Venerable Supreme of Myriad Dragons

Yan City, a Prince of the Great Yan Empire, glanced at Sikao Dao, but he was unfazed. "So what if he heard us? We’ll just kill him."

Sikao Dao sighed and shook his head. "I truly detest bloodshed."

Yet, he still coldly produced the Profound Gold Scissors. Though he claimed to detest bloodshed, his eyes were ice-cold.

Seeing this, Shen Daoxing smiled faintly. "Can’t you just pretend I didn’t hear anything today?"

Yan City, the Prince of the Great Yan Empire, sneered. "It doesn’t matter if you heard us or not. The mere fact that you’re here today means you die."

"I suppose there’s no way around this."

Shen Daoxing sighed heavily and shook his head. "But what makes you so sure you won’t be the ones to die?"

"Arrogant!"

The Great Yan Empire’s Prince, Yan City, roared, "Die!"

The next moment, he shot up, leaping high into the air. With a flash of azure light, an incredibly sharp Treasure Sword appeared in his hand.

"Gale Moon Shadow!"

He bellowed, swinging his Treasure Sword. A powerful gale suddenly whipped up, accompanied by an azure, crescent-shaped blade of light. It erupted with a dazzling azure glow, howling with the sound of a terrifying storm as it came, unstoppable.

This Prince of the Great Yan Empire, Yan City, was not weak; he was actually an expert at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Transformation realm.

However, Shen Daoxing just shook his head, casually extending two fingers and pinching. The crescent blade of light abruptly stopped between his fingers.

Then, Shen Daoxing applied a little more pressure, and the crescent blade of light instantly shattered, dissolving into motes of light that faded into the air.

"Oh? You’ve got some skill."

Yan City was taken aback for a moment, surprised, but then he laughed in disdain. "What about this move, then?"

With that, he took a step forward and raised his Treasure Sword.

At that moment, Sikao Dao and Yang Ye suddenly cried out in alarm, "Watch out!"

"Hm?"

Yan City hadn’t even had time to react.

ZZZT!

Black arcs of electricity suddenly flashed in the air.

A flash of sword light streaked past.

The next instant.

A red line appeared on Yan City’s neck.

Then, the line widened, and Yan City’s head slowly slid off his neck.

Only then did Yan City realize what had happened. His eyes slowly widened, and then, he moved no more.

When Shen Daoxing had first entered the Spirit Transformation realm, he already had no fear of experts at the Ninth Layer. Now that he was also at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Transformation realm, he had even less reason to be afraid. To deal with a mere Ninth Layer Spirit Transformation expert, he didn’t even need to use his Venerable Dharma Seal.

"Golden Scissors Double Flood Dragons!"

Sikao Dao suddenly roared, casting out his Profound Gold Scissors. A dazzling golden light flared, and in the next instant, the Profound Gold Scissors split into two halves that twisted and writhed. As if coming to life, they transformed into two golden flood dragons that shot forward, snapping viciously.

Shen Daoxing’s figure flickered. He leaped into the air and easily dodged the attack.

But in the next moment, Yang Ye, wreathed in flames, had already appeared above him.

"Great Sun!"

Yang Ye spoke coldly, and a phantasmal, fiery-red sun suddenly appeared above his head.

Shen Daoxing’s vision went dark as a massive, burning handprint descended, accompanied by the sound of it tearing through the air.

But with a flash of a black shadow, the Great Ming Demon Sparrow appeared before Shen Daoxing and slammed violently upward.

BOOM!

Dazzling sparks flew everywhere.

The massive, flaming handprint instantly shattered.

TAP, TAP, TAP!

Shen Daoxing lightly tapped his toes on the corridor wall and landed safely. He then turned his head to look at Sikao Dao and Yang Ye, one in front of him and one behind.

Clearly, this Sikao Dao was also an expert at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Transformation realm. But despite being at the same level, Sikao Dao’s strength far surpassed Yan City’s, and Yang Ye was at the very peak of the Spirit Transformation realm.

Compared to Yan City, these two would be much more trouble.

But only a little more.

Time was short, and Shen Daoxing couldn’t afford any more delays.

RUMBLE!

It was like the splitting of heaven and earth.

Inside Shen Daoxing’s body, the seven-colored Profound Platform suddenly flared. A beam of seven-colored light coiled upward like a soaring Wandering Dragon.

In an instant, Shen Daoxing’s aura changed dramatically. A brilliant, seven-colored radiance illuminated the entire corridor, making him seem like a Venerable Supreme from ancient times who could annihilate anything with a mere flick of his hand.

He casually raised his hand, and the Great Ming Demon Sparrow instantly flew into it.

The sword struck!

Space fractured as seven-colored light shot out in all directions.

A brilliant slash of sword light crushed its way forward, streaking through the corridor. The walls on both sides instantly shattered.

Sikao Dao was stunned. His eyes went wide. They were both at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Transformation realm, yet at this moment, he felt utterly insignificant before Shen Daoxing. In the face of that ancient, majestic aura, he felt an urge to kneel.

Sikao Dao abruptly raised his Profound Gold Scissors, but before Shen Daoxing’s seven-colored sword light, they seemed like a wooden twig, snapping in an instant.

Sikao Dao stared blankly down at himself, only to see that he had been sliced in half at the waist.

THUD!

With that soft sound, his entire body folded backward and collapsed.

The instant Shen Daoxing struck at Sikao Dao, Yang Ye did not remain idle. The flames covering his body suddenly blazed higher, burning furiously. Like a fire demon, he leaped up and appeared above Shen Daoxing’s head.

"Great Sun Overhead!"

A scorching Celestial Yang appeared behind Yang Ye.

One of his palms abruptly swelled in size, igniting with a deep flame that seemed capable of burning the very air. It left a long trail of fire through the air as the palm strike fell.

ZZZT!

Black arcs of electricity crackled.

Shen Daoxing suddenly spun around and thrust out a palm wreathed in black lightning.

Supreme Transforming Force.

With a slight twist of his palm, a ripple spread out, and the power in Yang Ye’s palm strike dissipated like a wave.

And in the next instant, Shen Daoxing’s other hand shot out.

A brilliant seven-colored light flared!

Like an Immortal from the heavens!

Shen Daoxing reached out with a hand as translucent as jade, and with a light grasp, seized Yang Ye by the neck.

Suddenly, the seven-colored light shot out, and all the flames on Yang Ye’s body were abruptly extinguished without any warning.

Shen Daoxing resembled an Exiled Immortal from the heavens, looking down on Yang Ye with icy eyes. An imperious, irresistible aura erupted from him as he slightly tightened his grip with that large, translucent hand.

Yang Ye’s neck snapped.

With a thud, Yang Ye’s eyes went wide as he collapsed stiffly to the ground.

Shen Daoxing looked at his own translucent, jade-like hand. A faint, seven-colored light glowed from within, making it look like a gemstone. This was the power he had obtained from that mine—the power of the Wind Source, Fire Source, Water Source, Wood Source, Earth Source, and Gold Source... the power of the Seven-Origin Attribute.

Shen Daoxing glanced at the bodies of Yan City, Sikao Dao, and Yang Ye, then shook his head. He hadn’t wanted to cause trouble, but they had insisted on seeking their own deaths.

He then looked around, feeling it was a pity that the Golden-Eyed Treasure-Seeking Rat had ultimately escaped. If he got the chance, he would definitely catch that cunning rat.

Afterward, Shen Daoxing looked toward the front of the corridor, preparing to leave.

CLATTER, CLATTER, CLATTER!

But at that moment, a series of footsteps rang out. Shen Daoxing saw warriors clad in silver armor emerge from not far away, surrounding him in an instant.