Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

Sea of clouds, starry sky, heavenly winds, sword light!

Yan Yu was eighteen years old this year, and thus it had also been eighteen years since he last experienced Sword Flight.

But as he witnessed the grand scenes around him, the long-missed experiences and memories quickly surged from the bottom of his heart.

To travel as light, covering a thousand miles in an instant, this is the true bearing of an immortal like myself!

It was a pity that the Spiritual Energy Resurgence was still in its early stages and his own Cultivation Realm wasn't high enough, so he couldn't afford to fly unrestrained for long periods and could only enjoy it for a brief moment.

A quick battle it is!

Yan Yu quickly spurred on the sword light, and his speed surged once more, finally catching up to the tail of the Flood Dragon.

Sword Control Slash!

The Flying Sword rapidly sliced along the body of the Flood Dragon, this time not merely leaving a wound but directly dismembering it! Dragon scales, chunks of flesh, tendons, bones... countless remnants fell like rain.

Having lost half of its lower body, the Flood Dragon cried out in pain and anger. Suddenly turning its head around, it aimed at Yan Yu and snapped fiercely with its gaping maw!

The dragon's teeth were sharp and powerful enough to crush mountains. Not to mention invoking the Earth-Element Sturdiness Curse, even Qin Meng using the "Dragon Elephant Nirvana Divine Skill" and activating the specialized Body Refinement Secret Art to withstand it would have been bitten in half in an instant!

The dragon's biting speed and range were extremely fast and large. If Yan Yu wanted to dodge with his sword light, he could only flee quickly to the side—thereby being forced to abandon his attack.

But faster than the speed of the dragon's head was the figure of a graceful and lithe shadow.

The puppet Ah Zhen.

Just a second before, she was blocking the dragon's head; the next, she stepped on the whiskers and quickly moved up, treading rapidly across the scalation of the snout, step by step! The rugged scales under her feet were as if she was walking on flat ground.

By the time she reached directly between the dragon's eyes, a segment of a sword had already protruded from her wrist, with a cold light shining as bright as a mirror.

Cross Slash!

The dragon's eyeball was covered by a nictitating membrane as hard as fine steel, not easily penetrated by ordinary blades. But the puppet Ah Zhen, with her core of "Heavenly River Anchored Divine Metal," could exert the power of a thousand jun, even more ferocious than the usual Flying Swords!

A horizontal slash! A vertical cut! Amidst the surging sword light, the pupils shattered open, and golden dragon blood burst forth like a volcanic eruption. In pain, the Flood Dragon shook its head violently, flinging the puppet Ah Zhen forcefully to the ground.

Before it could even catch its breath, its remaining eye was once again completely filled with the mysterious yellow sword light.

Sword-Human Unity!

Yan Yu and the Huang Tingjian fused together through a secret spell, transforming into a magnificent sword light and piercing straight into the Flood Dragon's eyes!

Blinded, the Flood Dragon could no longer discern directions and plunged headfirst towards the edge of the Mysterious Realm!

Just like the Phoenix that was beaten out of the Mysterious Realm by Su Yunjin, the blind Flood Dragon wailed as it broke through the Mysterious Realm barrier, chaotically rushing into the South Sea's sky, and began to flee toward the northwest.

The puppet Ah Zhen had already reverted to a Silver Pellet, rolling back into Yan Yu's sleeve.

After the terrifying expenditure of the Sword Control Slash and the Sword-Human Unity, Yan Yu's body now had barely one-tenth of his True Yuan remaining. He could only grab onto the ends of the Flood Dragon's whiskers while continuing to fiercely attack it with the Huang Tingjian.

The Flood Dragon, now sightless and barely alive, was well aware that Yan Yu's remaining True Yuan was also running low. Otherwise, if Yan Yu initiated another Sword-Human Unity, it would have already been slain on the spot.

If it could just hold on until his True Yuan was exhausted, combined with the Flood Dragon's robust body that wouldn't easily die... there might still be a chance to turn the tables and kill him!

It thought bitterly, unaware that in his previous life, Yan Yu started on the path of the Asura as a mere mortal, and being unable to refine True Yuan was always his weak point. In this kind of endgame, how to extract every last bit of True Yuan and maximize its effect, there was probably no one else in the world more skilled than him.

A fight to the death!

Man attacking, dragon defending, the struggle relentless. The Flood Dragon soared through clouds and fog, flying as swiftly as a comet, drawing a long tail-like trail in the sky that no one from the outside of the Mysterious Realm could catch up to.

But the surging of Yan Yu's sword light was more like Thunder Clap, chasing down the comet with endless brilliance, with every dazzling flash being a heavy blow of the sword body smashing into dragon scales, sparking fierce fire!

Soon, the Flood Dragon entered into the territory of Lu Country, and by this point, a great number of civilians in Yi'an Prefecture had already witnessed it. Annan Army was so flustered that they didn't even bother with the South Sea and had to focus all their attention on this uninvited guest.

After all, if the Flood Dragon targeted a densely populated area and unleashed a spell... it could become an extremely vicious disaster, the severity of which need not be overstated.

But Zhendong Army's Yan Yu was still fighting to the death on the dragon, and the frequent flashing of the sword light made it impossible to use anti-aircraft forces to shoot it down.

Troublesome indeed!

The Flood Dragon, unaware of the difficulties facing the Annan army, and being completely blind, didn't expect to randomly hit Yan Yu with its sharp claws or spells. It could only keep charging ahead at full speed, hoping the violent turbulence brought by the fast airflow would exhaust his strength—or True Yuan. As long as it could shake him off, anything would do.

However, what increasingly terrified it was that although it didn't know where exactly Yan Yu was, the attacks from the Huang Tingjian sword never ceased. Each strike added deeply painful wounds that overwhelmed its regenerative abilities.

As its injuries grew more severe, its consciousness also began to falter.

Yan Yu, of course, could sense that the Flood Dragon was nearing its limit. Its flying altitude was rapidly decreasing, and a forced landing was becoming imminent.

He pulled on a dragon whisker and looked down, only to see a cityscape with towering buildings clearly ahead.

After slaying the dragon, the Flood Dragon was bound to plummet quickly. With its size, it would crush a swath of people if it landed on the streets, and even if it hit buildings, the walls would collapse. Cleaning up the aftermath would be extremely troublesome.

Fortunately, within Yan Yu's line of sight, he could see a wide river running through the city, with vast open spaces and vegetation along its banks that seemed to be a riverside park.

While it was regrettable for the citizens enjoying the park, it was still better than directly crashing onto a main traffic road or residential and office buildings. Yan Yu could solve this simple math problem.

I can't stop the Flood Dragon from landing, but I can decide when it lands prematurely!

After roughly estimating the dive point and timing, the Huang Tingjian sword once again flew above the dragon's head and suddenly chopped down with full force as heavy as a mountain.

Dragon Slaying!

The heavy sword didn't manage to split the dragon's hard skull, but it did create a crack on it. The residual force pierced through the layers of bone into the brain, scattering its lingering consciousness—this Flood Dragon was already dead. Even if it was controlled through a secret art by the giant who headed the Long Race, it still couldn't fully manifest the true power of a dragon.

Out of control, the dragon's body, carried by momentum, accelerated in its fall, gliding until most of its body sank into the river, causing nearly ten-meter-high waves, while its head crushed the riverbank guardrail and landed in the less crowded riverside park.

No one was injured, perfect!

Yan Yu, having used the Cloud Ascension Technique to escape, leisurely flew onto the dragon's head, found a protrusion near the dragon horn to sit on comfortably, and started to space out, waiting for the Annan army to come and collect the corpse.

Given the current state of the Spiritual Energy Resurgence, even an incompletely resurrected dragon puppet, with its abnormal vitality and defense, was an extremely difficult enemy to deal with.
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I wonder how the Valkyrie of the previous era managed to fight against it, and what heavy price her team paid—you can tell by the number of casualties the Miti Allied Forces suffered this time.

Of course, there's still that saying, "No need to thank me." I, Yan Yu, have always done good deeds without leaving my name.

As Yan Yu sat atop the dragon's corpse and zoned out, he saw on the opposite side of the riverside park, a group of young men and women with colorful wigs and strange clothes, hurrying over to watch the commotion.

Behind them stood a sports stadium building, and judging by the banners and posters at the entrance, it seemed that some sort of anime convention was taking place.

Yan Yu, guarding the dragon's corpse, of course couldn't leave his post, and was soon surrounded by the intrigued cosplayers. Many photographers even began to fervently snap photos of him and the dragon's corpse... Hey! I'm not some Coser, stop taking pictures!

He remained calm and collected under the bombardment of cameras, with his peripheral vision suddenly catching a sneaky pink-haired figure attempting to touch the dragon's whiskers stealthily.

With a flick of his finger, the Huang Tingjian sword instantly flew up, embedding itself in the tiles in front of her, startling the pink-haired girl into a jolt.

But she quickly calmed down, appearing as if she wanted to touch but didn't dare, and in a crisp voice, she asked Yan Yu,

"Cultivator big brother, may I touch your sword?"

Nonsense, of course you can't!

Yan Yu was about to say "Are you worthy?" when his Divine Sense swept over the girl's face again.

Huh?

Wait a second...

Despite the Asian sorcery of heavy makeup, that face...

Isn't that Xie Ruoxi?

At this time, shouldn't you be working in Xin'an?