Chapter 1081: Chapter 1075: A Mere Corpse Dragon
The corpse dragon soared, its blood emitting a foul, turbid odor. Countless souls, decaying blood energy, and a mishmash of techniques and laws…
Li Yaozu had dealt with this kind of Spiritual power at the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems, but he had never dealt with it at the Body Integration realm.
As the children of the clan charged at the corpse dragon, fighting the massive beast alongside the Ancestor and Kuanghua’s Arhat and Bodhisattva statues, a white light flashed in Li Yaozu’s eyes.
He was staring at the corpse dragon’s flaws.
His sword was a sword meant for one-strike kills. All things have weaknesses, and even a Body Integration corpse dragon was no exception.
“The Corpse-Stitching Art is bizarre, but this Crown Prince is completely third-rate when it comes to Daoist techniques.”
Fang Linglong’s voice rang out from the sword box, filled mostly with mockery.
“Look at his massive body; it’s precisely because his cultivation is inadequate. He cannot fuse the techniques of the numerous corpses into one.
He can only rely on the corpse dragon’s enormous body to act as a vessel to contain the corpses’ Spiritual power.
The Dao of Corpses he glimpsed is the Dao of ‘Fusion’, and only in this way could he snatch the Corpse God’s Dao.”
Li Yaozu nodded slightly.
In his eyes, the formless souls around the massive corpse dragon became clear, blocking the clan members’ techniques.
Scale after scale unleashed techniques, making the corpse dragon look dazzling.
The blood energy within gave the corpse dragon astonishing defensive and regenerative capabilities, making the clan members afraid to approach.
The corpse dragon roared, emitting sound waves that suppressed people’s minds and souls.
Its Spiritual power attempted to suck others into its body.
As long as one was touched by the dragon’s body, they would suffer the force of 15,000 kilograms; even a physical body at the peak of the Void Refinement realm would be unable to withstand it.
However, every time the clan members gathered for a combined strike, it would cause the corpse dragon’s souls to dim, and its physical regeneration would leave the corpse dragon’s blood color pale.
“Just a split second. That is when the corpse dragon is at its weakest. It only takes one strike to break open his Dao.”
Immediately, the sword in Li Yaozu’s hand burst with radiant light in all directions.
After the clan members launched a combined strike that slowed the corpse dragon for a moment, he thrust his sword out.
Closer, closer!
The tip of Li Yaozu’s sword pierced into the corpse dragon’s lower jaw.
Li Yaozu could even see the oppressive feeling generated by the corpse dragon’s giant scales.
He narrowed his eyes.
This was the first sword strike he had thrust out after years of comprehension under the teachings of Sword Venerable at the Sanctuary Sword Pavilion.
A sure-kill sword!
“Clang!”
“…”
At this moment.
The clan members stared blankly at Li Yaozu, who had erupted with peak Void Refinement Spiritual power and pierced the corpse dragon’s lower jaw from an extremely tricky angle and at an ingenious time.
They saw Li Yaozu’s long sword slice a massive thirty-meter wound from the corpse dragon’s lower jaw, and then…
“Roar!”
The corpse dragon let out an agonized shriek. Spiritual power repelled from its scales and converged onto Li Yaozu’s body.
“Boom!” An explosion formed by Spiritual power enveloped the corpse dragon and Li Yaozu.
From the smoke came Crown Prince Fei Heng’s furious roar.
“Why? Why must you kill me?! We clearly could have stood on the same side. Why must you force me to deal a lethal blow to you?!!”
In the distance.
Li Wei tore through space. He put down Li Yaozu—whom he had just rescued and who was currently staring at the corpse dragon once again—and looked calmly at Fei Heng.
“What a weak Body Integration.”
After fighting for a short while, Li Wei muttered.
He had once faced the Zhao Clan Ancestor; even though the opponent was weakened to the absolute limit, he had still fought for many days before killing the Zhao Clan Ancestor.
As for the great battle between Sage Monk Yidian and the Corpse God, he hadn’t even dared to get close.
These days in Deston Prefecture, Nun Dairou was also incredibly powerful, not to mention the Nirvana Sage Elder’s Dao Integration might that could incinerate anything.
Seeing Li Tianqi’s array formation blocking the corpse dragon’s techniques, Li Wei slapped his forehead.
“This is just a Dao-Glimpsing realm that just entered Body Integration. What exactly was I dealing with before?
The Zhao Clan Ancestor was Half-Step Mahayana, the Nirvana Sage Elder is Dao Integration, and Nun Dairou is at the Questioning the Dao stage—and a monster possessing two Daos at that.”
Looking again at the clan descendants in all directions, Li Wei grinned. “It’s us. Over these years, we have become stronger!”
Having spoken, with just a flicker, Buddhist light bloomed from the black mist.
Li Wei actually flashed and appeared atop the dragon’s head.
With Half-Step Body Integration strength, coupled with spatial laws and the Yin-Yang fish diagram beneath his feet, he was completely unaffected by the corpse dragon’s pressure, piercing his twin spears into the dragon’s head.
“Roar!”
The corpse dragon howled in pain, its body thrashing continuously as countless streams of the corpse dragon’s Spiritual power and souls charged at Li Wei.
Black light burst from Li Wei’s eyes. Mirror surfaces, imbued with spatial laws, actually trapped the corpse dragon.
Under Li Wei’s command, the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock let out a heavy frictional sound, tightly binding the corpse dragon!
Li Wei raised his head and looked at the descendants around him. “Do not hold back!”
Instantly, the clan members all nodded. A barrage of techniques submerged Li Wei and the corpse dragon together.
In the air, looking at the place where the Spiritual power collided, Li Yaozu held his sword behind his back. Without a word, he charged out.
Taking advantage of the corpse dragon’s pained roar, he pierced his sword into the upper palate of the dragon’s mouth and flew straight through.
Only the sound of flesh tearing could be heard; his expression was cold and detached.
From the dimness inside to seeing the light of day again, he flicked the blood off his sword.
Without even looking back to see the corpse dragon’s blood spraying like a burst water balloon, he simply murmured lightly, “A mere corpse dragon, nothing more than this.”
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