In a certain street in the Heavenly Abode District.
Since the Demon Dragon stopped moving, several Demon-Slaying Masters with remaining strength had been attacking it in turns, coordinating with tank shells to bombard its waist and tail, trying to rescue Chen Huaian.
However, not only could the Demon Dragon’s flesh regenerate at high speed, but the flesh fragments would also turn into wolf demons and black-furred rat demons.
If they did not control the frequency of their attacks, these minor demons would multiply endlessly.
But if they reduced the attack frequency, they couldn’t completely tear apart the Demon Dragon’s body; even if they were standing there letting them attack, they wouldn’t be able to kill it.
“Captain Zhao, Old Wang and the others have run out of energy. This isn’t working.”
Zhao Ying listened to the voice through the walkie-talkie, her face darkening as she coldly said, “If you can’t do it, just cut off the Demon Dragon’s head and take it along with Chen Huaian for containment!”
Taking the head away still carried risks. Who knew if the head could grow a new body? But regardless, the Demon Dragon’s regeneration must consume some form of energy. It was unknown where Chen Huaian stored so much energy for the Demon Dragon to use, and this terrifying regenerative ability could rival that of the progenitor of the bloodline from the Balkan Peninsula.
Currently, the bloodline progenitor was just recovering and feared sunlight.
This Demon Dragon seemed to have no restrictions.
They could only try to exhaust it…
“Captain Zhao, we will do our best!”
Several Demon-Slaying Masters cleared all the minor demons with the help of heavy weapons and continued their assault on the Demon Dragon.
Suddenly, a change occurred!
A sword beam came from the west, piercing through the Demon Dragon. Behind the flying sword followed a young woman’s figure. She seemed oblivious to those around her, her wrist turning as she danced with her sword, creating countless sword marks that tore the Demon Dragon’s body into pieces, leaving only the head.
“This… this is…”
“Sword Immortal! Female Sword Immortal!”
The crowd exclaimed in shock.
Zhao Ying’s pupils constricted as she peered closely through the hatch.
As one of the core members of the Demon-Slaying Division, she had some contact with the secret — Kunlun Celestial Palace.
Kunlun Celestial Palace had ten thousand stone steps.
The strongest General Level within the Demon-Slaying Division had only reached the 108th step.
On the 108th step, a grand scene of Sword Immortals emerging from the mountains was depicted—countless sword cultivators riding swords through the peaks, the scene magnificent and imposing.
The female Sword Immortal’s figure matched the depiction in the carving very closely.
Who was this female Sword Immortal?
What was her relation to Chen Huaian?
Zhao Ying felt her mind spinning.
The female Sword Immortal was stunningly beautiful, with an elegant figure and natural demeanor. Regardless of how she looked, she seemed like a real person’s projection, not a technique born from a Companion Spirit Item.
At this moment, the young woman stood before the Demon Dragon’s head, not continuing her attack but gently touching Chen Huaian’s face with her hand.
The surrounding Demon-Slaying Masters dared not breathe, but their eyes showed joy, as if the Demon Dragon’s regenerative ability was suppressed, and the flesh fragments sliced by the sword aura didn’t transform into minor demons again.
This Demon Dragon…
seemed to be suppressed by the young woman?
…
Meanwhile, deep within the soul.
Li Qingran held the dragon statue coffin and cried, tears and snot covering the coffin.
She felt it was her tardiness that led her master to lie in the coffin.
“Cough, cough, Teacher, I’m not dead yet. Why are you crying?”
A muffled sound from inside the coffin startled Li Qingran.
She sniffed, blowing a snot bubble, then quickly wiped her tears and nose, grabbing the sides of the coffin with both hands: “Teacher, I’ll open the coffin for you right away!”
Chen Huaian: “…”
Hey, what a thing to say.
Was he some ancient zombie?
Li Qingran strained with all her might but couldn’t pry open the coffin. Even when she tried to kick it from the side, it didn’t work.
Chen Huaian sensed the commotion outside and suggested, “Why don’t you try using a sword to split open this coffin?”
But Li Qingran heard:
“The Demon Dragon has already refined part of my bloodline. You only need to sever the flesh shackles under the coffin to open it!”
Li Qingran followed his instructions.
Chen Huaian felt the bindings on him loosen.
Seeing his girlfriend anxiously.
He kicked the coffin lid directly, lifting it up.
The coffin lid flew into the air.
So did Chen Huaian.
More demon dragons emerged from the flesh, persistently trying to devour Li Qingran. Chen Huaian was ready to handle them.
Since he was free now,
in this subconscious realm, he was truly the king.
“Get away—!”
Chen Huaian hummed.
The demon dragons shrank back tremblingly.
All the blood clots and rotten flesh in the subconscious space began retreating, hiding in the darkness in the corners.
They hadn’t disappeared completely, but like a group of hidden vipers, waiting for an opportunity to strike again.
Excited about seeing his disciple soon!
Chen Huaian slowly descended from the sky.
He began arranging his appearance.
Yes, he was wearing imperial robes, and his mental state was good.
Well, since this was in his soul’s depths, his own world, he could have whatever he wanted.
Chen Huaian landed calmly in front of Li Qingran, with the Black Scaled Sword hanging at his waist, his chin slightly raised, his half-closed eyes sharp like a sword.
He added a hint of the black dragon effect.
The faintly visible black dragon circled around his robe, with clouds swirling around.
In his disciple’s eyes, he must look incredibly cool.
Because he saw joy, guilt, and increasing concern and worry in Li Qingran’s eyes.
Hmm?
He was standing here perfectly fine, so why was she worried?
“Tea… Tea…”
“Teacher,” Li Qingran spoke first, wiping her eyes, holding back the soreness in her nose, her voice choked, “Teacher, why is your hair gone? Those monsters must have done it, trapping you in the coffin and cutting your hair to humiliate you…
Sniffle… Q~Q… All because of me, if only I were stronger, if I could have made the Hundred Herb Detoxifying Pill sooner…”
Hearing this, Chen Huaian turned pale, his whole body shaking.
Hair?
He reached up to touch his head.
It was like shallow grass barely covering the horse’s hooves.
Damn!
He forgot to grow hair for himself!
It’s over!
Had his image in Li Qingran’s heart been completely ruined?
No, this was his subconscious!
Just a dream!
There was nothing to worry about.
Don’t panic, stay calm.
That moment of panic was still caught by Li Qingran, who only had eyes for her teacher.
Teacher was so adorable~
Li Qingran thought secretly, unable to stop smiling. She folded her hands in front of her chest, pouted, lowered her head, and muttered, “Teacher, don’t worry, even without hair, you’re still very handsome… especially in my heart, you’re the most handsome teacher in the world!”
Yes.
That was something Li Qingran would say.
Chen Huaian felt relieved.
“Today, I owe you big time for coming in time. What reward do you want, tell me!”
“Reward…” Li Qingran pursed her lips, her eyes shyly avoiding Chen Huaian’s, her cheeks blushing, her gaze flickering as she seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
Chen Huaian waved his hand, “Go ahead, say it!”
Li Qingran gathered a bit of courage, her eyes avoiding contact, and stammered after a while, “Teacher… disciple just wants a hug, is that okay?”
