A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality - Chapter 1153 - Chapter 1153: Volume 7: Across the Human World, Chapter 1149: Golden Flood Dragon's Ferocity

Chapter 1153: Volume 7: Across the Human World, Chapter 1149: Golden Flood Dragon’s Ferocity

The old man’s action seemed to be a signal, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators who were still entangled in the fierce battle also suddenly deployed various incredible secret techniques. Some disappeared from the spot after a flash of white light, while others spat out their blood essence to transform into a strange blood red streak and flee. One by one, they were willing to suffer great losses to their base essence in their desperation to escape from their opponents.

A cold sneer, icy to the bone, emanated from mid-air, and the Golden Flood Dragon King’s face briefly contorted with ferocity. With a single wave of his hand, a resounding clap of thunder followed, and a golden and silver streak of light shot out.

The demon had actually hurled his Golden Spear directly at the skinny old man with all his might.

The moment the streak of light was released, it mysteriously flashed and vanished into the void.

“Not good!”

The skinny old man, who had been closely monitoring every move of the Golden Flood Dragon King from a distance, felt a tremor in his heart as he saw this unfold, and he hurriedly tossed the green mirror he held behind him.

Bathed in a surge of green light, an image of the full moon manifested, spanning several zhang in diameter, veiled in a misty green glow, submerging the old man’s figure entirely.

Almost at the instant the green moon formed, a Giant Lance, enlarged to more than ten zhang, appeared out of thin air just inches away. Silver lightning flashed upon it, striking the center of the green moon with the rumblings of thunder.

The surface of the green moon shattered inch by inch like a mirror, with the Giant Lance plunging into it and scattering it with a single blow.

“Ah!”

Witnessing this scene, the skinny old man cried out in shock. His body flickered with purple light as he attempted to employ some secret technique to escape.

But, in that very instant, the Golden Spear, which had shrunk to almost half its size, shot out from the remnants of the moon shadow and eerily pierced through the purple light with a flash.

A loud “bang!”

Whatever rank the embroidered cloth was, transformed into purple light, it managed to withstand the blow. Despite this, the skinny old man was struck as if by lightning, flung dozens of feet away, completely unable to control his form.

The Golden Flood Dragon King, hovering in mid-air, stepped forward, crossing over a distance of more than ten zhang in an inconceivable manner with just a few flickers, instantly catching up to the skinny old man. Without a word, he reached out with his hand to grab him. His

fingers flashed with golden light, as if they were forged from pure gold.

The skinny old man had just recovered a bit from the previous strike when he saw the Golden Flood Dragon King’s movement. His face instantly turned pale, and in a moment of desperation, he opened his mouth to spit out a streak of green light, which turned out to be a fist-sized emerald green bead.

With a “clang,” the Golden Claw showed no mercy as it grabbed the bead in its palm. Upon contact, a clear sound of metal friction was audible. Nonetheless, the green bead suddenly swelled in size as if it would shoot out of his grip.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Flood Dragon King, and his fingers abruptly stretched out several inches’ long claws, while golden scales the size of Copper Coins appeared on the back of his hand.

With a muffled “puff,” the demon actually crushed the bead with his bare fist.

After a dazzling flash of green light, the golden claw remained undamaged, as if nothing had happened.

“Dragonification Arts!”

The skinny old man cried out in shock the moment the bead was destroyed, spurting out a mouthful of blood essence with a telepathic connection. However, this delay allowed him to be wrapped in purple light and shoot out again, instantly widening the gap by over ten zhang from the Golden Flood Dragon King.

This time, the Golden Flood Dragon King did not pursue, but the expression underneath his armor grew stern. He raised one hand and slowly punched out towards the distant purple light.

Above the purple light, a golden fist, approximately a zhang in size, eerily appeared and struck down like lightning.

After a loud “boom,” the skinny old man was struck diagonally by the giant fist and sent flying. He crashed into Heavenrock Mountain like a meteor, piercing directly through a pavilion to create a giant hole several zhang wide, before being buried beneath countless rubble.

A faint cold smirk appeared on the corners of the Golden Flood Dragon King’s mouth. With one movement, the next moment he was atop the pavilion, standing at the edge of the large hole and peered in for a brief moment.

He raised his arm, his palm shimmering with golden brilliance, preparing to finish off the skinny old man once and for all.

But at that split second, his expression changed, and he abruptly redirected his arm toward a certain spot in front of the pavilion entrance and grabbed violently, while shouting:

“Who’s there, come out!”

Five streaks of golden claw light flashed by and disappeared into the ground, leaving no trace.

“Puff puff”–successive sounds followed, revealing five deep and long trenches in front of the pavilion, dark and seemingly bottomless. Despite this, there were no irregularities on the nearby ground, and no figure emerged.

Seeing this, the Golden Flood Dragon King hesitated for a moment, a trace of surprise and doubt crossed his face

Just now, without any warning, he had felt an inexplicable chill that sent shivers through his body, prompting him to attack almost reflexively.

The demon hadn’t really spotted anything, but as a primordial demon beast, a mystical premonition had driven this subconscious reaction.

This premonition of danger had saved his life on numerous occasions during his countless years of cultivation.

However, now that the attack had missed its mark, the Golden Flood Dragon King was somewhat uncertain whether his sensation had been a momentary illusion.

After all, there had been times in the past when his premonitions had been wrong.

But the chill he had just experienced was too intense, as if some extremely dangerous entity had been lurking and spying on him, leaving him still shaken.

Just as the demon beast was contemplating whether to expand the search further, the pile of rubble at the bottom of the attic’s gaping hole shifted slightly, then settled back to normal.

That slight sound caught the attention of the Golden Flood Dragon King, whose gaze swept across the rubble. A glint of murderous intent flashed across his face.

He reached forward with one hand!

A thunderous roar followed, and the Golden Long Spear appeared, entwined with lightning serpents.

Without a word, the beast grasped the spear and swung it down fiercely.

As the Golden Spear traced a silver arc, it transformed into a dazzling streak of light that shot down and vanished mid-flight. When it reappeared, it had already plunged into the ground some twenty yards away from the attic.

With a boom, the Golden Spear vanished into the ground without a trace.

Immediately, a muffled groan was heard, the ground nearby shattered completely, rocks flew in all directions, and a purple light burst forth amidst the debris–it was the lean old man.

But by then, the old man was pale, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the purple light around him flickered weakly, signs that it was on the verge of collapse. It appeared that despite the mystique of the purple light, after being struck repeatedly by the Golden Flood Dragon King, it was finally failing to hold up.

The moment the old man was forced out, he bolted desperately towards the outer ridges of Heavenrock Mountain.

The Golden Flood Dragon King’s sneer grew wider as he grabbed downward again, and the Golden Long Spear reappeared from the void.

After another swing, the lean old man, whose speed had significantly slowed, summoned a shield and an iron ruler in vain. They were utterly useless against the Golden Spear that appeared right in front of him in a flash!

After two loud crashes, both treasures were shattered with one hit, and the Golden Spear unhesitatingly continued its path.

Despite the old man’s desperate attempts to dodge, the speed of the spear was too great to evade.

In the end, the Golden Spear pierced through the thinning purple light and flashed through his chest.

The mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator let out a miserable scream as he plummeted down. He landed on the ground motionless, with a charred hole the size of a bowl in his chest. Tiny silver arcs flickered around it, and a faint burnt odor wafted through the air.

“Humph, a mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator trying to escape from me is simply daydreaming!” After recalling the Golden Long Spear, the Golden Flood Dragon King spoke emotionlessly.

With a flick of his wrist, a tearing sound filled the air, and several nails shot out. They grew in the wind and transformed into foot-long golden spikes that brutally pinned the old man’s limbs and neck to the ground.

Suddenly, runes on the spikes began to flash, and several golden chains appeared, decisively sealing the old man right there, preventing his Nascent Soul from escaping his body.

Only then did the Golden Flood Dragon King feel at ease. He reached toward the old man and snatched the storage pouch from his waist, sweeping his spiritual sense inside. His face immediately darkened.

He raised his head with a sinister look, scanning the skies in all directions!

In just a short time, two of the fleeing Nascent Soul cultivators had been entangled by the original demon cultivators, while a grey-robed old man holding gourds and another figure in a blood fog had managed to escape, now appearing as two black dots in the distance.

However, a new group of demon cultivators were in hot pursuit of the grey-robed old man, not letting up. The blood fog, on the other hand, was leaving the other demon cultivators further and further behind, its speed far surpassing its pursuers.

The corner of the Golden Flood Dragon King’s mouth twitched, and after a moment’s hesitation, he moved, turning into a streak of golden light chasing after the blood fog.

Watching the departing golden light, Han Li, standing by the entrance of the attic, let out a quiet sigh.

Just now, when he saw the Golden Flood Dragon King strike the lean old man and send him flying into the attic, he was tempted to intervene, subdue the old man, and search him to see if the Superior Spirit Stone was on him.

But eventually feeling that it was too risky, he restrained himself.

Yet unexpectedly, in that moment of distraction, the Golden Flood Dragon King sensed something and suddenly reached towards Han Li’s location with a grab.

Fortunately, Han Li’s Escape Technique was incredibly subtle and silent. In a flash, he had moved to the other side of the attic doorway, so the grab naturally hit nothing.

And, judging from the Golden Flood Dragon’s expression just now, the lean old man’s storage pouch indeed did not contain the Superior Spirit Stone, and it was even less likely that the old man would carry it on his person.

After all, something with such pure Spiritual Energy would be immediately noticeable if not kept in a storage pouch.

Han Li didn’t bother with the lean old man on the ground and turned his gaze towards several spots in the sky.

At this moment, beneath the blue mist, only a grade eight primordial demon beast was hovering immobile in the air, seemingly left by the Golden Flood Dragon King to monitor Heavenrock Mountain.

This demon cultivator had a pale blue complexion and a fierce appearance, with blue scales scattered across his bare arms and thighs, looking extremely ferocious.

Suddenly, the demon cultivator turned his head to gaze in one direction.

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Seeing this, Han Li’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look in the same direction.

There, a yellow light was approaching, containing a demon beast seemingly holding something.

Han Li’s eyes flashed, and a sudden burst of blue light danced in his pupils as he activated the Divine Skills of Brightsight Spirit Water to clearly see the demon beast within the yellow light.

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