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Chapter 142 Please Help Me, My Darling

It's not a lie.

Humans and such beings are ultimately different.

It appears to possess magical powers, capable of countless transformations, and able to summon wind and rain. It also has a group of loyal followers and priests at its beck and call.

But all of this cannot conceal the cruel truth: it is ultimately neither human nor a monk.

It has a natural upper limit, an invisible ceiling.

No matter how hard it tries, no matter how much it cultivates, that ceiling will never disappear. This is its destiny, and the root of all its madness.

Because it was merely a "vicious corpse" of the Dragon King, not a complete human being.

It had been preparing for countless years to break through this ceiling and change its origins.

It carefully cultivated its followers and built its power. It made the Dragon Master's powerful followers try to get pregnant, just for a body that could carry its reincarnation.

To make the babies in the wombs of those pregnant women the vessel for its rebirth, it even stipulated the male and the time of conception.

It was so close.

It was just a tiny bit away from being reborn as a human.

At that time, with its human body, the vast knowledge it has accumulated over the years, and the continuous offerings from believers, it will be able to truly embark on the path of cultivation and become a true Dharma cultivator.

After decades of cultivation, he might not be inferior to the Dragon King of the South Sea!

Once he has achieved a high level of cultivation, he can gather a group of people, form alliances, and work together to deal with the Dragon King of the South Sea. His future achievements may well make him the true ruler of the South Sea.

But all those decades of planning, countless efforts, and endless waiting were severed by Qi Fei's single sword strike.

How could it not hate Qi Fei?

What's even more hateful is that it had no grudges or enemies with Qi Fei, and they were complete strangers with absolutely no connection!

It simply couldn't understand why Qi Fei was deliberately picking on it.

It can't be that Qi Fei dislikes him, right?

That's why it called Qi Fei "a madman from who-knows-where".

The Dragon King of the South Sea floated in the clouds, his enormous body flashing in and out of focus as lightning struck him.

Those cold, vertical pupils stared at Qi Fei. After a moment of silence, they spoke, "Give it to me. You and this ship can cross safely."

This was the optimal solution he had calculated with absolute rationality. If he could exchange the "bad household" for something in return, that would be the best possible outcome.

The most urgent and important thing for him right now is to unite his three corpses and break through to the Golden Core stage. Everything else can wait.

Qi Fei shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I'm pleased that you could offer such terms. But the tone of your voice makes me very unhappy."

Dragon King of the South Sea: "?"

In his calculations, this was clearly the most beneficial exchange for both parties, a win-win situation where everyone got what they wanted. He didn't understand what there was to be dissatisfied about.

"What if you go back on your word? You turn your back on me, what can I do to you?" Qi Fei said slowly, while gently patting the gourd at his waist.

The yellow gourd usually hangs on Qi Fei's waist, looking ordinary and not particularly eye-catching.

But at this moment, with Qi Fei's gentle pat, it suddenly seemed to come alive, trembled slightly, and emitted a low hum.

The gourd was like a bottomless pit, absorbing all the magic and lightning poured into it without making a sound.

"So," Qi Fei looked at the Dragon King's enormous body and the fish, turtles, and shrimp waving their flags behind him, "I choose to solve the problem in my own way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gourd at his waist suddenly trembled, and a beam of light burst forth from its mouth.

The beam of light was about a hundred feet long and a few feet wide, stretching across the sky and earth.

There was something faintly visible in the light, shapeless yet with eyebrows and eyes, like a blurry human face floating in the center of the light.

This is a "sword".

A conscious "sword".

Since it is a "sword", it can cut.

Previously, Qi Fei's magical power was weak, and he was unable to control this "sword". Even when he encountered danger, the "sword" could only stand there in the gourd.

But now, his cultivation level allows him to wield this sword.

Even if his current magical power is only enough for one use, it's still enough!

This is his biggest trump card in his fight against the Dragon King of the South China Sea.

Qi Fei cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the light and said, "Please, my darling, help me!"

The sword hovered silently in the light, somewhat surprised. It didn't know why Qi Fei was suddenly being so polite to it; he had never been like this before.

But it felt great.

This is the character "请" (please).

Qi Fei asked it for help; he "asked" it, not ordered it!

This is a favor, of course it will help.

Then, the two eyes in the gourd's mouth slowly turned and shone towards the Dragon King of the South Sea in the clouds.

The next instant, a beam of light appeared between heaven and earth.

A streak of light.

It was faster than the eye could follow, faster than the mind could process, as if it existed simultaneously in the past, present, and future.

The moment it appeared, it had already hit its target.

Between "name" and "reality," in the invisible gap, lies a seven-colored sword light, as dazzling as a rainbow after the rain, breathtakingly beautiful.

The Dragon King of the South Sea had just seen a beam of light shoot out of the gourd and was still quickly calculating in his mind what Qi Fei was up to.

When the two eyes on the gourd's light turned and fixed their gaze on him, his heart skipped a beat.

wrong.

He instinctively sensed danger!

He tried to dodge, but his massive body swung violently in the clouds, his dragon tail unleashing a hurricane that churned the waves and scattered the dark clouds.

But he couldn't escape.

That sword light was too fast.

It's fast in reality, and even faster in terms of "name" and "reality"—so fast that by the time you realize its existence, it has already thoroughly penetrated you from head to toe.

The sword light pierced through his protective magic as easily as tearing a thin sheet of paper. The sword light shattered his proud and indestructible dragon head, scales turning to dust and flesh and bones splitting open.

The sword light pierced from the dragon's head to its tail, penetrating the entire body of the South Sea Dragon King!

"Aww!"

The Dragon King of the South Sea finally couldn't hold back and let out a painful scream. The sound was shrill and terrifying, shaking the entire sea and causing the ordinary people in the cabin to cover their ears and squat on the ground, trembling.

Blood gushed from the wound on the dragon's head, cascading into the churning sea like a waterfall, staining a large area of ​​the ocean red.

"Men! Quick! One more time! I'll send this old mudfish on his way!" After the sword finished its strike, he felt an unusual sense of satisfaction.

"To prove my renown, he died a worthy death!"

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