Turns Out I'm the Real Monster?!

The pressure on the Dragon’s already ravaged body caused its bones to crack loudly.

It could no longer move an inch.

Before the dust could settle, a slender figure wielding a saber burst through the mist.

Jiang Mu’s eyes were frigid, and the long saber in his hand pulsed with a blood-red aura.

’Kick ’em while they’re down!’

He keenly sensed that while this Demon Dragon was experiencing a final burst of energy, its level had well and truly fallen to Tier Five.

’This is a golden opportunity to kill it!’

"Die!"

Jiang Mu moved like lightning, instantly closing in on the dragon’s head. The muscles in his arms bulged as he viciously slashed down at the massive head.

"CLANG!"

Sparks flew.

Jiang Mu felt a violent jolt in his hand as the recoil sent him flying back several yards.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Even though the dragon’s scales were shattered, their hardness was still astounding.

"ROAR!!"

Though suppressed, the Demon Dragon’s ferocious might was still heaven-shaking.

It struggled to turn its head and glared at Jiang Mu, its voice like rolling thunder.

"Ignorant whelp! A pathetic ant from the Fourth Realm dares to dream of slaying a dragon?!"

Seeing this, Shui Miaozheng furrowed her elegant brows and called out weakly,

"Run... You can’t kill it... Its core essence is unharmed, so its Cultivation Level will recover quickly... When that happens, you won’t be able to escape even if you want to..."

Jiang Mu turned a deaf ear.

’Leave?’

’And go where?’

The moment this Dragon Demon recovered even a little, with its terrifying strength as a Tier Eight Demon King and the innate gifts of the Dragon Race, hunting down a Fourth Realm Cultivator like him would be child’s play.

’Rather than wait for death, I might as well risk it all!’

He steadied his stance and took a deep breath. The Taisu Tiangang Blood River True Qi in his Dantian began to churn wildly, surging through his meridians and into the blade of his saber.

The once-gleaming blade turned crimson, radiating a dense Evil Qi.

"Again!"

Jiang Mu roared and charged forward once more.

’If one slash won’t do it, then I’ll use two!’

’If two won’t do it, then I’ll use a hundred!’

Like a lumberjack felling a tree or a titan cleaving a mountain, Jiang Mu aimed for the same spot on the Dragon Demon’s neck and hacked away madly, one slash after another!

"Bastard!!"

The Demon Dragon was pinned beneath the seal, unable to move.

It could only watch helplessly as this ant went to work on its body, so infuriated it felt about to burst.

It sneered, thinking to itself:

’Hack away!’

’Hack all you want!’

’It won’t even make a scratch.’

’I am of the true Dragon Race. Even if I stood still and let you hack away, you’d die of exhaustion before you could hurt me!’

’How much Star Power can a mere Fourth Realm Cultivator possibly have?’

’In just a moment, the kid will be exhausted. That... will be the moment of his death!’

However, as time slowly passed...

Far from weakening, the light from Jiang Mu’s saber only grew more intense.

His strikes were like a raging tempest, as if the Star Power within his body were infinite and would never run dry.

The mockery in the Demon Dragon’s eyes gradually froze, replaced by terror.

’What the hell is this monster?!’

Under Jiang Mu’s frenzied assault, the indestructible dragon’s neck was finally breached, and golden Dragon Blood gushed forth.

The Demon Dragon was thoroughly panicked now.

It began to struggle frantically, its massive body twisting with such force that it seemed on the verge of overturning the Ghost King Seal.

Unfortunately, under Jiang Mu’s relentless assault, it was a step too slow.

"It’s over!"

A sharp glint flashed in Jiang Mu’s eyes. All of his Demonic Qi instantly converted into Star Power, and he poured every last bit of it into this one strike.

"Heaven-Breaking Slash!"

A hundred-foot-long, crimson Saber Aura slashed straight down.

"NO—!!!"

The Demon Dragon’s pupils constricted as it let out one last, defiant roar.

"SCHLICK!"

The light of the blade flashed past.

The massive black dragon head was severed clean off.

Trailing a shower of golden blood, the enormous head rolled across the ground, its eyes wide in death.

The headless dragon corpse twitched a few times before collapsing with a thunderous crash.

In the distance, Shui Miaozheng’s lips were slightly parted, her beautiful eyes wide. She was completely stunned.

As an Eighth Realm Great Cultivator, she had witnessed countless prodigies, yet she had never seen anything so preposterous.

A mere Fourth Realm Cultivator...

...had actually... beheaded a Demon Dragon that was once Tier Eight?!

Even if the Demon Dragon was severely injured and its level had fallen, it was still a dragon!

The young man’s physical strength and Star Power reserves were simply unheard of.

"*Huff... huff...*"

Leaning on his saber, Jiang Mu gasped for breath.

This was the most exhausted he had ever been.

It was not just physical fatigue, but also extreme mental exhaustion.

He caught his breath, walked over to the dragon’s corpse, and habitually swung his saber to carve open its abdomen and retrieve the Demon Pill.

"Don’t touch it!"

Shui Miaozheng’s expression changed drastically as she cried out in alarm.

"What?"

Jiang Mu turned back instinctively.

But it was too late. His hand had already touched the ink-black Demon Pill.

"POOF—!"

With a soft sound, the Demon Pill shattered in his hand.

There was no terrifying shockwave, only a cloud of pink mist that spread with incredible speed.

’The Demon Pill exploded?’

Jiang Mu froze for a moment, then felt a wave of heat rush from his Dantian straight to the crown of his head.

The world before him began to spin...

All the colors around him blurred into a suggestive haze.

His body felt as if it had been set on fire, every cell screaming with a primal craving.

Jiang Mu’s legs gave out, and he crumpled to his knees.

In the distance, Shui Miaozheng’s face went deathly pale.

She hurriedly threw several mind-calming Talismans, formed a hand seal, and erected a Barrier around herself, all while desperately fortifying her consciousness to resist the poisonous mist spreading through the air.

’This is bad!’

Jiang Mu finally realized what was happening, and his heart filled with dread.

’What kind of damn cliché is this?!’

’You kill one monster and get hit with a trick like this?’

He hastily activated the Cold Moon Ice Heart Skill while clutching the Jade Pendant Tang Guixin had given him, attempting to suppress the restlessness surging through his body.

However, that faint coolness was instantly swallowed whole by the overwhelming heat.

Jiang Mu’s mind grew increasingly groggy.

Thoughts he normally suppressed now grew as wildly as weeds after a rain, threatening to shatter the dam of his reason.

’Don’t panic, there’s still another way!’

Jiang Mu bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. Using the sharp sting of pain, he pressed two fingers to the space between his eyebrows.