Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 950: Chapter 502: Eighth Life: Life-Risking Forbidden Technique, Slaying the 1,000-Year Ink Flood Dragon! (Part 2)

Precisely because of this.

Many young prodigies, in order to gain a greater advantage, often deliberately suppress their own Cultivation, only to rapidly break through after entering the Secret Realm.

Just like that young man in a black robe before, leveraging the power of the World-purifying Divine Fire, was able to step into the Half-step Celestial Destiny Realm in a short time.

But those young prodigies who break through with external forces often have shaky foundations and find it difficult to exert real combat power.

But Lu Yuan is different.

That Ink Flood Dragon could see that the young man before him had an incredibly solid foundation, not weaker in the slightest compared to those Direct Lineage Disciples from the Great Teachings!

Like those Direct Lineage Disciples, each is an unparalleled monster among millions.

Often, in a Secular Dynasty, only a handful are qualified to become True Disciples of the Great Teachings.

For such monsters, fighting across realms is as simple as eating or drinking water, something ordinary strong individuals cannot contend with!

"Your Excellency, the Celestial Mandate Inheritance concerns the survival of my Fierce Beast Lineage. If you can spare us, I promise to repay this favor tenfold in the future."

The Ink Flood Dragon hesitated for a long time before speaking with difficulty.

Though he is a Half-step Celestial Destiny Great Power, in front of a real True Disciple of the Great Teachings, he is utterly insignificant.

If a true life-and-death battle were to commence, he might not even be Lu Yuan’s match!

"You of the Fierce Beast Lineage allied with the Eastern Sea Demon Race, have you forgotten how many young heroes of the Human Race you’ve killed, and now you think it can all be written off?"

Lu Yuan said with a half-smile.

The lives of other Human Race heroes didn’t concern him, but besides Luo Xin and Su Rhyme, the other three True Disciples of Cyan Cloud Sect had all perished to the Fierce Beasts.

This blood debt must be settled!

"Are you bent on a fight to the death with us?"

"Though your Talent is impressive, my Fierce Beast Lineage has operated in the Spirit Void Cave Mansion for thousands of years and is not easily dealt with."

The Ink Flood Dragon’s face was gloomy, speaking in a fierce tone as a threat.

Yet, despite his powerful facade, he grew increasingly uncertain inside.

As a millennium-old Demon King, his Spiritual Intelligence surpassed many Human Race strong individuals and he had long learned to read faces.

The Ink Flood Dragon could see that Lu Yuan remained calm and composed all along, indicating that he was not bluffing but was indeed sure he could handle all opponents.

"Shua!"

Lu Yuan couldn’t be bothered to waste words, drawing out the Cyan Frost Sword directly.

No words were needed.

Since the Fierce Beast Lineage had allied with the Eastern Sea Demon Race, it meant that they and the Human Race were already in a state of irreconcilable conflict.

Moreover, Lu Yuan was determined to get the Celestial Mandate Inheritance, and there was no way he would hand it over to someone else!

"In that case, it seems there’s no choice but for us to battle."

The Ink Flood Dragon sighed slightly, with a trace of resolution to fight to the death surfacing in his mind.

From the moment he agreed to ally with the Eastern Sea Demon Race, there was no turning back.

If he couldn’t obtain the Celestial Mandate Inheritance, even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he would face retribution from the Human Race.

What’s more, a group of Human Race strong individuals guarded the Secret Realm’s exit; no matter how powerful he was, where could he escape to?

"Kill!"

The Ink Flood Dragon roared in anger, and his body was immediately covered with dense scales, forming an indestructible armor that clanged and rattled.

Spikes grew from his elbows and knees, and he transformed into a half-human, half-dragon form, resembling a cold-blooded killing machine!

Not only that.

A dense Blood Qi swirled around the Ink Flood Dragon, and even his skin and scales showed an eerie blood-red color.

He clearly wasn’t holding back, employing his most powerful forbidden killing move right from the start.

When in this State, his originally extremely powerful aura rose even further, barely inferior to that of a Celestial Destiny Great Power!

"Forcing me to use this move, you can go to your grave without regret."

A glint of intoxication and madness flashed in the Ink Flood Dragon’s blood-red eyes.

The pleasure brought by such great Power was incomparable to anything else.

Regrettably.

This was a life-risking Forbidden Technique, which would deplete his Life Force and couldn’t be used recklessly.

If he could maintain this State, he wouldn’t fear falling behind even when facing a Celestial Destiny Great Power!

"Bang!"

As soon as the words were spoken.

The Ink Flood Dragon transformed into a blood-colored remnant shadow, as if teleporting, instantly darting to Lu Yuan’s front.

Its sharp claws sparkled with a chilling gleam, reaching out like lightning, accompanied by a rapid, piercing sound of air being torn apart, splitting the ground beneath Lu Yuan’s feet.

"Crack!"

The ground cracked, mountains crumbled.

The Ink Flood Dragon continuously swung its claws, carving multiple ravines into the ground. Its terrifying power could instantly kill a Nirvana Ninth Layer expert.

Lu Yuan raised his sword to block, and sparks flew everywhere, accompanied by the sound of iron striking.

Yet, the Cyan Frost Sword, which had effortlessly sliced through iron before, merely left a shallow white mark on the Ink Flood Dragon’s claws.

This alone revealed just how terrifying the defense of the scales on the Ink Flood Dragon truly was.

Moreover.

Strands of emerald green poison mist, like serpents, entwined on the surface of the Cyan Frost Sword, creeping along the sword towards Lu Yuan, attempting to invade his body!

"The Thousand-Year Demon King is certainly formidable, just this move far surpasses that Snow Wolf King."

Facing the fierce assaults of the Ink Flood Dragon, Lu Yuan did not panic; instead, he had the leisure to sincerely praise.

"Even though your scales are sturdy, my sword is not weak either!"

As the emerald green poison mist was about to reach the sword’s hilt, Lu Yuan slightly moved his thoughts and activated the Self-Cutting Sword Dao to the extreme.

In an instant.

Sword light was fierce, frost chilled all lands.

An unstoppable sword intent erupted from within the Cyan Frost Sword, seemingly able to obliterate everything in the world.

In front of this supreme sword intent, those emerald poison mists vanished like snow under the Fiery Sun, disappearing completely.

As for the Ink Flood Dragon’s body, it, too, suffered a severe blow, spurting several mouthfuls of fresh blood with a gasp, its face instantly turning exceedingly pale.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It can wound my Divine Soul!"

The Ink Flood Dragon was filled with shock and anger, hurriedly retracting.

Yet, the Self-Cutting Sword Dao was created by a peerless strong person, able to cut the sky above and the earth below, nothing in the universe cannot be cut.

And this Ink Flood Dragon, despite having a thousand years of Dao Practice, how could it possibly be a match for Lu Yuan?

Just as it tried to retreat, a nameless intense pain suddenly radiated from its chest.

Looking down in horror, it found that the once indestructible scale armor on its chest was now like paper, easily opened by the Cyan Frost Sword, leaving a long wound!

In the next moment.

Blood gushed from the Ink Flood Dragon’s chest, causing its aura to become increasingly weak and dispirited!

"Even the senior Ink Flood Dragon falls into a disadvantaged position?"

On the high mountain.

Yao Hong sensed the commotion coming from below, immediately turned his head to look, and was so scared that his soul almost left his body, feeling a chill rising from his tailbone, rushing to his head.

One must know the Ink Flood Dragon’s cultivation was profound; previously dealing with that black-robed youth, it had not exerted its full strength, yet easily slain all the Imperial Race prodigies.

But now, this Ink Flood Dragon, with such formidable power, could not withstand even one strike from Lu Yuan?

Thinking of this, Yao Hong felt cold in his hands and feet, his heart growing increasingly fearful.

"No, the Celestial Mandate Inheritance concerns the future of our Eastern Sea Demon Race, and must not have any mishaps."

"I must get ahead of this person and first acquire the inheritance Master Lingxu left behind!"

Yao Hong’s eyes were determined, resolutely turned around, exerting all efforts to climb toward the mountain top.

Meanwhile, the Ink Flood Dragon facing Lu Yuan’s fierce sword aura was also lamenting, covered in wounds, with a significant amount of blood dripping.

Its aura fell to the bottom, no longer as strong as before.

In the end.

Under the panic-stricken gaze of the Ink Flood Dragon, Lu Yuan swiftly decapitated it with one sword stroke!

Yet Nirvana experts can regenerate severed limbs, especially tough beings like the thousand-year-old Ink Flood Dragon, even if decapitated, it can instantly recover.

Seeing the flesh at the break of the Ink Flood Dragon’s neck wriggling, with a large number of flesh buds sprouting.

From Lu Yuan’s mind poured out a surging power of the Divine Soul, like breaking dead branches, invaded deep into the Ink Flood Dragon’s Soul Palace, obliterating all its Divine Soul and Vitality.

With the Divine Soul extinguished, even the Celestial Destiny Great Power is destined to cease existence.

And the Ink Flood Dragon’s scarlet eyes instantly lost all brilliance, turning gray and desolate.

"Thud!"

Its head fell heavily to the ground, eyes wide open, dying with regret!