654: He is not even human!

He naturally understood.

The blade art Shen Bei had just used was a move from the “Star Constellation Intermittent Kill”.

He had seen records of it in the Demon Buddha lineage’s ancient texts.

Back then, there was a powerful blade Cultivator in the Great Wilderness who emerged like a shooting star, his brilliance dazzling yet fleeting.

This powerful Cultivator, known as Three Blades, defeated all blade Cultivators in the world with his single blade after his emergence. Later, for some unknown reason, he offended the Myriad Sword Sect and was hunted down by eight Elders of the Myriad Sword Sect personally.

Everyone initially thought the Three Blades Cultivator was doomed, but he unleashed the Void Lunar Array - Damaged.

He instantly slew all eight Elders of the Myriad Sword Sect and then vanished without a trace.

Later, it was rumored that the battle ended in mutual destruction; after slaying his enemies, the Three Blades Cultivator died from the powerful backlash of his third blade.

And the name, Three Blades Cultivator, began there.

The Little Devil Buddha was puzzled; how did Shen Bei know this blade art? Wasn't it said that this blade art couldn't be Cultivated?

Moreover, it seemed he truly paid no price. After unleashing a blade, his face wasn't red, his breathing wasn't labored, his True Essence flowed steadily, and his body's Qi and Blood were vibrant like a rainbow.

Recalling the terrifying nature of this blade art from the records, the Little Devil Buddha decisively conceded, deciding it was better to continue cooperating.

Clashing with a madman like this, who uses such a blade art without even a hint of probing, would result in his certain death, no matter what price Shen Bei had to pay.

“Are you really not going to try? Come on, let’s exchange three blades. Either you die or I die, how interesting.” Shen Bei licked his lips, his aura growing more and more violent…

“This monk was wrong.” The Little Devil Buddha secretly complained, this person was definitely a madman.

Shen Bei laughed heartily, waving his hand playfully.

“Little bald donkey, I was just joking with you. Isn’t my joke funny? Look how scared you are, it’s hilarious…”

“Heh… heh heh…” The Little Devil Buddha forced a dry laugh, quietly retreating a step…

His thoughts suddenly became a bit firmer.

This person was a reckless madman; he wouldn't argue with him.

Killing and forming enmities, endless cycles of grudges. If he killed the Little Devil Buddha today, the Fu Tu Demon Sect would send out an even stronger individual tomorrow, and killing them would only deepen the hatred.

Kill the small ones, the big ones come; kill the big ones, the old ones come; kill the old ones, the even older ones come. It's endlessly troublesome.

It was better to resolve it like this now, without bloodshed, and even cooperate a little, using him as an aid.

Shen Bei was in a great mood. As he ascended the steps, he enthusiastically waved at the Little Devil Buddha.

“Little bald donkey, hurry up. We’re teammates now. Whatever benefits we get, we’ll split evenly.”

The Little Devil Buddha silently put some distance between them, following behind, and silently added a comment in his mind.

A reckless madman with unpredictable moods.

“Boom…”

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed in the sky, and branch-like cracks spread across the firmament.

“Whoosh…”

Half of the sky shattered, and a pillar of light shot across the sky. After the light pillar dissipated, one could faintly see a higher level above, and some of the outside scenery could be glimpsed through the opening.

The black pagoda had been forcibly cut away in part, and the outside was hazy, as if the Void Realm had descended.

Nine Blood-Draining Demon Dragons pulled a throne, moving through it, but more than half of the nine Demon Dragons were heavily wounded, and one even had its entire lower body missing.

On the throne, a rather handsome young man, dressed in flowing white robes, sat upright. His left arm was gone, leaving only tattered sleeves fluttering.

Even so, an arrogant and wild aura assailed them. Sitting on the broken throne, he still appeared like a king, sneering with an expression of disdain.

“Wu Bi'an, keep coming! Let’s die together happily. Why aren’t you pretending anymore? Have you revealed your true form?”

On the other side, purple light surged into the sky, forming auspicious clouds that covered the heavens. Within, purple lightning churned like dragons and snakes, surging endlessly. At the center, Death Qi transformed into an overwhelming black cloud, from which dragon roars and cries echoed, shaking one's Divine Soul.

The black cloud and auspicious clouds converged and merged. From within the soaring Death Qi, a several-hundred-foot-long Dragon head emerged from the clouds, its eyes filled with Death Qi. With a glare, a black-purple pillar of light crossed the Void Realm, heading directly for the Burial Sea Secret Lord.

The Burial Sea Secret Lord flicked his wrist. Two of the Demon Dragons cried out in pain, pulled by chains, and instantly blocked the attack.

“Boom…”

The aurora-like light pillar dissipated, and the two Demon Dragons turned to dust, vanishing without a trace.

From within the black cloud, the Dragon head with bifurcated antlers slowly flew out. Its body, stretching tens of thousands of feet behind it, seemed to be pieced together from segments of hard shells.

Each segment appeared to be stained with auspicious clouds, covered in cloud patterns and purple Qi. Beneath each segment were pairs of sharp, jade-like pointed feet, over a thousand pairs in total.

The Dragon head lifted, letting out a roar, and the east seemed like the rising sun, with purple Qi coming from the east, and auspicious energy overwhelming the land.

The pressure suppressed an entire world, passing through the black pagoda's opening and pressing down on Shen Bei's Divine Soul.

“True Dragon Bloodline, Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon.”

The Little Devil Buddha murmured, truly startled. That kind of Dragon Clan pressure, especially the suppression felt by both Divine Soul and Bloodline, was not something an ordinary Dragon Clan Bloodline could possess.

Only Dragon Clan members with True Dragon Bloodline had it.

The Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon belonged to the Thousand-Foot Centipede Dragon lineage. Only Thousand-Foot Centipede Dragons who awakened the True Dragon Bloodline could undergo a complete transformation and evolve into Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragons.

Moreover, feeling the aura and pressure, especially a certain inherited aura within it.

How could Shen Bei not know that this was Wu Bi'an?

Damn it…

Who would have thought that he was not only from the Yao Race, but also possessed a top-tier Bloodline within the Yao Race: the True Dragon Bloodline.

No wonder no one ever knew he was from the Yao Race, and no one ever discovered it.

As a Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon, he was naturally auspicious, without a trace of demonic Qi. His power was much purer than that of most Cultivators.

As long as he didn't expose himself, who could discover he was from the Yao Race?

Looking beyond the black pagoda, into the Void Realm, where Wu Bi'an was turning the world upside down, each movement carrying immense power.

A trace of fear couldn't help but rise in Shen Bei's heart.

This was a titled Dao Lord.

During their battle, the Secret Realm's sky had shattered, forcing them to fight in the Void Realm.

And this was after they had already died, their strength less than one percent, perhaps even one-thousandth, and their power diminishing with each use.

How strong were they at their peak?

Just by the aura, the Burial Sea Secret Lord was clearly at a disadvantage.

This should be the result of Bridal Gown's intervention, right?

After all, Bridal Gown was still alive, no matter what.

Based on the current situation, the strength of the two titled Dao Lords had plummeted, and would only grow weaker with each clash.

Bridal Gown's advantage would also grow, and by then, the Burial Sea Secret Lord would likely be truly finished.

If he died, and he couldn't loot his body, what about the key?

As he was thinking, a red shadow appeared from the Void Realm, crossing an unknown distance in the blink of an eye, appearing on the Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon's head…

Bridal Gown, wearing a veil and a vibrant red wedding dress, slightly disheveled, brought her slender palm down towards the Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon's head.

The Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon twisted its head, and its Dragon horn met Bridal Gown's delicate palm.

“Crack…”

Bridal Gown's right arm twisted, and a blood-stained bone splinter pierced through her sleeve, emerging from behind her right shoulder…

In an instant, she transformed into a red light, flying backward and disappearing into the Void Realm.

Meanwhile, the Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon let out a roar, one of its Dragon horns broke off, falling into the Secret Realm, heading directly for the black pagoda…

Watching the Dragon horn, imbued with immense power, flying towards him, a thought of claiming it for himself just surfaced in Shen Bei's mind, after all, this was a Dragon horn.

A Dragon horn from a Jade-Footed Heavenly Dragon with True Dragon Bloodline.

But in a blink, this thought vanished, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.