Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 366: Terrifying Physique! The Slaughter! The Chu River Dragon King! The Mysterious Cavern!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosive blasts resounded through the Dragon Palace. Li Yanchu hadn’t used any divine arts or spells, just the force of his fists and palms alone was enough to annihilate the demon soldiers besieging him. The air grew thick with the stench of blood, and corpses littered the floor.
“Bastard! You Daoist! Do you take my Dragon Palace for a place where you can run wild?” One of the Dragon Princes roared in fury before transforming into a tens-of-zhang-long flood dragon, and lunged savagely at Li Yanchu!
Flood dragons were famed for their indestructible sinew and bone. This one radiated sheer ferocity!
Boom!
A massive stone pillar in the palace hall shattered to rubble. The flood dragon blinked, and Li Yanchu had vanished!
Crash!
Suddenly, a figure plummeted from above.
Thousand-Jin Drop!
The dragon was slammed into the floor; its scales cracked apart, and its bones snapped audibly. It whipped its head around, snapping its fangs forward at lightning speed to tear into Li Yanchu.
Boom!
Li Yanchu charged head-on with thunderous strides. His monstrous strength sent the dragon flying, its body battered and broken. But brute strength wasn’t all; his blazing qi and blood engulfed him like living fire, scorching the dragon’s flesh until it split open in blistered wounds!
“Arghhh!” the flood dragon roared in agony, its cries like tearing metal.
It tried to command the surrounding spiritual energy, compressing it madly toward Li Yanchu, while at the same time activating its Water Escape Technique, desperately fleeing into the distance.
This Daoist is terrifying! A single thought rose in the flood dragon’s mind, He cannot be fought head-on!
As Li Yanchu stepped forward, the ground shook as though mountains quaked, his aura wild and domineering. His powerful physique gave him unmatched brute strength. With one hand, he seized the dragon’s tail!
Boom!
He violently yanked the colossal body back, slamming it heavily into the ground. The thunderous crash was so loud that even the others locked in combat throughout the Dragon Palace couldn’t help but turn their heads, casting sidelong glances.
“This youth... walks the path of the martial brute?” Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song gave a wry smile.
“Good, good. Old Daoist Master Ling Song, the Daoist arts are wondrous indeed. I must admit inferiority.” Master Benxin smiled faintly.
These two were the foremost representatives of Daoism and Buddhism in Yingchuan Prefecture. The enemies before them weren’t overly difficult, leaving them room to exchange a jab or two.
Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song’s lips twitched, and a sudden flash crossed his mind.
“Master, your eyes are keen. This is indeed my Daoist sect’s profound method of entering the Dao through martial cultivation. This youth’s future will be extraordinary!”
Master Benxin’s smile stiffened. He couldn’t help but cast another look at Li Yanchu.
Entering the Dao through martial strength, decisive in slaughter... Such a path was rare these days. Could this youth truly be walking that path?
In their brief contact with Li Yanchu, they had thought him merely a promising young Daoist adept. They hadn’t expected him to wield such overwhelming, savage strength!
Riiiip!
A deep, tearing sound echoed. Li Yanchu tore the flood dragon in half with his bare hands, and blood sprayed in torrents!
A streak of primordial spirit light shot up, its face twisted in terror. It was the Dragon Prince who had just been ripped apart alive.
Bang!
Li Yanchu punched through the air. Even across several dozen meters, scorching qi and blood surged forth, searing through the void. The Dragon Prince’s primordial spirit let out a shrill scream and was struck heavily in an instant.
Then, four fierce beast phantoms surged from Li Yanchu’s body, their murderous might tyrannical, and they tore the Dragon Prince’s spirit to shreds before devouring it whole.
At this time, the battlefield fell silent, as the scene was far too shocking! That Dragon Prince was the Chu River Dragon King’s third son; his body was as strong as iron, and he had great magical powers. Yet he had been ripped apart alive!
“This young Daoist has some bite!” The old beggar’s eyes lit up, his battle spirit surging. He could not allow himself to be outshone by a Daoist!
The others were shaken as well, especially by those four beastly shadows. Their murderous aura was overwhelming. It had only lasted a moment, but everyone had seen them clearly: Baxia, Chaofeng, Yazi, Suanni!
No one could tell if this was the legendary manifestation of the Martial Dao Manifestation or some fearsome divine technique.
The Chu River Dragon Palace had no shallow foundation. The Crown Prince and the dragon sons and daughter were all second-realm powerhouses. With their dragon bodies as vessels, they cultivated divine arts, making them terribly difficult opponents!
That burly warrior wielding the nine-ring saber wasn’t even part of the Dragon Palace, he was a visiting guest from another demon clan. Such a lineup, anywhere else, would count as a truly formidable force. At least here in the Chu River domain, they could normally run rampant without restraint.
Unfortunately for them, today, five cultivators of profound attainment had come, and in no time, the Dragon Palace was left in ruins. Broken walls and shattered halls sprawled in every direction.
Boom! Boom!
Thunderous explosions echoed again and again within the palace. The dragon princess was run through by Fang Qinglan’s sword, her spirit utterly annihilated. Another dragon son was obliterated by Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song’s Central Five Mountains Talisman, his soul scattered to nothing.
The burly warrior with the nine-ring saber was grievously wounded by the old beggar, and then finished off by Li Yanchu, who crushed his skull with a single punch. His life-force snuffed out, and his corpse reverted to the form of a crocodilian dragon.
Only the Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace, Ao Ang, endured until the very end, wielding divine powers and sorcery in battle. His eyes blazed like cold lightning, his body morphing into that of a flood dragon. Its scales shone with a metallic sheen, ferocity and ruthlessness pouring from his form.
“You mortal cultivators dare destroy the Chu River Dragon Palace lineage! Your crime cannot be forgiven!” Ao Ang roared.
“The Dragon Palace’s slaughter of the innocent is the true unforgivable crime!” Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song barked back coldly.
“They were but a few lowborns! Dead or alive, what does it matter?” Ao Ang snarled.
“And you were but a few demons! Dead or alive, what does it matter?” Fang Qinglan answered in an icy voice.
Just then, sword-qi took form, directly shrouding Ao Ang.
Seeing this, Ao Ang roared in fury, surging his demonic power to shatter the sword-light, then cast the group a venomous glare. From his brow, a dragon scale flared with emerald radiance, his aura surging violently. A strange glow spread across his flood-dragon body.
Roaaar!
A deafening dragon’s roar thundered forth, shaking the entire Dragon Palace to its foundations. By sheer force, he broke through the encirclement, and fled deeper into the palace!
The group exchanged glances, their faces tinged with surprise.
“Was that... the aura of a true dragon just now?” Master Benxin asked, uncertain.
After all, true dragons no longer existed in the world.
“Chase him!” Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song commanded in a deep voice. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Their figures flashed, all five giving pursuit.
The Dragon Palace by now was nothing but ruins. Following Ao Ang’s trail, they pressed deeper and deeper, passing through several halls, until the surroundings grew barren and desolate, and before them loomed a dark cavern.
“Father, save me!” Ao Ang cried aloud.
Against any one of these five alone, he feared no one. Even if Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song and Master Benxin joined forces, he could still manage.
But the old beggar’s sorcery was unpredictable, Fang Qinglan’s sword-qi was fierce and unrestrained, and above all, Li Yanchu bore down on him with unbearable pressure. He was a warrior savage enough to tear apart a dragon son with his bare hands! Worse still, this man fought with no restraint, every strike lethal.
Ao Ang dreaded that, in the midst of battle, he might fall prey to Li Yanchu’s merciless hand. Yet within the cavern there was no response, a silence so absolute it crushed hope. Ao Ang’s heart quivered, his face turning bitter.
Could it be... his father intended to watch coldly as he perished? The more Ao Ang thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Today, the Dragon Palace faced utter destruction, and he had already sent word summoning the other demons to resist. Even though this cavern lay in a remote corner, the tremors should have been felt. If his father had intended to intervene, he would have done so long ago!
“You wretched flood-dragon, your death is at hand!” the old beggar sneered.
The magic power within his body condensed into a colossal hand, which pressed down to suppress Ao Ang.
“Sigh...” A single weary sigh echoed through the cavern, and the massive hand of condensed mana shattered instantly.
Seeing this, the old beggar staggered back several paces as if struck by lightning, his expression filled with shock.
