Turns Out I'm the Real Monster?!

Having been drained of so much of his energy, he felt completely hollowed out, too weak to even stand.

Even Demonic Qi couldn’t replenish him.

’What the hell did that woman drain from me?’

Confused, Jiang Mu could only sit cross-legged and circulate his Cultivation Technique to recover.

Meanwhile, the battle in the sky was reaching its final stage.

After being severely wounded in a sneak attack, the Demon Dragon had gone completely berserk.

He held nothing back, fighting with reckless abandon and frantically attacking Shui Miaozheng.

Shui Miaozheng’s physical body, after all, was no match for the might of the Demon Race. Under the Demon Dragon’s torrential assault, she was gradually overwhelmed, finding herself in one perilous situation after another.

"It’s over, beautiful!"

Certain that Shui Miaozheng had no more trump cards, a vertical pupil suddenly split open in the center of the Demon Dragon’s forehead, shooting out a hazy, gray, malevolent light.

As the malevolent light flared, the Demon Dragon’s own aura visibly weakened.

Clearly, the attack took a heavy toll on him as well.

The malevolent light transformed into countless gray threads that coiled toward Shui Miaozheng, seeking to bind her Divine Soul and Magical Power.

’In the end... it wasn’t quite enough.’

Feeling her Star Power rapidly depleting and her Divine Soul beginning to be bound, a flicker of struggle and hesitation crossed Shui Miaozheng’s eyes. Finally, she let out a soft sigh.

"The opportunities of the Great Dao, illusory as a mirror’s flower. The struggles of the mortal coil, all end in dust and ash..."

She raised her left arm, forming a sword with her fingers.

She swiped them through the air above the palm of her right hand!

SHING—!

A longsword, pink from hilt to tip with faint orchid patterns etched into its blade, materialized from thin air.

The sword’s ring was clear and crisp, yet it carried a melancholic tune.

Without a hint of hesitation, Shui Miaozheng gripped the hilt of the pink longsword.

Then, she turned the blade and plunged it into her own abdomen!

SPURT—

A great mouthful of blood sprayed out, dyeing the air before her red.

The Demon Dragon was stunned.

’What is she doing? Is she killing herself so I can’t capture her?’

In the next instant, a sudden change occurred!

With Shui Miaozheng at its center, the phantom of an enormous pomegranate flower suddenly bloomed in the void.

Its overlapping petals were a deep, crimson red.

They seemed to be condensed from the purest Essence Blood and Dao Rhyme.

At the flower’s heart, motes of golden light flickered like stars.

She released her grip on the pink longsword embedded in her abdomen.

The sword fused with her body as root-like tendrils of pink light grew from the hilt, connecting to her meridians.

Shui Miaozheng formed a hand seal.

"With body as the blade, I melt Star Power for the edge, forge my Divine Soul into the spine, and offer my Star Position as its soul... Fleeting Blossom, Bitter Fruit."

"One sword... to vanquish all evil!"

VMMMM—

The massive phantom of the pomegranate flower contracted, and endless radiance and Dao Rhyme surged madly into her body.

A dazzling pink light erupted from her.

The next moment, to the Demon Dragon’s horror, Shui Miaozheng’s figure vanished.

She had transformed into a greatsword a thousand feet long!

The heavens changed color and the clouds roiled.

Fear finally appeared in the Demon Dragon’s eyes. "You lunatic! You crazy woman! You actually turned yourself into a sword?! Are you trying to get your soul obliterated?!"

"Vanquish!"

The greatsword screamed through the air, hurtling toward the Demon Dragon!

No longer daring to hold anything back, the Demon Dragon tilted his head to the sky and let out a deafening roar as his body rapidly swelled.

Billowing black mist.

He revealed his true form: a jet-black dragon over four hundred feet long.

The dragon extended a ferocious, house-sized claw covered in thick scales. He lunged for the greatsword, intending to shatter it to pieces.

RRRRIP—!

The thousand-foot crimson greatsword pierced straight through the tough dragon claw. Its momentum unbroken, it plunged into the Demon Dragon’s abdomen.

BOOM!!

The image of the pomegranate flower, fused with the sword, bloomed once more inside the dragon’s abdomen.

AWOOOO—

A blood-curdling, agonized roar echoed through the heavens.

Strange red runes spread from the wound across the Demon Dragon’s entire body, transforming into a suppressive force that sealed his Cultivation Level, pushing it down tier by tier!

Tier Eight... Tier Seven... Tier Six... Tier Five...

Finally, the Demon Dragon could no longer maintain his massive form. He plummeted from the sky, along with the now-dimmed greatsword.

CRASH!

Their impact gouged a deep crater in the earth.

The dust settled.

The once-majestic, jet-black Demon Dragon had now shrunk to the size of a large house.

His scales were shattered, his body dripping with blood.

The massive, gaping wound piercing through his abdomen was especially horrifying.

It lay collapsed in the rubble at the crater’s edge. It struggled to rise several times, only to fall back weakly, dark golden blood endlessly pouring from its snarling maw. Its aura was faint.

Nearby, beside a pile of rubble,

Shui Miaozheng, who had reformed her physical body, was just as pale as death.

Crimson blood trickled continuously from the corner of her mouth. She tried to push herself up, but lacked even the strength to lift an arm.

Both could only silently circulate their Cultivation Techniques, each racing to recover before the other.

But in the end, the Dragon Demon proved more ruthless.

It twisted its head, opened its bloody maw, and with a sickening CRUNCH, bit off its own left foreclaw!

It swallowed the severed claw whole.

At the same time, a surge of violent Demonic Power erupted from its belly, forcibly stimulating its nearly depleted Demon Pill and bloodline.

Its aura flared, recovering slightly.

Though still grievously wounded, it had managed to regain some mobility.

The Demon Dragon staggered to its feet, drenched in its own blood. Its vertical pupil, filled with venomous hatred, fixed on the collapsed Shui Miaozheng.

"You bitch! I’m going to..."

But before he could finish his vicious threat, the space above his head suddenly twisted!

"Suppress!"

A cold, indifferent shout suddenly boomed from behind him.

A great seal, as massive as a mountain, materialized in the air. Wreathed with the force of a thousand thunderbolts, it crashed down!

BOOOOM—!!

The earth quaked violently, and dust shot into the air.

The Demon Dragon, having just gotten to its feet, was instantly slammed into the ground by the sudden appearance of the Ghost King Seal.