Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 305: The Three Great Ferocious Beasts! Kite the Enemy! The Fifth Seal of the Five-Lightning Talisman!

Chapter 305: The Three Great Ferocious Beasts! Kite the Enemy! The Fifth Seal of the Five-Lightning Talisman!

As the saying went, When the sky falls, let the tall one hold it up[1]!

But somehow, at some unknown point in time, Li Yanchu himself had gradually become that “tall one” in everyone else’s eyes. Of course, this was only because the flood dragon, after breaking free, had yet to recover its full strength, and had already been greatly weakened after such a fierce battle.

If it were a fully restored third-realm Yang Spirit powerhouse, it would be almost impossible to resist!

Roar!

The flood dragon bellowed again and again, lunging straight at the golden-armored divine general! ROAR!

Several earth-shaking roars answered it, and three majestic, domineering beasts of legend appeared, immediately surrounding the flood dragon!

“Gasp!”

Everyone gasped in shock, and once they recognized those three beasts, their eyes filled with even greater disbelief!

Baxia! Chaofeng! Yazi[2].

“Holy shit! Just who in the world is that expert!?” a cultivator cried out.

The three great ferocious beasts barred the flood dragon’s way, engaging it in close combat. In an instant, sand and stones flew, and fierce gales raged without restraint.

The last time, Li Yanchu had successively slain and absorbed the beasts Fei and Bashe from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, making these three ferocious beasts even more terrifying in might. Now, joining forces to strike at the flood dragon, they actually did not fall into disadvantage! 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Then, everyone saw it: a massive, ancient bow appeared in the hands of the golden-armored divine general. His explosive muscles radiated golden divine light, as he slowly drew the bow into a full moon.

A blazing arrow of light pierced through the night sky. Boom! It struck the flood dragon directly.

The Wind Divine Bow!

The flood dragon couldn’t help but let out a shrill, miserable scream and writhed in pain. Li Yanchu had invoked the Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman, and combined it with the Wind Divine Bow. The destructive power he unleashed was tremendous! He was like an ancient divine king drawing his bow to shoot down dragons and phoenixes.

Boom! Another arrow, and fresh wounds burst open across the flood dragon’s massive body. In the golden-armored divine general’s eyes, his battle spirit rose; his divine light blazed brilliantly.

Arrow after arrow thundered into the flood dragon. The heavens and earth echoed with earth-shaking explosions. The Wind Divine Bow!

Someone recognized this artifact, and their heart filled with terror. This was the treasured weapon of Hong Baiwei, the Mount Mao Daoist, which had vanished after his fall within a Blissful Land. No one had expected it to reappear here!

The flood dragon roared in fury. If this continued, he might truly capsize in the gutter today, dying at the hands of this mysterious golden-armored general!

With a furious roar, he blasted the three ferocious beasts away and lunged straight for Li Yanchu. His wind-twisting dragon tornadoes had been restrained, but the flood dragon was also skilled in poison mists!

After he opened his blood-filled maw, a thick, rancid cloud of poisonous vapor spewed forth. The deadly miasma could corrode both a cultivator’s body and primordial spirit!

However, just like the astral winds before, this poison mist too was instantly scattered by a mysterious force.

The quadruple-enhanced Plague-Dispelling Talisman, the bane of all poisons, insects, and miasmas. Just as the Wind Tamer dispersed the astral winds, the Plague-Dispelling Talisman could purge deadly toxins.

“Good timing!” Li Yanchu’s voice boomed like thunder as his battle spirit surged.

The Wind Divine Bow vanished, thereafter he raised the golden mace and smashed it forward. The two clashed, and their speed was pushed to the absolute limit.

Li Yanchu’s divine aura was vast and overwhelming, and his movements were incredibly swift.

Bang!

The flood dragon’s eye was smashed blind by the golden mace. At the same time, Li Yanchu was engulfed by a jet of dragon flame. The flames burned with terrifying heat, twisting all the air around them.

A flash of delight appeared in the flood dragon’s eyes, but he had no time to celebrate. Li Yanchu charged out, completely unharmed.

Daoist Art, Flame-Sitting Art!

Clang! Another strike of the golden mace came crashing down. Li Yanchu’s aura surged immensely; this strike carried the force of ten thousand jun!

Crack!

The flood dragon tried to dodge, but the short horn on its head was smashed apart. That horn was the symbol of his impending transformation into a true dragon, and it was harder than steel. Yet it was broken by brute force! This was utterly inconceivable.

And now, though he was in his primordial spirit state, and normally he was able to restore lost eyes and broken horns, no matter how he circulated his divine power, nothing worked. He couldn’t recover!

“Little mudfish, your sorcery has lost its bite!” Li Yanchu sneered.

The Jiaoslayer was incomparably sharp, made to cut through all flashy tricks. Even when transformed into the golden mace and drawn into a battle of primordial spirits, it still retained its unique trait.

The flood dragon, struck with one grievous wound after another, felt fear growing heavier in his heart. But alongside that fear came a searing wave of humiliation.

I am Ao Lie, a thousand-year-old great demon and a third-realm Yang Spirit powerhouse! And yet I cannot defeat a second-realm cultivator. I can’t bear this shame!

“Wretch! You’ve insulted I time and again. One day I’ll flay your skin, tear out your tendons, grind your bones to dust!”

But the flood dragon was no mere brute addicted to battle. Very pragmatically, he chose to retreat. After all, once his strength recovered, these means would no longer restrain him.

“As expected of a fiend, how shameless! Weren’t you just swearing moments ago, ‘fight till death’? Little mudfish!” Li Yanchu’s voice thundered across Jinguang Temple.

The flood dragon’s body stiffened, but his speed did not slow, as he was intent on escaping.

Everyone’s hearts were filled with relief. Even the third-realm monk, Master Yushu, believed the calamity had finally been resolved!

But, Li Yanchu thought otherwise. This was when the flood dragon was at his weakest. If allowed to escape, the consequences would be endless!

From the very start, he had intended to slay this third-realm fiend!

“Five-Lightning Pure Yang, True Law of Heaven and Earth, kill!”

Boom!

Heaven's lightning split the skies, and the searing white light stabbed everyone’s eyes with pain. The flood dragon’s body was struck head-on, and his flesh was ripped open, and torn to shreds.

The sealed third-realm Yang Spirit thousand-year-old great demon withstood the full force of the Five-Lightning Spell.

Boom! Heaven’s thunder roared again.

The Five-Lightning Spell was not a rare art, and many adepts knew it. Thus, when cultivators of high attainment struck down fiends, this spell was among the most common.

Because of this, Li Yanchu had no fear of revealing his identity.

Boom! Boom!

Two more bolts of heaven-splitting lightning fell. The flood dragon’s body was battered to ruin, and its insides were scorched by the lightning.

He opened his mouth to curse, but alas!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three more bolts of heaven-splitting lightning descended. Li Yanchu held more than just a single quadruple-enhanced Five-Lightning Talismans. Though in normal times he adhered to the principle of not using such a killing weapon unless absolutely necessary, once it came down to a fight for his life, he would never hold back!

The flood dragon never imagined that this golden-armored divine general could unleash such domineering lightning arts one strike after another. Caught unprepared, his very soul was grievously wounded. His body shifted, attempting to dissolve into a streak of light and flee.

Boom!

The golden mace blazed into divine radiance and smashed down hard. Stones and sand flew, and buildings collapsed all around!

The flood dragon’s flesh split open and lacerated, and there were deep wounds down to the bone all over the dragon.

“Fuck! Do you really mean to hound me to death?!” the flood dragon roared in fury.

A dazzling black light condensed between his twin horns, and heaven and earth themselves seemed to shift in turmoil. The crowd felt as if they stood amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and unspeakable visions of terror rose unbidden in their minds.

The very air grew so thick it felt impossible to breathe. Only now did he truly display the bearing of a third-realm great demon, not something mortals could ever oppose!

And yet, his state was utterly wretched: broken scales, a horn snapped off, one eye gouged blind. The sight was almost grotesque in its ruin.

At this time, Li Yanchu’s expression grew solemn. From within his robes he drew out a yellow talisman crackling with thunder and lightning.

It was one he had sealed earlier, while watching the fight among the onlookers. It was a five times-enhanced Five-Lightning Talisman!

Even his own eyes stung, shaken by the oppressive aura of lightning wrath radiating from this ferocious talisman.

1. It’s a humorous or ironic saying in Chinese, implying that when a big problem occurs, someone else (usually someone seemingly more capable or physically bigger) should take responsibility for handling it. ☜

2. Yazi is a divine beast from ancient Chinese mythology, the second son of the Nine Sons of the Dragon. Here is a reference image. ☜