Chapter 2705 - 2704: Slaying Dragon

The Evil Dragon’s claw struck the ground, instantly causing the earth to collapse, and the waters of the Weili River surged out, as the Evil Dragon extended its claw a bit further.

The next moment, another claw emerged, shattering the surrounding ground completely, creating favorable space for the Evil Dragon to break free. Only by fully unleashing the Weili River could it completely emerge.

Now, no one could stand on the ground. Ling Feng and Ling Yao had long moved onto Little Fei’s back, while Song Ruozhao was walking through the air.

Only Ye Yun remained standing on the water, gripping his Qingfeng Sword tightly, silently watching as the Evil Dragon gradually broke free from the Weili River’s restraints.

The original small creek had now completely transformed into a vast ocean, and the Evil Dragon’s body gradually appeared before everyone.

Its deep green body was comparable to a small hill, with red patterns coursing over its surface, surrounded by a faint black aura.

Most strikingly, the Evil Dragon had only one eye left, with a massive scar on its blind eye, left by Ye Yun’s Qingfeng Sword in the past.

Now the Evil Dragon could only watch this former foe through its solitary red eye. It was clear how fierce that past battle was, as neither side had a significant advantage, both suffering heavy losses.

Suspended in mid-air, the Evil Dragon coldly stared down at the diminutive Ye Yun, who wasn’t even the size of one of its claws, then let out a dragon roar, sending massive waves from the river surging toward the solitary Ye Yun.

"Elder!" Song Ruozhao shouted from behind, then intended to go up and help.

But Ye Yun merely raised his Qingfeng Sword lightly, sending forth a green Sword Qi, its immense power seeming to tear the sky apart.

The waves were no match for the Sword Qi; before contact, they were sliced into powerless splashes.

The Sword Qi showed no sign of stopping, continuing forward.

The Evil Dragon’s eye narrowed, and it spat out a beam of light. The beam and Sword Qi collided, triggering a violent explosion, their formidable forces evenly matched and neutralizing each other.

Ye Yun said to Song Ruozhao, who wanted to help, "No need to come over. This is between us; let us settle this ourselves."

Song Ruozhao looked at the power contained in the green Sword Qi and murmured, "So this is the Qingfeng Sword Saint’s strike, and even a casual swing of Sword Qi carries such power,"

"Is this the pinnacle of swordsmanship? When will I reach such a realm..." Song Ruozhao sighed.

Even the goddess Ling Yao praised, "I’ve never seen such powerful and domineering sword moves, it’s as if only a deity could wield such force; just a slight lift of the hand carries such might?"

Only Ling Feng didn’t express amazement; when the Evil Dragon appeared, he had activated his Divine Sense. When Ye Yun appeared earlier, Ling Feng sensed that although he was a skeleton, he still had remnants of Spiritual Energy from his lifetime supporting his actions.

After Ye Yun unleashed that green Sword Qi, Ling Feng noticed that the Spiritual Energy within Ye Yun had significantly weakened. Clearly, while the Sword Qi was powerful, it also consumed a great deal of Ye Yun’s Spiritual Energy.

Ling Feng estimated that the remaining Spiritual Energy in Ye Yun was insufficient to sustain such formidable sword moves again.

The Evil Dragon, seeing the Sword Qi and beam having cancelled each other out, mocked, "Ye Yun, Ye Yun, you’ve become weaker, you’ve aged. Back then, I had to guard against your green Sword Qi with all my might,"

"But now it seems far less formidable than when you first unleashed it!"

The Evil Dragon moved, flying towards Ye Yun.

Ye Yun finally rose into the air, the Evil Dragon transforming mid-flight into a middle-aged man dressed in a dark green robe, its one eye emitting a red glint as it roared and attacked Ye Yun.

The Evil Dragon’s fist retained the form of a dragon claw, with Ye Yun striking out with the Qingfeng Sword, the two clashing together.

The Evil Dragon’s claw was as hard as forged weaponry, almost perfectly blocking the edge of the Qingfeng Sword.

Ye Yun, with only one arm, struggled to hold on, yet still persisted, trying to pierce through with the Qingfeng’s sword tip aimed at the dragon claw.

The Evil Dragon extended another claw, targeting Ye Yun’s head, but Ye Yun instantly used his sword to deflect the claw, defending against the surprise attack.

The Evil Dragon cunningly smiled, revealing a triumphant expression as its head twisted madly, releasing countless sharp teeth, striking Ye Yun’s only remaining arm.

His skeletal body, ultimately not as complete as his former flesh, succumbed under the Evil Dragon’s relentless tooth attack, finally losing his last arm.

The Evil Dragon grabbed that arm, crushing it into fragments.

The Qingfeng Sword slipped from his grasp, descending alongside Ye Yun.

Ye Yun’s body hit a floating island heavily, almost shattering it.

The Evil Dragon laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Ye Yun! You’ve lost! You’ve grown old! Do you still think you’re the Sword Saint you once were? Just rest in peace now!"

"I will return to the Upper Realm, and I’ll make those people remember the fear that I once commanded!"

Seeing Ye Yun fall, Song Ruozhao was about to go up to help, but was held back by Ling Feng. Song Ruozhao turned back to look at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng shook his head, "This is the elder’s own battle; it’s better for us not to interfere."

Song Ruozhao was furious and tried to shake off Ling Feng’s hand, but then saw Ye Yun on the island slowly rise.

Ye Yun had lost his last arm and could no longer hold the Qingfeng Sword.

But at this moment, Ye Yun lifted his gaze to the sky, fixating on the triumphant Evil Dragon, shaking his head and saying, "Do you truly wish to continue wreaking havoc in the Upper Realm?"

The Evil Dragon roared, "I am stronger than those ants; naturally, I can enslave and devour them. It is their honor to become the fuel for my ascendance!"

"Good... very good, you are indeed stubbornly unrepentant. Not killing you back then was my regret. Today, it seems fate wants you unsealed, destiny demands I personally slay you, this scourge!"

"Then today, I, Ye Yun, shall uphold the heavens!"

Ye Yun turned his back to Song Ruozhao and Ling Feng, shouting: "Song Ruozhao! Ling Feng, watch closely! You won’t be able to see the next sword strike from above."

"This is the sword strike I comprehended over thousands of years while reduced to a skeleton beneath the stone bridge."

"Back then, I thought I had already touched the pinnacle and limit of swordsmanship, until I realized this sword..."

"Only then did I understand that there’s always someone better, and the sky is endless, the path of the sword is never completed!"

"Body... open!" Ye Yun roared.

Ye Yun’s skeletal body exploded, and all the white bones transmitted their power and Spiritual Energy to the Qingfeng Sword floating silently in the air.

Beside him, Ling Feng saw the Spiritual Energy within Ye Yun’s bones quickly dissipating; even those bones willingly perished, determined to create more power to inject into the Qingfeng Sword.

As if sensing the impending power of the upcoming strike, the Evil Dragon’s expression changed, descending from the sky, attempting to interrupt Ye Yun’s energy accumulation.

Suddenly, fragments of the stone bridge flew out from the vast waters, attaching themselves to the Evil Dragon, dragging it into the sky and somewhat hindering its movements.

All of Ye Yun’s vitality and power had been poured into the Qingfeng Sword; Ye Yun’s bones had completely vanished, yet the Qingfeng Sword grew ever brighter, emitting dazzling azure light.

The Qingfeng Sword disappeared instantly from its original place and appeared before the Evil Dragon; in the sky suddenly appeared the phantom of a man in a white robe—it was Ye Yun!

Ye Yun’s soul phantom held his beloved Qingfeng Sword one last time, slashing towards the Evil Dragon’s head.

"Qingfeng Slays the Dragon, with a single strike in an instant!" Ye Yun roared.

The Evil Dragon had broken free of the stone bridge fragments’ restraints; upon seeing the descending Qingfeng Sword, a dense fear finally welled up within it.

But the speed of this sword strike, and the power it contained, gave the Evil Dragon no escape!

The Qingfeng Sword pierced through the Evil Dragon’s attempting-to-block arm, plunging into the Evil Dragon’s skull and heart, extinguishing all life in a fleeting moment.

The Evil Dragon’s eyes immediately lost their luster, reverting to its original form in the sky and falling down.

The phantom of Ye Yun holding the Qingfeng Sword also gradually dimmed, eventually dissipating into the heavens and earth.

"Song Ruozhao, the future of the swordsmanship of Kyushu, I leave it to you. Old I have high hopes for you..." Ye Yun’s final voice echoed across the world.

Song Ruozhao fell to his knees in the void, tears streaming down, saying: "The junior thanks the senior for your righteousness and guidance in passing down knowledge; I shall remember it always!"

Ling Feng watched Ye Yun’s divine soul dissipate into the cosmos, silently saying nothing.

Suddenly, a foreboding feeling emerged, and Ling Feng stared at the Evil Dragon’s corpse, exclaiming in shock, "Song Ruozhao, something’s wrong, retreat quickly!"

From the corpse of the Evil Dragon emerged a black dragon-shaped soul, carrying a sinister aura, shooting swiftly towards Song Ruozhao.

Song Ruozhao heard Ling Feng’s words, but instead of retreating, he stood up silently, with the Dragon Qin Sword already flying from behind him, gripped tightly in his hands.

"Hahaha! Old chap surely wouldn’t have expected that I’ve received the blessing of the Lord of the Nine Nether, enabling my soul to survive one death. He thought he killed me!"

The Evil Dragon’s soul shouted at Song Ruozhao, "Your body isn’t bad, it now belongs to me!"

The Evil Dragon’s soul spewed out a thick black aura, stronger than ever before!

Ling Feng sensed a familiar scent within, looking at the pitch-black Evil Dragon soul, suddenly realizing:

Zhou Ming!

It seems with Zhou Ming’s power augmentation, the Evil Dragon is stronger than before!

Ling Feng looked towards Song Ruozhao, hoping to urge him to defend.

But Song Ruozhao calmly watched the Evil Dragon soul; as the two were about to clash, a gold Giant Dragon phantom suddenly appeared behind Song Ruozhao!

"Forty-Nine Dragon Chants!"

Within almost an instant, Song Ruozhao performed forty-nine Dragon Chant maneuvers, and in the last moment, his techniques and form transformed.

"The Fiftieth Technique: Slaying Dragon!"

Song Ruozhao shouted, delivering the sword that pierced into the Evil Dragon soul, blazing gold light crisscrossed, instantly crushing the black Evil Dragon soul into nothingness!