The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

The demon looked at Wang Zhenhuan, noticing his sudden surge in cultivation and his white hair. It immediately understood that Wang Zhenhuan must have used some secret technique and paid some price to achieve this increase in strength.

Fortunately, Wang Zhenhuan's cultivation level had not broken through to the Purple Qi realm. Although it was surprised, it wasn't odd. This kind of secret technique had existed since ancient times, and although Wang Zhenhuan's cultivation level had improved, it was only up to this point.

The difference between purple and blue aura cannot be bridged by secret techniques. Moreover, Wang Zhenhuan's own strength is not even at the blue aura level. A mere secret technique is not enough to make him back down.

After pondering for a moment, the great demon went straight to Wang Zhenhuan's side. This time, unlike before, Wang Zhenhuan's eyes could now clearly see the great demon's movements.

However, he did not make any move, but instead pretended to be wary of his surroundings. In reality, he gathered all his spiritual energy in his palm, and the moment the demon appeared, he struck it with his palm.

The demon was startled, caught off guard by Wang Zhenhuan's sudden attack. Caught off guard, it could only parry with its palms. The two exchanged blows, and the demon took a step back.

Wang Zhenhuan took a full four steps back before stopping. The demon, seeing that Wang Zhenhuan's strength was far lower than it had imagined, immediately relaxed. It reappeared on the spot, looked at Wang Zhenhuan, and said contemptuously.

"Who gave you the audacity to challenge a deity with your mere high-level cultivation? Is it this secret technique? You naive child, a frog in a well. Today I'll show you that anyone below the level of a deity is utter trash!"

Having said that, it vanished again. Standing quietly at a distance, though its tone was contemptuous, its understanding was crystal clear. Wang Zhenhuan's cultivation level was not his own inherent strength, but rather something he had acquired through a secret technique.

If it could just stall for time until Wang Zhenhuan's secret technique ended, it would be at his mercy. However, what it didn't expect was that its method of concealment was completely exposed to Wang Zhenhuan's eyes.

Wang Zhenhuan saw that the demon was retreating instead of advancing. He immediately understood its intentions, and he himself knew that dragging things out like this was not a solution. Every quarter of an hour that passed was a loss of his lifespan.

"I can't wait any longer!" Wang Zhen thought to himself. Since this demon was unwilling to make a move, he would lure it out. He took a step back ten feet and began to form hand seals.

The demon frowned when it saw Wang Zhenhuan about to perform a spell. It then lunged forward, circled around, and appeared behind Wang Zhenhuan. Suddenly, it punched Wang Zhenhuan in the back of the head.

"Watch out!" Ling Zhizi, lying on the ground, exclaimed in surprise, then flung the ribbon in her hand. Her face turned pale, and she immediately slumped down.

The demon seemed quite wary of the flying ribbon. Its attack paused slightly as it bent over, trying to dodge it. However, what it didn't expect was...

Wang Zhenhuan, who was originally making hand seals, suddenly turned around. After ducking to dodge the punch, he slapped the demon's shoulder with a palm that glowed with white light, while simultaneously grabbing the other half of its shoulder with his other hand.

The demon was terrified, but its shoulder was held firmly by Wang Zhenhuan, leaving it unable to dodge. A ferocious glint flashed in its eyes, and instead of retreating, it advanced, charging headlong into Wang Zhenhuan's chest.

As the saying goes, in a narrow encounter, the brave prevail. Faced with a lose-lose situation, whoever retreats will suffer. Since Wang Huanzhen is prepared to die, he naturally won't back down even a step.

Seeing that the demon was actually headbutting him, he lowered his head without hesitation. He channeled his spiritual energy into his forehead, gritted his teeth, and rammed his head against it fiercely. In the blink of an eye, all of this happened in just two breaths.

Although the demon dodged the ribbon thrown by Ling Zhizi, Wang Zhenhuan caught it squarely. After dodging the demon's sneak attack punch, Wang Zhenhuan struck the demon's shoulder hard with his palm.

Unlike the previous missed attacks, this time the attack landed squarely on the monster's shoulder. The monster seemed to have no physical form; Wang Zhen's hand, glowing with white light, had actually punched a large hole in its shoulder.

Immediately afterward, his head collided violently with the monster's. The impact sent his neck flying backward, his vision went black, and he was sent flying backward.

The demon was also badly hurt. First, it took a blow from Wang Zhenhuan, which shattered its shoulder. Then it collided with Wang Zhenhuan, and although it didn't fly away, it was left dazed and confused.

His body gradually became hazy and transparent. After landing, Wang Zhenhuan shook his head and came to his senses. It seemed that his injuries from the collision were more serious than those of the demon.

But in reality, he discovered that this monster wasn't as powerful as it claimed. Moreover, judging from its attack just now, it seemed to lack a physical form and was more like a sinister entity.

Just as Wang Zhenhuan was pondering, the demon came to its senses, waved its hand, and vanished. It then transformed into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing from its original spot before reappearing in an open area not far away.

Wang Huanzhen squinted, feigning wariness. In reality, he was secretly observing the demon, and it was just as he had predicted. After the demon reappeared, its shoulder had returned to normal.

But its body seemed to have become somewhat transparent? Just now, this monster felt like a human to Wang Zhenhuan. But now, Wang Zhenhuan could vaguely see the trees behind it through its body.

This discovery delighted him, proving that his attack hadn't been in vain. The monster had merely appeared to have recovered. The two remained silent for a while.

Wang Huanzhen suddenly raised his hand again, making a hand seal gesture. A fierce glint flashed in the demon's eyes, and it said coldly, "Trying to use the same trick again? Since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on your way!"

Having said that, it let out a low growl. Its entire body emerged from its concealment and began to expand violently, as if a monster were hidden within its body.

Soon, its face was burst open by its ever-expanding flesh. One zhang, two zhang, until it swelled to more than three zhang high. Three breaths later, a colossal creature appeared before Wang Zhenhuan, floating in mid-air.

After the monster appeared, it let out a low roar similar to a dragon's cry. From a distance, it looked like a dragon floating in mid-air. It was nearly three zhang long, shaped like a snake, and had two horns on its head.

Its body is dark brown and covered with scales. It also has red mane from its neck to its back. However, unlike ordinary dragons, its scales grow in the opposite direction from its waist down.

It exhales clouds and mist, which, when illuminated by light, form magnificent colors like a rainbow.

"What is this? Could it be a dragon? Why does it look so strange?" Wang Huanzhen looked at the giant beast floating in mid-air and asked Ling Zhizi beside him in a low voice.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a clam!"