The two Demons' faces flashed with astonishment simultaneously.
"This is... giving up resistance?"
However.
The next instant.
Pressure originating from the depths of the Bloodline erupted violently from that tiny body.
Jiang Yuechu tilted her head slightly. Her originally clear black eyes suddenly constricted, transforming into two extremely eerie slit pupils.
Snap.
Two soft sounds.
The skin on her smooth, full forehead tore open.
Two crystal-clear dragon horns, as if carved from jade, slowly emerged in their jagged glory.
"This is..."
The appearance of a True Dragon!
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's pupils constricted violently. Before it could exclaim, the two had already collided fiercely.
The next instant.
A wave of air exploded.
"Give me..."
Jiang Yuechu's red lips parted slightly. Her five fingers suddenly exerted force, digging deeply into the dragon scales.
The strength of ten thousand jun—the innate Divine Ability of the Black Mountain Bear Lord, combined with her terrifying Physical Body after the Dragon Transformation—at this moment, erupted completely!
"Kneel!!!"
Boom!!!
Jiang Yuechu's spine crackled like a dragon roaring. The muscles in her right arm tightened, and blue veins bulged.
The Demon body, spanning dozens of zhang, was actually swung up by her single hand, carving a shrill arc through the air.
Whoosh.
A huge shadow swept overhead.
Immediately after.
Rumble!!!
Jiao Li, Demon King, was violently slammed into the ground.
The earth rose and fell like waves, and dust and smoke shot into the sky.
The originally flat wilderness was forcefully smashed into a giant crater dozens of zhang in circumference.
At the bottom of the pit.
Jiao Li, Demon King's massive body curled up in pain, most of its white scales shattered, oozing crimson dragon blood.
It was clearly a Lotus Cultivation Demon King specializing in the Physical Body, yet now, it was no match for a tiny member of the Human Race... What kind of monster was this...
Before it could recover.
Whoosh.
The sound of wind whistled overhead.
Jiao Li, Demon King, looked up subconsciously.
The girl descended from the sky, using the momentum of her fall to stomp her foot fiercely onto Jiao Li, Demon King's massive head.
Thump!!!
The head that had just been raised was once again stomped violently into the mud.
Gravel splattered, and half of its head was buried inside.
Fights between Demons have never been as flashy as those of the Human Race.
Aside from innate Divine Ability, what they compete with is that one breath, that body of flesh, and a ruthless spirit!
Strong is strong. Weak is weak.
And at this moment, in this desolate land.
The girl before its eyes finally taught this arrogant Lotus Cultivation Demon King the meaning of ferocity.
"Roar... Presumptuous..."
Jiao Li, Demon King, roared in anger, its long tail sweeping horizontally, attempting to drive the ant on its back away.
However.
Jiang Yuechu didn't even look. Her left hand suddenly reached backward.
Her fingertips pierced through the scales, gripping the dragon tail.
Snap.
The long tail was actually snapped off by force.
"Awoo!!!"
The shrill scream made Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King, who was about to pounce, freeze in its tracks.
It looked at the girl, who was riding on its brother's head like a Demon god.
Fear finally appeared in its eyes.
"What are you stunned for?!"
Jiao Li, Demon King, sprayed blood while struggling and roaring frantically: "Help me!!!"
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King, came back to its senses and gritted its teeth.
It was now impossible to back down.
It was either you die or I live.
As a fellow White Flood Dragon.
Even if it was not a match.
It was impossible to abandon its companion and leave alone.
Opening its mouth, it spat.
A chilling, gloomy wave swept forward.
At the same time, its body slithered, its dual claws reaching out, aiming directly for the girl's back.
Feeling the chill behind it.
Jiang Yuechu didn't even turn her head. Leaning backward, her right leg swung like a Divine Dragon's tail, carrying an explosive sonic boom as it kicked backward!
Bang!!!
The immense force penetrated through the jaw.
The long neck bone was actually kicked by this whipping leg, forcing it into a ninety-degree angle!
"Ugh..."
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's eyes bulged, and its body fell uncontrollably to the side.
Before it could hit the ground.
A red shadow flashed before its eyes.
Jiang Yuechu's figure had vanished into thin air.
The next instant.
A gale whistled.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King, raised its eyes in despair, only to see the girl in the red cloak had appeared directly above its head.
Her figure was stretched out, taut like a fully drawn bow.
Her right arm raised high.
She bent her elbow and smashed down!
Boom!!!
The earth trembled again.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's body slammed heavily into the deep pit.
The two arrogant Lotus Cultivation Demon Kings.
At this moment, like two dead dogs, were squeezed into the same mud pit.
Dripping with blood, in a wretched state.
Whoosh.
A figure tore through the smoke and dust, crashing down.
The girl was expressionless, without the slightest pity.
She leaned over.
Clenched her fist.
Her left hand pressed down on Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's still-twitching dragon head, and her right hand clenched tight.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The wind of her fists was like rain, the momentum like thunder.
Each punch that landed was accompanied by the shattering and flying of white scales.
I don't know how much time passed.
When the final punch landed.
Inside the deep pit, the original appearance of the Flood Dragons could no longer be made out.
There were only two blurry masses of red and white, mixed with shattered bones and mud, emitting a pungent, bloody stench.
Whoosh.
Jiang Yuechu slowly straightened her body and exhaled a breath of turbid Qi.
Her originally fair and slender hands were now stained with scarlet blood and brain matter.
The slit pupils in her eyes slowly dissipated, returning to their original clarity and pitch blackness.
On her forehead.
Those two crystal-clear dragon horns also slowly retracted into her body, as smooth as before.
Jiang Yuechu reached out, pulled a corner of her cloak, and wiped the blood from her hands in a leisurely manner.
Her movements were elegant, her expression indifferent.
As the two great Demons lost their life force.
[Killed Lotus Cultivation Realm White Flood Dragon, gained 9,847 years of Dao Cultivation]
[Killed Lotus Cultivation Initial Realm White Flood Dragon, gained 7,652 years of Dao Cultivation]
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow slightly.
As expected of great Lotus Cultivation Demons.
This net worth was truly astonishingly rich.
Previously, slaughtering the entire Baosha Temple, along with all those head monks and abbots, had only amounted to seven or eight thousand years of Dao Cultivation.
Now, just these two Demons had contributed nearly eighteen thousand years of Dao Cultivation in one go!
Such a reward could be called getting rich overnight.
The household wealth that had previously been a source of worry was instantly replenished.
With this huge sum.
Let alone evolving the White Flood Dragon to Heavenly Accomplishment, even that black flood dragon seemed to be on the agenda...
Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath, calming the impulse in her heart to look up and laugh.
However.
When her gaze moved away from the generous reward and landed on the two masses of rotting flesh that could no longer be identified.
Her brow, however, wrinkled slightly.
Just now, that battle...
If it were on any other day, she would always seek only to kill the enemy with her blade, striving for simplicity and efficiency.
If she could slit a throat with one strike, she would never throw an extra punch.
But just now.
The moment she activated the Dragon Transformation Scripture and transformed into a half-dragon body.
That desire to tear everything apart, to crush everything...
And even the pleasure of enjoying the feeling of her fingertips piercing through scales and hearing the sound of bones cracking.
Jiang Yuechu raised her hand, looking at her palm, which seemed to still retain a warm, bloody stench even after being wiped clean.
The Dragon Transformation Scripture was indeed tyrannical.
Not only did it cause her Physical Body strength to skyrocket several times over, but the side effects could not be underestimated either.
If she were to indulge in this pleasure for a long time, would there eventually come a day when her reason would be swallowed?
Jiang Yuechu was silent for a moment.
She shook her head.
Forget it.
Power itself has no right or wrong; it depends on whose hands it is held in.
If she didn't even have this bit of self-confidence, how could she talk about slaying Demons and ascending to the Peak?
Thinking of this.
Jiang Yuechu stopped agonizing over it.
With a thought.
In her Dantian Qi Sea, that verdant, dripping-wet Dao Lotus swayed gently.
Myriad Demon Swallowing Heaven!
Hum!!!
An invisible suction force erupted from her palm.
In the deep pit, from the two Demon corpses, bits of glowing white light drifted out.
As the points of light continuously flowed in.
The originally tightly closed lotus bud now trembled slightly, as if one lotus petal was about to unfold.