Chapter 368: The Way of the Mortal World Is Ever-Changing! The Dragon-Slaying Feat! The Cave’s immortal fortune!

Within the cavern lay an immortal fortune.

Seize that fortune, slay the human cultivators, and take command of the Chu River Dragon Palace!

This, Ao Ang believed, was what he ought to do at this very moment.

As for his royal father, Ao Ang thought,

Human emperors rarely live past a hundred years. To be Crown Prince for thirty years is already rare! But I’ve been Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace for two whole centuries!

From the very day he was named heir, the Dragon King had already been running on fumes, nearing his end. And yet, in these two hundred years, not only had the Dragon King not died, he had secluded himself in this cavern for further cultivation. From time to time he would emerge to stir storms and trouble, simply to stretch his limbs.

At this rate, when would Ao Ang ever be able to rise? What’s more, among the four dragon-children of the palace, he was not the only possible successor.

He activated his Water Escape Technique, darting swiftly through the subterranean caverns as his heart pounded with feverish anticipation.

Finally! I will ascend at last!

His gaze burned with madness.

The Chu River had seen minor unrest, but so long as the Dragon King devoured men in secret without triggering great calamities, no true immortals or arhats who subdued dragons and tigers would descend. It was the perfect cover!

Thus, under the guise of the Dragon King’s manifestations, he had secretly ordered maidens to be sacrificed as brides, then abandoned their corpses on the riverbank. All of it to lure human cultivators into the river to slay the Dragon King!

The River Patrol General was a bluefish spirit, fickle and obsequious by nature. Such a creature, once trouble arose, was bound to spill everything.

Ao Ang moved swiftly through the cavern, his breathing fast and ragged.

“I’m just one step away! Just one more step!”

Meanwhile, the Chu River Dragon King’s monstrous body was shattered and broken, and his aura was waning. That young Daoist’s saber alone was already terrifyingly sharp, but with the others joining forces to pin him down, this flood-dragon, had cultivated for countless years and was on the verge of becoming a true dragon, was utterly helpless and unable to strike back!

“You fool!”

“You rely on the sharpness of a divine weapon. Do you dare face me one-on-one!?” the Chu River Dragon King roared in fury.

His inner demon power was draining away rapidly, and his dragon’s blood was spilling endlessly. Sensing this, his rage boiled over!

“To have the righteous cultivators of Yingchuan join hands in slaying a dragon, this will be a tale sung for a thousand ages! How could a poor Daoist like me dare claim the glory for myself alone?” Li Yanchu spoke with perfect solemnity.

At those words, Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song, Master Benxin, and the old beggar’s eyes all lit up.

This kid... knows how to talk!

Though they pretended indifference to fame and merit, this was dragon-slaying! A flood-dragon was still a dragon. Once recorded and passed down to later generations, this would be an achievement countless people dreamed of.

The old beggar, usually solitary, now felt his heart blazing with fervor.

A true man goes down to the river to slay a dragon! When the deed is done, he leaves without a trace!

Just the thought stirred his blood.

Meanwhile, the Chu River Dragon King’s face twitched violently. “This is what you call the righteous cultivators!? If you have the guts, fight me alone!”

Unwilling, he roared again, and seeing this, Li Yanchu sneered, “I guess I was going too easy on you.”

The words made the Dragon King’s fury explode at once.

Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song smiled faintly and said, “This young man truly is extraordinary!”

ROAR!

The Dragon King let out a piercing cry, urging the cavern’s mysterious power. But, the cavern remained silent and unresponsive.

“Beast, your sorcery no longer works!” Li Yanchu let out a cold sneer.

The Chu River Dragon King’s gaze shifted toward the cavern, murderous intent blazing forth.

“That unfilial wretch!”

He had ruled over the Chu River, gathered water demons, and built his Dragon Palace, yet at the end of his lifespan, his own son had betrayed him.

The Dragon King opened his jaws and spat forth a smooth pearl the size of a fist. Brilliant light rippled across its surface, emitting a crushing pressure as heavy as a mountain!

𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

In his youth, when his cultivation was still shallow, he had found this treasure while wandering the rivers. From it, he had grasped the will of a true dragon, slowly reaching the peak of his power. But he had never broken through the shackles of the third realm, never attained the Yang Spirit.

Even with a demon’s long lifespan, the end was now upon him!

“Today, all of you will die here!” the Dragon King declared coldly.

He urged the dragon pearl and burned his soul and flesh with a secret art, swearing to forcefully transform into a true dragon. He would slaughter them all, and then personally rip apart and devour his traitorous son Ao Ang!

Gasp!

Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song and the others gasped in shock. This old dragon truly could take a beating!

After withstanding so many spells for so long, he still had a hidden card ready to be unleashed. And by the looks of it, he was about to force his way into the third realm and shatter his shackles.

They quickly drew upon their magical power, their expressions taut with grim resolve, ready to risk their lives against the maddened Chu River Dragon King.

Suddenly, a five-colored divine light shot forth. The dragon pearl, brimming with a domineering aura, was suddenly severed from the Chu River Dragon King’s control and fell!

“Mm!?” The Dragon King was stunned, and he immediately reached out to seize it.

But in the very next instant, the pearl vanished into thin air, and the Dragon King’s magical power erupted into chaos within his body. His secret Dragon-Transformation Art was forcibly interrupted, and the backlash struck him hard.

Li Yanchu had just unleashed the Radiant Gem Ruler and Telekinetic Retrieval. With a single move, he had stolen away the Dragon King’s ultimate trump card!

“Little worm, this pearl isn’t bad at all. I will be taking it!” Li Yanchu sneered coldly.

ROAR!

The Chu River Dragon King transformed into a streak of light, and his thirty-zhang demonic body shot toward Li Yanchu with reckless fury, swearing to perish together with him.

But alas, Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song, Master Benxin, the old beggar, and Fang Qinglan all struck at once, and their combined assault shattered the Dragon King’s offensive.

Fang Qinglan’s sword qi pierced directly into the gaping wound already carved into the Dragon King’s flesh, instantly tearing apart his internal organs. The verdant radiance of the Central Five Mountains Talisman, the pure yang Buddhist prayer beads, and the blazing force of overbearing hand seals all crashed down upon him.

Clang!

By the time the Chu River Dragon King staggered before Li Yanchu, his eyes were bloodshot, and his qi was utterly disordered. Li Yanchu raised his saber and swung, and with a single stroke, he hacked off the enormous, majestic dragon head. He had slain the dragon!

Everyone held their breath, watching the Chu River Dragon King’s body intently. Normally, in this situation, the Dragon King’s primordial spirit would flee; such great fiends were hard to kill, and their primordial spirits were powerful.

But after waiting a long while, no dragon soul rose from the corpse, as that single stroke had severed both the Dragon King’s body and spirit. This was the overbearing killing might of the Jiaoslayer enhanced five times.

The Dragon King who had been wreaking havoc along the Chu River was dead! They exchanged looks, first in relief, then their gazes turned to the mysterious cavern.

Earlier the old beggar had keenly noticed that Prince Ao Ang had fled into it.

“Everyone, Prince Ao Ang has hidden himself in that cavern, he must have some grand scheme. What do we do?!” the old beggar said in a low voice.

There was a mysterious force within that cave that could suppress Daoist arts and divine techniques, something to be feared.

“Good indeed. Today we have destroyed the Chu River Dragon Palace line and slain the Dragon King and his sons and the many water demons. If we cannot strike down Prince Ao Ang, it will surely bring great calamity later!” Master Benxin said.

Daoist Spiritual Master Ling Song nodded in agreement; Fang Qinglan’s pretty face grew cold.

“A life for a life!” she said tersely.

They had come today to kill Ao Ang, how could they allow him to escape? Everyone made up their minds, vowed to slay Prince Ao Ang, and charged into the cavern.

Li Yanchu followed close behind, a bad feeling rising in his chest. He grew sharply alert.

Damn it, don’t tell me this is a death trap.