Chapter 237: The Defeat of the Blood Dragon

Chapter 237: The Defeat of the Blood Dragon

Beneath a blood-red, gloomy sky, the atmosphere grew heavy—this was a dark battlefield, a grim and bloody war.

In this shadowy space lay a divine Blood Beast and a villain as terrifying as a demon.

Here, they had both returned to their former peak levels, the fuse for war quickly ignited, and the battle was about to erupt.

The furious Blood Dragon stomped upon the cracked earth, its deep growls shattering countless layers of stone.

It had been provoked by Lin Nuo’s disdainful words, having used barely fifty percent of its power, yet this brat dared act so arrogantly.

In this dim space, the virtuous were forever at a disadvantage, especially when facing a peak divine Blood Dragon—what chance did they have?

Moreover, back then, it had fallen to many high-level immortals, and now this boy was alone, bragging without a limit.

With each step the enraged Blood Dragon took, the ground trembled, as if succumbing to an inevitable descent.

“Useless rage.”

Lin Nuo sneered, leaping down from the height.

He showed no intention of dodging, as if he had no fear, diving headfirst.

Is he really planning to fight head-on?

Kid, you’ll pay for your arrogance!

The Blood Dragon raised its blood-soaked claws and swung them towards Lin Nuo.

In that instant, the airborne Lin Nuo swung his demonic sword.

A shadowy dragon image emerged from the sword, its frenzied eyes glinting with a hunger for prey.

“This is…?!”

Is this an illusion? Or the dragon soul within the sword?

But how could a dragon soul compete with my real divine Blood Dragon? You’re joking, right?

Let me show you…

What?!

The Blood Dragon thought it would shatter the dragon image with its claw, effortlessly destroying Lin Nuo, but in the next moment, the dragon image pierced its claw and struck its body.

In a split second, the Blood Dragon found itself immobilized, as if ensnared by some binding spell.

And at that moment, it could only watch as Lin Nuo’s demonic sword swung down right before it.

Slash!

The demonic sword fell straight down on the Blood Dragon’s head, a terrible wail echoing throughout the land, as dark red blood splattered across the ground, burning as if in a searing blaze.

The demonic sword hadn’t lost its peak prowess; first, the dragon image struck, invading from within, then the demonic sword came down to deliver the finishing blow, cutting the divine Blood Dragon down without hesitation.

Boom!

Dark red blood continued to splash forth, the divine Blood Dragon crashing to the ground, causing the earth to quake once more.

“It can’t end like this.”

Lin Nuo smirked coldly; he knew the tricks of the Blood Beasts. A temporary death was merely an act.

The scattered dark red blood surged as if responding to a general’s call, all boiling towards Lin Nuo.

“Childish tricks.”

Lin Nuo plunged the demonic sword into the ground, and in an instant, a fierce whirlwind erupted from the earth, sweeping up all the incoming blood like leaves caught in a gale.

Earthly winds—a top-tier earthly whirlwind capable of lifting everything to the skies, where all would be ground to dust by the monstrous winds.

“Back to where you belong.”

Lin Nuo lightly tapped the hilt, the whirlwind flinging all the dark red blood away, settling back into stillness.

And that dark red blood returned to the fallen Blood Dragon.

The Blood Dragon stood up once more but had long lost its earlier ferocity.

“This… who on earth are you…”

The return of the Blood Dragon’s blood allowed for its revival. As long as it died enough times and quickly enough, revival would not work.

It was now greatly astonished, utterly baffled at this brat’s origins.

This power surpasses that of any immortal, just one sword cut down that dragon—what terrifying strength!

“Me? Knowing wouldn’t help you, nor is it necessary.”

Lin Nuo raised the demonic sword again, leaping into the air.

“I told you, here, there’s only the possibility of you losing.”

Another dragon image—another sword swing that landed on the Blood Dragon, another round of pained roars, more dark blood spraying, and the earth shaking.

The Blood Dragon’s dark blood returned, re-standing, then Lin Nuo swung down his sword again. This cycle repeated, the Blood Dragon suffering blow after blow, nearly collapsing.

“Enough, you really can go now.”

Lin Nuo delivered the final blow, completely annihilating the Blood Dragon in this shadowy realm.

A miserable defeat—a true, miserable defeat. Remember, it had once fallen to countless immortals attacking together for a long while.

Now, it had been cut down in an instant, unable to retaliate; after several revivals, it was still instantly killed.

Who is this person?

That sword, gathering an intense Demon Qi, was stronger than any demon practitioner he had ever encountered!

To say this was the peak of demonic power would not be an exaggeration!

…

The Blood Dragon, having faced defeat in this dark space, its soul exited Lin Nuo’s body.

This was more than just torture and pain; the defeated blood dragon soul had regressed to a remarkably weak state.

A small ball of black mist, incapable of invading a body, nor able to use blood energy to attack immortals.

Moreover, now even a simple Spirit Technique could annihilate its soul.

Lin Nuo came back to himself, staring at the small black mist, knowing its time was running out.

【Damn, never thought I’d be destroyed by this brat. I must find Ling Huang Xian.】

The Blood Dragon urgently retreated, knowing it had lost all power, only able to seek help from its companion, Ling Huang Xian.

“Young master, what is that?! Coming out from you!”

Ruo’er exclaimed in shock, but Lin Nuo didn’t reply, directly pursuing it.

This Blood Dragon soul must be captured; its utility could be immense.

【This brat is still chasing me.】

The Blood Dragon soul sped up its escape, but it was still no match for Lin Nuo, the wind-like man.

Lin Nuo caught up, just as he was about to strike, two white-haired immortals floated down from above.

“It’s the Blood Dragon’s soul; I can’t believe it’s still around.”

The two immortals immediately cast their spells, trapping the Blood Dragon’s soul.

“It’s in a very weak state now; we can purify it right here to eliminate future risks.”

The two white-haired immortals worked efficiently, chanting incantations for the Spirit Techniques.

Spirit Techniques, activate!

The trapped Blood Dragon soul was bombarded by the intense Spirit Technique shockwaves, nearly exploding in immense pain.

Bang! A small explosion, and the Blood Dragon’s soul was utterly scattered.

“Success.”

The two white-haired immortals finally paused.

They were high-level immortals from Zifeng Valley, who had received word that an immortal had perished at Zifeng Valley, and rushed back from outside.

They arrived just in time to hear their fellow immortal mention that the Blood Dragon’s soul had escaped and was attacking a novice immortal, needing immediate interception. They arrived with a determination to face death.

In the end, they encountered merely a small ball of black mist, devoid of the powerful presence their fellow immortal had described, easily defeated with just a minor Spirit Technique.

“Could this truly be the Blood Dragon’s soul? Impossible, I can sense it.”

The immortals were incredulous until their gaze shifted to Lin Nuo.