Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 367: The Old Dragon! Strike Him Down! The Wrath of a High Monk! Suppression with the Power of Incense and Vows!
A beam of radiance streaked forth, then an old man clad in golden robes appeared. He had a crown upon his head, his bearing solemn and majestic, like a sovereign emperor of the mortal realm.
The moment he appeared, everyone instantly felt an overwhelming pressure, so suffocating it was hard to breathe.
“Father!” Ao Ang rejoiced before he rushed eagerly to the old man’s side.
The crowd was flabbergasted. This was River Chu’s Dragon King?!
The old man cast Ao Ang a cold glance and said in a deep and grave voice, “I entrusted you with managing the Dragon Palace, yet you’ve brought it to this state?”
Hearing this, Ao Ang lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.The Dragon King’s anger had not yet subsided, and the very air around them grew frigid.
He then turned his chilling gaze upon the intruders. Murderous intent hung thick in the air, so much so that it was almost tangible, sending chills down everyone’s spine!
“So, you are the Dragon King of the River Chu?!” Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song said coldly.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Dragon King waved his hand, sending forth a surge of thick and crushing demonic power. Its momentum was vast, like the floodwaters of a mighty river.
Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song’s eyes narrowed, and he too struck out with a Central Five Mountains Talisman. Immediately, azure talismanic radiance clashed head-on with the Dragon King’s demonic might.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A massive shockwave rippled outward, spreading in waves like water. Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song’s body was hurled backward, blood staining the hem of his robes.
“Yang Spirit?!” His face paled slightly, then he shook his head. “No... his soul has not transformed, this is but a false realm!”
Even so, he was still somewhat shaken. If this Chu River Dragon King had truly stepped into the third realm, none of them would likely leave here alive today!
“Everyone, attack together! This old dragon is near the end of his lifespan, his days are numbered! If nothing else, we can exhaust him down to death!” Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song roared.
As a master of the Daoist path, he could clearly see the old dragon’s condition.
After Master Benxin pressed his palms together, his prayer beads suddenly expanded in size, binding the Dragon King’s body. Then, a majestic and awe-inspiring golden Buddhist radiance burst forth.
The old beggar too unleashed divine arts, striking with a mighty palm! Meanwhile, the others attacked in unison.
Rooooar!
The Dragon King revealed his true form, a flood dragon with double horns upon its head, a sign he was on the cusp of becoming a true dragon.
Just then, a fierce, overwhelming aura surged out of his body.
Boom! Boom!
With his savage draconic body and terrifying sorcery, the Dragon King forcibly suppressed them all. Even the faintest trace of dragon might, though weak, was the key to restraining their strength. He had the might of a true dragon!
Thus, all divine powers and arts were heavily suppressed in this domain.
Li Yanchu’s brows furrowed. This Chu River Dragon King had not yet reached the third realm, but the path he was walking was clearly the Dragon Transformation Dao, and his power was ferocious. Plus, the cavern itself seemed to harbor great danger, which set Li Yanchu on edge.
Just then, Fang Qinglan’s razor-sharp iron sword-qi lashed out, leaving a jagged cut along the flood-dragon’s body.
“Who are you wandering immortals, so reckless as to trespass on my den?!” the Dragon King snarled in fury.
Li Yanchu raised an eyebrow; this was the second person to speak of Fang Qinglan’s origins. The first had been his senior uncle from Mount Longhu, one of the Four Great Celestial Masters.
Then, a thunderous dragon cry rang out. From the cavern came a mysterious force, rippling like water and rolling over the place. The cultivators’ powers within their bodies suddenly began to flow in a strange and obscure way, especially affecting Fang Qinglan and the old beggar.
Fang Qinglan managed to brace herself on the iron sword, her expression resolute. Immediately, the old beggar just sprawled out on the ground, completely abandoning any pretense of a master’s dignity.
Without a doubt, his shameless approach was by far the most comfortable.
“Miss Qinglan,” the beggar warned, “this force strongly suppresses incense and prayer power. You mustn’t forcefully resist it, otherwise, it could damage your very essence!”
Daoist Master Ling Song’s face darkened. He shouted in anger, “Old monk, protect my body! I will fight this accursed flood-dragon to the death!”
A second-realm cultivator could send his primordial spirit forth, especially Daoist practitioners, who placed more of their foundation in the primordial spirit. Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song prepared to manifest his primordial spirit and Dharma form and go all out.
“Very well!”
Master Benxin’s gaze was square and unshakable, like a Vajra of the Buddha patrolling the darkness and banishing evil.
With that, vast Buddha-light flared forth. These two Buddhist and Daoist masters from Yingchuan Prefecture were preparing to risk everything to take down the Dragon King of the Chu River. If they failed to suppress him, and the old dragon stirred up storms, countless lives would be lost.
The two of them were natives of Yingchuan Prefecture, with their spiritual roots deeply tied to this land. They usually received the incense and prayers of the local people, so now, naturally, they had to risk their lives for the people of Yingchuan.
Boom!
The Chu River Dragon King’s flood-dragon body was suddenly slammed aside by a figure. As it slammed hard against the riverbed rock, stone shards exploded outward.
Watching this, Daoist Master Ling Song and Master Benxin were dumbfounded.
Li Yanchu, who had been on edge this whole time, wary of some terrifying monster leaping from the cavern, finally lost patience as he saw the Dragon King pressing the fight and rammed straight into him!
The Chu River Dragon King spat out in a cold voice, “You fool, you dare sneak-attack this king?!”
Even against a foe of this caliber, Li Yanchu’s Sun Veil worked; it drastically reduced his sense of presence!
“Come!” Li Yanchu’s eyes flashed cold, and his voice boomed like thunder.
In response, the flood-dragon unfurled his body, which was over thirty zhang long, marshaling the aquatic spiritual energies of this domain to suppress him.
Clang!
With that, he drew the five-times enhanced Jiaoslayer from its sheath.
A flash of blade light streaked through the air, and the momentum of heaven and earth around them vanished. On the flood-dragon’s body appeared a horrific wound deep to the bone, and blood gushed forth. The Chu River Dragon King’s face went pale with shock!
If not for the dragon pearl shielding him just now, he would have died on the spot! He hastily urged the surging vitality within his body to mend the injury.
Demons were renowned for their robust vigor, especially flood-dragons, whose bodies recovered with terrifying speed. So long as his lifespan was not spent, he was nearly unkillable!
Yet this time, the Chu River Dragon King felt true panic. That dreadful wound showed not the slightest sign of healing!
His gaze fell on the Jiaoslayer in Li Yanchu’s hand, and his heart clenched. This saber is no ordinary thing!
He hurriedly summoned another technique. Within the cavern welled up a strange and mysterious power, which was neither Daoist qi, nor Buddhist mana, nor demon force. Yet it could suppress and disrupt the working of divine powers and techniques!
Clang! There was another slash of saber-light.
Li Yanchu struck again, and the Dragon King’s body bore another ghastly wound, nearly splitting him in two.
“What is this!?”
The Chu River Dragon King focused his sight, only to see this young Daoist wrapped in blazing, searing blood qi. At this time, he radiated a feral and tyrannical aura!
That slash just now, he hadn’t used even a shred of divine technique or spiritual energy.
“A martial brute?” The Chu River Dragon King was startled.
A trace of bewilderment flickered in his eyes. Since when have mortal martial brutes become so domineering?
Clang!
The saber flashed again, and the water-shield he had condensed was cleaved apart in a single stroke. A great swath of flesh was hacked from his demon body, and he became a bloody, mangled mess.
Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song, who had been ready to fight to the death to slay this wicked flood-dragon in defense of the righteous Dao, stared wide-eyed.
This youth is actually this ferocious!?”
Everyone was shaken!
“Strike him down!”
Even the high monk of the Buddhist sect was burning with demon-subduing fury. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
In an instant, countless divine powers and spells rained down upon the Dragon King of the Chu River.
Boom!
Boom!
His demon body split and cracked, and his protective barriers shattered one after another. Daoist talismans, Buddhist prayer beads, razor-sharp sword qi, colossal hand-seals... One domineering technique after another was unleashed, their momentum earth-shaking, heaven-rending!
And yet, the Dragon Palace Crown Prince, Ao Ang, who should have been lending aid, was nowhere to be seen. Grinding his teeth, he slipped into the depths of the cavern.
