Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

Lu Yan's attacks were swift and ruthless, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

Qiu Wanhai and Qiu Tian were both under the spell of the illusion, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Seeing the attack about to hit their faces, they instinctively activated their life-saving measures.

The black mist suddenly exploded, and Qiu Wanhai's figure rapidly expanded within the mist.

A gigantic armored snail emerged from the mist, its body as large as a small mountain, its shell dark brown and covered with spiral patterns, with more than a dozen thick tentacles extending from its front end, each with suckers and barbs, thrashing about on the sea surface.

It is more than ten times larger than before, and its shell alone is as tall as a mountain.

Qiu Tianjun has also changed. His body has become elongated, his skin has changed from bluish-gray to bright blue, his forearms have transformed into two huge hammer-shaped claws with a metallic sheen, and his tail has spread out a cluster of fan-shaped colorful appendages. His whole body looks like a mantis shrimp magnified a thousand times.

Those eyes changed from expressionless to compound eyes, with countless mirrors simultaneously reflecting lightning.

"The armor-splitting mantis shrimp..." the Golden Flower Ancestor murmured, his face pale. "A single strike from this thing's forearm can shatter the protective aura of a cultivator of the same level."

Master Sifa, ignoring the commotion, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fellow Daoist Lu, be careful!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two lightning balls had already arrived.

boom!

Golden lightning exploded on the sea surface, evaporating the seawater within a radius of hundreds of feet into white mist.

Lightning surged and arcs of electricity shone, illuminating the entire sky.

The shell of the steel-armored snail was blasted open with countless cracks, several of its tentacles were broken off, and dark green blood gushed out, staining a large area of ​​the sea surface.

The mantis shrimp's proud hammer-shaped claws were charred black from the explosion, one forearm was broken off, revealing the white flesh inside, and the other was also covered in cracks and looked like it was about to break apart.

The lightning dissipated, and the water vapor evaporated.

Two transformed demons floated on the sea, barely alive.

The armored snail's shell was mostly broken, and its tentacles hung limply in the water, twitching occasionally.

The mantis shrimp's compound eyes were dull and lifeless. Its body had rolled over, and a few of its legs were still trembling slightly, but it was no longer a threat.

Master Sifa opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a single word.

He had cultivated for hundreds of years and had seen Nascent Soul cultivators fight, but he had never seen anything like this. Two level-eight transformed demons, in their original forms, were defeated like this by a human cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage in just two moves. Was this even human?

Even the Golden Flower Ancestor was stunned. His crimson-gold robe fluttered in the sea breeze, yet he remained motionless, like a golden statue. He swallowed hard, his voice dry, "Fellow Daoist Lu...you..."

He wanted to ask where I learned this technique, but he swallowed the words back. Asking such a question would be pointless.

Lu Yan ignored their reactions, and with a flash of light, a golden gourd appeared in his palm.

The sword hidden in the gourd.

He made a hand seal, and golden light suddenly appeared at the mouth of the gourd. Nine sword lights flew out from it and headed straight for the two demons.

Just then.

"How dare you!"

A deafening roar came from afar, the sound like thunder, shaking the sea surface.

Master Sifa's face was deathly pale, and even the golden robe of the Golden Flower Ancestor was trembling.

The roar of the Golden Flood Dragon King still echoed in the sky, and the golden gourd in Lu Yan's hand shone brightly.

Nine sword lights, like dragons emerging from the sea, rushed straight towards Qiu Wanhai and Qiu Tianjun.

The two demons were already severely injured, so how could they possibly dodge? The sword light flashed, and two heads flew into the sky, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Lu Yan didn't even glance at them a second time. With a casual wave of his hand, he collected all the dozen or so level-seven demonic beasts on the sea, the two infant carp beasts, and the corpses of the two recently deceased transformed demonic beasts, along with their storage bags and demon cores, into his storage bracelet.

The movements were fluid and seamless, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Master Sifa opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The Golden Flower Ancestor's crimson robe trembled, and the smile on his face froze completely.

The disciples of the Four Laws Sect in the distance were completely dumbfounded. To kill his people and take his things right in front of the Golden Flood Dragon King—they must have had the guts of iron!

The golden streak of light on the horizon had already arrived.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure crashed down like a mountain, creating a huge crater in the seawater and making the air thick and sticky.

"Golden Dragon King!" Master Sifa's voice changed: "He's really here!"

He gritted his teeth: "If we split up and run, there's still a sliver of hope!"

Without saying a word, the Golden Flower Ancestor turned around and tried to escape with a flash of golden light.

He has lived for hundreds of years and knows best when to run.

"Why are you running?" Lu Yan asked without turning his head. "You all cover me while I go and meet the Golden Flood Dragon King."

Master Sifa paused, thinking he had misheard: "Huh?"

The Golden Flower Ancestor was also stunned. She turned her head to look at Lu Yan, her expression as if she were looking at a madman.

Meeting the Golden Flood Dragon King? That's the leader of the Flood Dragon Clan who has been a powerful force in the outer seas for tens of thousands of years, a level ten demon, at the peak of the Transformation Realm, and someone even the Star Palace is unwilling to provoke easily.

A human cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage said he wanted to meet him?

Could it be that the cultivation method practiced by this Fellow Daoist Lu is the type that sacrifices one's brain in exchange for combat power?

Master Sifa quickly advised, "Fellow Daoist Lu, I know you are powerful, but the Golden Flood Dragon King is not comparable to ordinary demons. He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and his supernatural powers are unfathomable. We should..."

Before he could finish speaking, the golden light had already landed nearby.

As the light faded, a tall, burly man with a dragon's head and a human body appeared in mid-air.

He was clad in golden scale armor, his eyes were like lightning, and he held a long spear that shimmered with golden light in his hand.

Golden Dragon King.

His gaze swept across the sea. The corpses of Qiu Wanhai and Qiu Tianjun were gone, as were the corpses of more than a dozen level-seven demonic beasts. Even the two infant carp beasts were nowhere to be found.

The sea surface was clean, with only traces of blood slowly spreading.

His eye twitched, but he didn't react immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to the Golden Flower Ancestor.

"Hand over the Dragon Transformation Pearl." The Golden Flood Dragon King's voice was deep and carried an unquestionable authority.

The Golden Flower Ancestor's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took two steps back, her hand already on the storage bag.

The Golden Dragon King's gaze shifted from the Golden Flower Ancestor, then swept over the Four Dharma Masters, and finally landed on Lu Yan.

His body jolted violently.

He would never forget that face, that figure, for the rest of his life.

That was the darkest moment of his life.

A human cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage plucked all the dragon scale fruits from the dragon scale fruit tree right in front of him, and then disappeared right before his eyes.

He didn't even see how the other person ran away.

Over the years, he has recalled that scene countless times in his dreams, and each time he is so angry that he trembles with rage.

"It's you!!!!"

The Golden Dragon King's voice suddenly rose, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the golden spear in his hand hummed and trembled, the golden light on the tip of the spear almost overflowing.

Lu Yan stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone relaxed: "It seems you've retrieved the gun. Congratulations! I wonder how the Dragon Scale Fruit cultivation is going? I'm planning to find an opportunity to go and harvest some more."

The Golden Dragon King trembled with rage, his golden scales crackling loudly.

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, each word spoken as if he wanted to chew Lu Yan up and swallow him whole:

"Good! Good! Good! This is truly heaven's help! None of you can escape today!"