143: A dragon appeared

In front of the stone hall at the exit of the Water Palace, Mo Yuan sat with four or five demonic cultivators, waiting as calmly as a fisherman.

Besides the demonic cultivators, there were also three Sword Pavilion Disciples present.

Two of them were bound by a rope Magical Artifact, their auras withered; they had clearly been tortured.

Another Disciple lay in a pool of blood, decapitated; he had already perished!

"You brat, your name is Lin Yan, right? Finally willing to come out?" Mo Yuan turned around, toying with two lotus seeds that emitted a faint green luster.

His tone was filled with the smugness of a cat playing with a mouse: "If you dare to hide again, the heads of these two little whelps will be reunited with their fellow Disciple!"

Lin Yan's eyes turned cold.

The three Sword Pavilion Disciples had all entered the Water Palace with him.

Including Wang Feiyu, there were only five of them in total.

Aside from him, only Wang Feiyu had not yet been captured.

"Let them go!" Lin Yan's voice was as cold as ice.

The qinggang sword hummed in his sleeve, and his Sword Intent spontaneously condensed into a translucent edge, slicing fine cracks into the surrounding air.

Seeing Lin Yan get angry, the curve of Mo Yuan's mouth deepened: "Yo, what's this? Seeing your fellow Disciples die, does it hurt your heart?"

This was the weakness of the hypocrites from the Righteous Alliance.

Mo Yuan didn't care at all about the lives of his fellow Disciples; if they had to die, they died, and dying with value was a good death.

He deliberately shook the lotus seeds in his hand: "Look at you all. So what if you managed to collect treasures? In the end, didn't they all fall into my hands?"

"Lin Yan, if you are willing to hand over your Storage Pouch and obediently enter my Ten Thousand Souls Banner, I will spare your fellow Disciples' lives today. How about that?"

As he spoke, Mo Yuan extended his eagle-claw-like fingers and clamped them onto the throat of one of the Sword Pavilion Disciples.

"Moral kidnapping?" Lin Yan sneered inwardly, then shouted loudly: "Despicable demonic cultivator, stop hurting my Senior Brother!"

Seeing this, Mo Yuan drove his Devilish Qi, making a move to crush the two Sword Pavilion Disciples into blood mist to further force Lin Yan to surrender.

"Despicable demonic cultivator, I'll fight you to the death!" A look of fury appeared on Lin Yan's face.

As if pushed to the limit, he raised his sword and prepared to charge.

"Looking for death!" Mo Yuan thought smugly, shouting at Lin Yan: "Stop right there! Otherwise, I'll crush their heads!"

However, Lin Yan did not do as he expected; instead, he accelerated.

Potent power of Qi and blood erupted, and the qinggang sword transformed into a bolt of lightning, carrying the power of the Fourth-Turn Sword Intent, striking straight at Mo Yuan's throat.

Mo Yuan's expression sank; he had not expected Lin Yan to ignore the threat and attack for real.

Fortunately, he had suffered a loss last time and had remained vigilant against Lin Yan.

In the blink of an eye, he had already activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, manifesting layers of ghostly shadows to block in front of him.

But the power of Lin Yan's sword strike exceeded Mo Yuan's expectations.

The sword light not only shattered the incoming ghostly shadows but also easily pierced through the Devilish Qi shield.

In his haste, Mo Yuan had no choice but to swing the main body of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to parry.

"Bang!" A loud explosion rang out.

The powerful force on the qinggang sword directly sent Mo Yuan flying, slamming him against the wall.

Clatter.

The left arm that had just been reattached and hadn't healed yet fell off, and blood gushed out like a spring.

He silently picked up his left arm, anger nearly clouding his mind.

Mo Yuan let out a loud laugh, entering a state of madness, and lunged at Lin Yan while holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Although missing his left arm and with his aura slightly chaotic, as a Foundation Establishment Late Stage demonic cultivator, his Demonic Technique Foundation was deep, and his combat power remained.

The remaining demonic cultivators, having brutalized the two Sword Pavilion Disciples, also lunged forward fearlessly, surrounding Lin Yan.

Although Lin Yan's Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer Body Refining cultivation was strong, two fists were no match for four hands, and he fell into a disadvantageous position for a moment.

"Hahaha! Sword Pavilion Genius? Nothing more than this!" Mo Yuan grinned viciously, closing in again.

At this moment, a white sword light erupted from behind a stone pillar to the side, wrapping around Mo Yuan like a swimming dragon.

"Mo Yuan! Stop being so arrogant!" It was Wang Feiyu who had made the move.

He had been hiding inside the Water Palace all along, and hearing Lin Yan's shouts and the demonic cultivators' vicious laughter, he decisively revealed himself, summoned his spiritual sword, and joined the battle.

Wang Feiyu's sword technique was agile and swift; although his cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer, with the support of Sword Intent, he could suppress ordinary Foundation Establishment Middle Stage demonic cultivators, taking a lot of pressure off Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's pressure was greatly reduced, and his Sword Intent suddenly became fierce. The qinggang sword was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing one demonic cultivator after another, and then, joining forces with Wang Feiyu, he forced Mo Yuan back several steps.

"Damn it!" Mo Yuan was shocked and angry, but seeing Lin Yan and Wang Feiyu working in perfect coordination, their sword lights weaving into a net, his side's numerical advantage was gradually lost.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he summoned a blood-colored demonic bead and detonated it.

A terrifying shockwave of Devilish Qi exploded, forcing Lin Yan and the other back, but it also destroyed all the surrounding stone pillars and Restrictions!

"Rumble!"

The water-prohibition Restriction of the Water Palace was completely destroyed, and the spiritual light of the "Waterless Realm" above their heads suddenly dimmed.

The lake water poured down like a collapsing celestial river, instantly cascading from the broken dome!

The ice-cold lake water, carrying the Spiritual Qi of the Water Palace, flooded the entire space with a splash. Caught off guard, everyone was tossed about by the current.

"Not good! The Water Palace is collapsing! Swim towards the lake surface!" Lin Yan made a prompt decision.

He executed the Eight Directions Sword Step, his toes tapping continuously against the remaining stone walls, transforming into a cyan streak of light as he rushed upward against the current.

The others also reacted, unable to care about fighting, and swam desperately toward the lake surface.

Just as everyone was about to break through the surface of the lake, a dragon roar that shook the heavens and earth suddenly resounded within the water!

"Roar!"

Beneath the deep water, a figure so massive it was suffocating emerged beside them!

Lin Yan stared and his pupils constricted sharply.

It was actually that Flood Dragon of the Purple Mansion Realm that had entered the Secret Realm!

It was over ten zhang long, covered in hard, blue-black scales, with a single horn on its head. Its dragon eyes were like blood moons, and its body emitted a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of Mo Yuan.

In this lake, the Flood Dragon was like a fish in water, and its speed was extremely fast.

Its blood-colored dragon eyes swept over the people in the water, revealing a bloodthirsty glint.

The demonic cultivators were more numerous and closer to the Flood Dragon.

Mo Yuan, who was leading them, was scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering when he saw the Flood Dragon appear.

Without thinking, he pushed several demonic cultivators toward the Flood Dragon, while he himself took advantage of the chaos to transform into a streak of blood light, attempting to flee.

The Purple Mansion Realm Flood Dragon was not like an ordinary beast; it possessed extremely high intelligence.

A trace of mockery appeared in its eyes, and its blood-red maw opened wide. A grey-white Dragon Breath gushed out like a waterfall, instantly engulfing Mo Yuan and those few demonic cultivators!

"No!" Mo Yuan let out a desperate roar, but without even a chance to resist, he was swept up by the Dragon Breath and swallowed in one gulp!

The other two demonic cultivators who were affected didn't even have time to scream before they turned into blood and minced meat.

After devouring Mo Yuan, the Flood Dragon's eyes became even brighter. It scanned the crowd, who were fleeing frantically, and finally locked onto Lin Yan, whose aura was the purest.

The lingering aura of the true dragon bone Dragon Essence on his body was undoubtedly the supreme tonic for the Flood Dragon!

Its gaze toward Lin Yan was filled with naked greed, and its massive body swayed in the water, like a moving mountain, lunging straight at Lin Yan!