My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Ye Qingfeng parted the river water, his gaze calmly sweeping over the ugly and terrified monster on the riverbed, as if looking at a wild beast that had fallen into a trap.

Instead of immediately carrying out the killing, he did something that left everyone speechless once again.

His left hand remained in a semi-open position, stabilizing the water walls on both sides.

He withdrew his right hand and held it loosely in front of him, as if gathering something.

He looked up at the drifting clouds in the sky, then at the towering, ceaselessly flowing walls of water on either side, restrained by an invisible force.

Then, his loosely clenched right hand began to trace a mysterious and graceful path in the air.

As he moved his fingertips, a large amount of clear water was drawn out from the water walls on both sides by an invisible force, and quickly gathered and shaped in the air in front of him!

The water surged and coalesced, gradually taking shape—deer antlers, camel head, rabbit eyes, snake neck, clam belly, fish scales, eagle claws, tiger paws, ox ears…

In an instant, a "water dragon" made entirely of clear flowing water, with its scales and claws clearly visible and lifelike, raised its head and swung its tail, hovering in front of Ye Qingfeng!

Although this water dragon lacked the imposing aura of seven-colored mirages and golden eyes with crimson flames of the previous toad spirit illusion, it was completely transparent, shimmering with a faint golden light.

It appears more pure and dynamic, carrying a natural rhythm of water and a sense of grandeur!

Ye Qingfeng held the back of the "water dragon's" head as if it were a rein, looked at the terrified toad spirit on the riverbed, and said calmly:

"Since you delight in impersonating a dragon, today I will show you what it means to be—"

He gently pushed his wrist away.

"—The form of a true dragon. Go."

"Roar—!" The transparent water dragon formed from the flowing water emitted a clear and long roar, as if it came from an ancient river.

Shaking its head and wagging its tail, it transformed into a pale golden, transparent stream of light and pounced towards the toad demon on the riverbed!

The toad demon was terrified and unleashed its full demonic power, causing its thick, dark green skin to gleam with a filthy sheen.

It opened its massive mouth to spew out the remaining poisonous mist, and its short, thick limbs pushed off the ground, trying to dodge or withstand the attack.

However, the water dragon was extremely agile, easily avoiding the poisonous mist, and instantly wrapped itself around the toad demon's massive body.

When the clear water came into contact with the filthy demon body, it did not explode. Instead, it was like countless high-speed spinning pale golden water blades, frantically cutting, washing, and penetrating!

"Sizzle—! Cuckoo—!"

The sickening cutting sounds and the toad spirit's mournful howls echoed across the riverbed.

The thick, dark green skin was ripped open, and foul-smelling blood and mucus splattered everywhere, only to be quickly washed away by the clear water.

The monster's swollen belly was ripped open by the water dragon's claws, leaving a huge wound.

The writhing internal organs and a dull, dark green demon core were faintly visible inside.

With just one attack and entanglement, this monster, which had dominated the river for a century and devoured countless lives, was severely injured.

It lay dying on the riverbed, its wounds gushing blood, its dark red frog eyes unfocused, only instinctive twitches and weak moans remaining.

Ye Qingfeng glanced at it from afar and knew that the monster was exhausted and had no power to resist or escape.

He no longer maintained the condensed water dragon. With a thought, the water dragon dispersed, turning into ordinary water flow that mixed into the water walls on both sides.

Then, he made the final ruling.

He maintained the gesture of parting the river with his left hand, and raised his right hand again. This time, he pointed his fingers together like a sword, aiming at the dying toad spirit on the riverbed.

Countless tiny water droplets seeped out and gathered from the gravel and sand of the riverbed below.

These water droplets quickly condensed, elongated, and shaped in front of Ye Qingfeng's fingertips.

It transformed into a water spear about ten feet long, crystal clear throughout, with an incomparably sharp tip and faint golden patterns flowing around it!

Sunlight shines through the towering water walls on both sides, reflecting off the water spears and creating a rainbow halo that is both beautiful and deadly.

Ye Qingfeng's eyes were indifferent as he locked onto the location of the demon's head and core.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. The debt of sin must be repaid in blood, and this is the end of it."

He gently pointed his finger forward.

"punish."

The crystalline water spear silently pierced the air, its speed so great that it left only a faint, damp trail in the sky.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud.

The spear pierced the toad demon's enormous, ugly head with perfect accuracy.

Its momentum remained undiminished, deeply embedding itself in the hard soil of the riverbed below, until the stem was completely submerged!

The gun trembled slightly, and the flowing, shimmering water and pale gold patterns gradually subsided and finally solidified.

It transformed into an eternal penal pillar, seemingly sculpted from glass and ice, which pinned the demon to the riverbed!

The toad demon's enormous body convulsed violently, and its dark red frog eyes completely lost their luster.

The last wisp of demonic energy was extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind. Filthy blood slowly flowed from the wound, seeping into the riverbed.

The source of centuries of fear, the man-eating monster of the river, is here to be vanquished.

Ye Qingfeng watched quietly for a moment, confirming that the demon's life force had been completely extinguished, and even its dim demon core had dissipated along with its shattered head.

Then, he gently lowered his left hand, which had been holding the water-separating posture.

"Yes," he murmured to himself.

The towering, ceaselessly flowing yet stagnant river on both sides has lost the restraint of an invisible force.

With a deep, satisfied roar, it crashed together towards the center!

"Boom—!!"

The deafening roar of the massive water flow created a cloud of white steam.

The turbid river water filled the exposed riverbed again, churning and rushing, and soon returned to its former flowing state.

However, the river water seemed to be a little clearer than before, and the lingering, foul smell was also fading away quickly.

On the riverbank, hundreds of villagers stood frozen, unable to recover from the continuous, unimaginable miracles.

Dividing waters, transforming into dragons, condensing spears, slaying demons, merging streams...

Every step was seemingly effortless, yet deeply moving.

The figure in the green robe stood by the river from beginning to end, without moving much or showing any sign of strain or urgency.

It was as if the one who had just altered the landscape and annihilated the great demon was not himself, but rather the very nature of heaven and earth, using his hand to carry out this cause and effect.

This is the epitome of otherworldly elegance and ethereal grace.

Until Ye Qingfeng gently flicked his sleeves and turned around.

Looking at Xiao Lian, who was still slumped on the ground but had been released by the villagers and was being held tightly by Li Laoshuan and his wife, crying as if she had survived a disaster.

When they saw the faces around them filled with awe, worship, gratitude, and bewilderment, they seemed to awaken from a dream.

"Splash!" "Splash!"

Without anyone noticing who led the way, the dark mass of people, like waves of wheat blown down by the wind, knelt down once more.

This time, it was no longer out of fear, but out of heartfelt, almost pious reverence.

"A real person!"

"A living god!"

"Thank you so much, Master, for saving my entire village! Slay the demon!"

The sound was like a tidal wave, filled with excitement and sobs.

Wang Dashan was moved to tears and immediately knelt down at Ye Qingfeng's feet, kowtowing repeatedly.

Ye Qingfeng's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the back of the group.

The father and son, Chen Maocai, had pale, ghostly faces, shifty eyes, and trembling bodies, their gazes turning cold.

The demon has been vanquished; it is time to cleanse the monstrous creatures of the human world as well.