She gripped Ling Shuo's hand tightly, then merged her own body back into his dantian!
At the same time, massive blood droplets rose from the ground in reverse flow, gradually forming a blood sea that blotted out the sky! Such power could easily annihilate thousands upon thousands of armies and immortal cultivators!
"Ha!! This old man demands blood for blood!" "Formless Purgatory!!!"
The towering crimson sea came crashing down, while the blood on the ground solidified into spiked stakes. This was the sixth-realm immortal cultivator's phenomenal ultimate technique—a heaven-defying spell forged only by treading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
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