Immortal of the Ages

Long Qingyan wasn't done yet! As his vital energy surged, his body crackled with snapping sounds. A swath of violet dragon scales emerged, gradually enveloping him completely.

It was like adding another layer of defense beneath celestial battle armor.

Those familiar with the Southern Divine Dragon Realm knew this was their famed Dragon Devil Transformation. It enhanced their clan's attack, speed, and defense—a complete augmentation.

Even Long Qinyang's face and the back of his head were covered with these scales. His head transformed subtly, turning him into a draconian—a dragon's head on a man's body.

In this way, even the scar on his right cheek was concealed beneath the scales.

"ROAR!" He let out a deep draconic growl. Clutching the five-foot Palm Sword in one hand, his entire body burst into violet flames. The Dragon Devil Clan truly had power to spare.

Long Qinyang's eyes held more disdain and amusement. He looked at Feng Yao with a condescending gaze, as if she was already defeated.

"You really are the perfect plaything," Long Qinyang chuckled, shrugging.

"Screw you!" Feng Yao was quick to anger, and now her fury was explosive. Whom had she provoked? Did she have to be targeted just for walking down the street?

It was Long Qinyang's gaze—that domineering look of those from the Southern Divine Dragon Realm that seemed to dictate her fate—that enraged her beyond measure.

"Go to hell!" Feng Yao's rage swelled until it consumed her entire being.

The Corona above her head suddenly transformed into a lifelike sanguine dragon, surging with three kinds of tribulation powers, proving her cultivation was inferior to that of Long Qinyang.

"Heh." Seeing this, Long Qinyang grew more confident. His nine-foot frame shook; like a dragon-shaped behemoth, he swung his sword to strike her down.

Feng Yao stared coldly at him and instantly drew her Heaven Devourer Bow fully. As the blood dragons coiled around her, she became utterly cold. Her anger was no longer felt. Only the ultimate killing intent of the Mortal Dust Devil remained.

"Burning Snow North Wind," she uttered through crimson lips.

Before the arrow was loosed, the Swallowing Heaven grade celestial technique from the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm was already unleashed.

Burning Snow North Wind was the signature move of the Snow Lineage.

Yet, in Feng Yao's hands, inheriting the fine traditions of Yun Xiao, the move transformed noticeably.

The Burning Snow became Burning Blood. Within the scope of her celestial technique, a blood-red storm erupted. Crimson snowflakes swirled and condensed, instantly forming hundreds of blood-colored tornadoes.

These tornadoes formed a scarlet prison, trapping Long Qinyang within. Each blood-red snowflake was like a blade, violently slashing toward him.

"She's only in the Third Baptism Realm. How is she that strong already?" Long Qinyang muttered.

He hadn't expected this Yin Devil archer to be so skilled, possessing such talent in celestial techniques. He had always defeated opponents beyond his level, but today someone was trying to surpass him.

Long Qinyang frowned but felt no fear. His violet Vorona blazed, morphing into a spherical shield adorned with dragon patterns, enveloping him completely. 𝔯αＮО฿Ё𝘴

BANG! BANG! BANG! The crimson snowflakes, numbering in the millions, bombarded the dragon-patterned shield in an instant, causing it to tremble violently.

"Good attempt, but..." Long Qinyang gritted his teeth and growled, his face contorted with ferocity. Shielded by his Corona, he charged toward Feng Yao. "Once an archer is within reach, you're as good as dead!"

BOOM! With the five-foot Sword Soul in hand, he moved like a raging dragon, pressing through the blood-red storm toward Feng Yao with overwhelming force.

Such a grand commotion would surely draw the attention of others. What did he have to fear? He stood invincible.

"You can't even break my Corona..." Just as Long Qinyang sneered, a sanguine dragon suddenly appeared before his eyes.

ROAR! The crimson dragon opened its massive jaws, crashing into the dragon-patterned shield, tearing a gap in the Corona.

"What?" Long Qinyang's sneer vanished, replaced by shock.

He knew this was Feng Yao's Corona, but he never imagined that a Corona with only three kinds of tribulation power could be so powerful.

With a thunderous crash, the Sanguine Spirit Dragon Corona obliterated the dragon-patterned shield. The lingering force of the Burning Blood North Wind summoned a crimson tempest that slammed into Long Qinyang, hurling him backward.

He swung his sword with blinding speed. His celestial armor and dragon scales worked in tandem, deflecting a torrent of blood-hued snowflake blades.

Yet some of the deadly flakes tore through his scales, slicing fine wounds into his flesh.

"You're courting death!" Long Qinyang roared.

The pain was sharp but superficial, only fueling his fury. Surviving the onslaught, he sprang up, his blood-red eyes locked onto Feng Yao. With a savage howl, he charged at her once more.

Feng Yao's fully drawn Heaven Devourer Bow now brimmed with Mortal Dust Devil Blood—blood infused with the power of three great calamities. It seemed to set the bow ablaze, unleashing its full might.

"A bow and arrow? A worthless celestial weapon!" Long Qinyang scoffed.

In his grasp, the Palm Sword abruptly transformed into a Flying Sword. His Flying Sword, resembling a small violet dragon, was a size larger than Yun Xiao's.

To a Sword Immortal wielding a Flying Sword, primitive weapons like bows and arrows, which were incapable of being controlled at will, seemed rather crude.

Long Qinyang's Flying Sword whistled through the air, hurtling toward Feng Yao.

"Is that so?" Feng Yao's smile was icy. She released her arrow abruptly, swift and unhesitating.

"A Flying Sword can change direction 1,000 times, but once your arrow leaves the string, it's beyond control!" Long Qinyang remained violently confident, his conviction unshaken. He fixed his gaze on the Heaven Devourer Arrow streaking from the bow, ready to muster all his strength to dodge and deflect... before finally subduing her with his Flying Sword!

However, a sudden searing pain tore through his body.

"AGHH!" Long Qinyang cried out, glancing down. Tiny blood-red dragons crawled over the countless crimson sword wounds etched across his skin. The little dragons devoured his blood, forming a prison that locked him tight.

This was the terrifying power of the Mortal Dust Devil Blood.

"What..!? AKH—" Long Qinyang shuddered, trying to break free. But before he could do anything, a blood-colored arrow, entwined with Mortal Dust Devil Blood, violently pierced through his mouth and exited the back of his head.

"Supreme Yin... Cauldron..." He clutched his mouth, eyes widening in bewildered despair. Staring at the cold-faced Feng Yao, the world before him began to blur and crumble.

"Cauldron, my ass!" Feng Yao cursed, rolling her eyes as she stowed away the Heaven Devourer Bow.

Opposite her, regardless of how towering his nine-foot frame had been or how vigorous his life force was, Long Qinyang had lost all vitality. He fell heavily, dying in confusion and hopelessness.

WHOOSH! His spirit tried to escape but was casually caught by Yun Xiao and held in his hand.

"Let go, you worthless scum!" Long Qinyang's spirit was utterly panicked. He hadn't expected this young man to be an Anima Immortal, capable of seizing his unmanifested spirit.

"Me, worthless?" Yun Xiao was bemused.

"Who else? Hiding behind a woman and still trying to act tough?" Long Qinyang had lost all composure; despite his usual arrogance, his voice now quavered.

"Look," Yun Xiao said, holding Long Qinyang's spirit as if it were a small chick.

Then Long Qinyang saw Feng Yao in high spirits. She rummaged through his corpse and pulled out a little thumb-sized flask. Skipping happily over to Yun Xiao, she exclaimed excitedly, "Here! This is the Heavenly Dragon Saliva I promised you. I kept my word, didn't I?"

"That's all? Far from enough," Yun Xiao said with a smile as he accepted the small flask.

"You're so greedy!" Feng Yao playfully slapped his chest, her face flushed with shyness.

Her radiant beauty was a stark contrast to her earlier cold demeanor, which only tore at Long Qinyang's heart even more.

"See that? Supreme Yin Cauldron or whatever… she's my precious little treasure," Yun Xiao said to Long Qinyang with a grin.

"Who are you talking to? Haven't you sent him off yet?" Feng Yao realized, blushing slightly.

Since the spirit hadn't manifested and she wasn't an Anima Immortal, she couldn't see it clearly.

Hearing this, Long Qinyang completely broke down. He finally understood that their relationship wasn't Yun Xiao hiding behind her strength; instead, this terrifyingly powerful Supreme Yin Cauldron was actually by his side.

"Who... what are you?" Long Qinyang roared in despair.

He couldn't fathom what was special about this young man. Wasn't he just a country bumpkin entering the city? Where did he get the audacity to kill his pursuers and then take down a high-ranking disciple like himself?

Yun Xiao didn't reply but crouched down instead.

Right before Long Qinyang's spirit, he stripped the corpse of all valuables. Then, he had Feng Yao refine Long Qinyang's blood. Finally, Yun Xiao swallowed the Seed of Creation and absorbed his sword bone. Now, the Heaven Burial Sword Soul sported 330 Sword Prisons!

Throughout the entire process, Long Qinyang watched, his spirit trembling, his mind utterly shattered.

"Consider yourself lucky; if my two corpse demon maids, Youyou and Susu, were here, you wouldn't even have your flesh left," Yun Xiao said.

He then used the Heaven Burial Sword Soul to incinerate Long Qinyang's corpse completely.

"Nonono… NO!." Long Qinyang's spirit screamed helplessly, his eyes nearly bursting. Consumed by hatred, he roared madly, "You're dead! And that woman—her fate is to be utterly ruined by millions of Dragon Devil Clan members! Your end will be 10,000 times worse than mine!"

"Oh, is that so?" Yun Xiao had intended to send him off, but hearing this, he chuckled. "Then I'll keep you around and see whether you succeed, or whether I slay millions of your kind until your race is extinct."

"Hahaha..." Long Qinyang laughed maniacally, mocking and sneering. What kind of delusional dream is this? Did he really dare? His laughter shook his spirit. Finally, with a sinister voice, he said, "Enough, I won't toy with you anymore. Do you know why your ambush tonight failed?"

"Go ahead, tell me," Yun Xiao replied.

Long Qinyang smirked darkly. "I don't like leaving loose ends. Even though I came to inform him personally, before that, I already sent your images to the Young Dragon Lord. Hahaha..."

As his words fell, sounds of commotion came from the direction of the Sun-Moon Star Tower. Clearly, people were approaching.

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