Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

The transformed black dragon completely ignored Nangong Wan's attack. With a tremor, it soared into the air and instantly rushed above the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect. Then, it opened its mouth wide, and a massive amount of viscous purple liquid gushed out.

Nangong Wan's expression changed drastically. She wanted to say something to remind him, but it was too late.

Purple liquid poured down, instantly engulfing all the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect below. However, after only a few breaths, the purple liquid slowly receded, and those who had just been fighting the Ink Dragon had vanished without a trace, leaving no trace of their bodies.

After dealing with these troublesome ants, the restless murderous aura within the Mo Jiao subsided slightly. He turned his head and locked his vertical pupils, filled with killing intent, onto Nangong Wan.

At this moment, Nangong Wan's beautiful face was covered in frost, her aura like a volcano about to erupt. This infiltration of the Green Stone Hall had been a disastrous start; before she could reap any benefits, her disciples had been completely wiped out. She gritted her teeth and said in a cold, hateful voice, "You beast! Today, I will tear your soul and rip your flesh to shreds to appease my sect's disciples!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nangong Wan activated the Vermilion Bird Ring to release raging flames and attract the attention of the Ink Dragon, while simultaneously throwing out a golden talisman.

In mid-air, the talisman flashed with spiritual light and transformed into a giant golden sword, slashing down towards the black dragon.

The sharp blade pierced the scales with a crisp, piercing sound.

The power of that sword strike caused him immense pain, and large areas of his scales were blown off. In agony, the black dragon let out a deafening roar, its massive body twisting wildly as it lunged straight at Nangong Wan, intending to tear her apart on the spot.

At this critical moment, Han Li burst out from a nearby mound of earth. With one hand, he wielded seven golden blades, attacking the black dragon in turn, while with the other hand, he released a black iron shield that floated in front of the two, guarding against the black dragon spewing purple liquid.

  

The sudden turn of events caused Nangong Wan, who was focused on fighting the enemy, to momentarily lose her composure and forget to lend a helping hand.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and lend a hand! My magic weapon won't last much longer!"

It wasn't until Han Li's urgent voice rang out that she came back to her senses.

Nangong Wan quickly activated the Vermilion Bird Ring to entangle the Ink Dragon and relieve Han Li of the pressure. At the same time, she waved her sleeve, and more than a dozen mid-level talismans floated in the air. With a light tap of her jade finger, she channeled her spiritual power, and the talismans continuously struck the Ink Dragon.

The barrage of talismans, the blazing flames of the Vermilion Bird Ring, and Han Li's sneak attack with seven golden blades—these three attacks continued relentlessly, enraging the Ink Dragon.

The woman he hated to the core was within reach, but because of the sudden appearance of this young man, he was unable to kill her, which drove Mo Jiao into a state of complete madness.

Enraged, the black dragon lashed its tail repeatedly, unleashing several jets of water that struck the magical artifacts in the air, causing them to tremble violently.

The next instant, a white light flashed from the black horn on the head of the black dragon, with wisps of lightning arcing and flickering on it.

The dragon raised its head high, its black horns pointing in Nangong Wan's direction. A white ball of light, imbued with the power of thunder and lightning, instantly condensed and slammed towards the two people in front of it.

A deafening roar!

The ball of light exploded instantly, causing the entire underground space to tremble violently, and rubble and dust fell from the ceiling.

When the white light dissipated, the once relatively flat swamp was blasted into a deep crater. Beside the crater, Nangong Wan and Han Li lay with their clothes torn and their blood churning, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

As for the black dragon that unleashed the thunderstorm, it was also severely injured. Its scales were almost completely broken off, its flesh was turned inside out, and it was covered in blood. It barely survived because of its incredibly strong demonic body.

It wasn't that they were unwilling to dodge, but the underground swamp had limited space and the explosion radius was too large. In this place, only the white jade pavilion in front and the tunnel behind could isolate most of the power. Apart from that, there was no room to dodge.

At this moment, both of them were exhausted of spiritual energy and seriously injured, and were no longer able to fight. Their personal magical artifacts also lost their luster and fell to the ground. Nangong Wan's talismans were completely depleted, leaving her with no further options.

In contrast, the black dragon, though on the verge of death, remained as ferocious as ever. Dragging its broken body, it shakily rose into the air and slowly approached the two, intending to perish together with them.

From the shadows, Chu Zifei, who had witnessed the entire event, raised his hand to tighten the black mask on his face and then covered himself even more tightly with his concealing cloak before whispering, "The truly important figures are often the last to appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the Bewitching Heart Scroll was activated in mid-air, silently enveloping the entire area. The demon and the two who were locked in a life-or-death confrontation suddenly felt their minds go blank and their senses become confused.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he channeled his spiritual energy into his fingertips and unleashed a Vine Prison Talisman at the Ink Dragon. Thick vines burst forth from the ground, rapidly coiling around it and firmly imprisoning its body, rendering it unable to move.

All of this was accomplished in just a few breaths.

The next instant, spiritual energy burst forth from Chu Zifei's feet, and he shot into the air, landing steadily on the back of the black dragon.

A few breaths later, after Nangong Wan and Han Li broke free from the influence of the Bewitching Talisman, they saw a mysterious figure wearing a black cloak riding on the back of the Ink Dragon.

Chu Zifei had no time to pay attention to the shocked and bewildered expressions of the two. He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, tightly locking the neck of the black dragon to prevent it from falling. Then, he clenched his left fist and slammed it out, hitting the dragon's eye.

Mo Jiao's left eye instantly burst out of its socket, gushing blood continuously.

As excruciating pain struck, the black dragon frantically twisted its massive body, smashing through the vine prison. The dragon tumbled in the air, desperately trying to throw off the person on its back.

How could Chu Zifei give him a chance? He tightened his grip on Chu Zifei's neck with his right hand and continued to pound away with his left fist.

The sound of bones cracking echoed incessantly until half of his head was smashed into a bloody mess before the fist slowly withdrew. The already critically injured Mo Jiao could no longer maintain its flight and crashed to the ground.

Even so, the Ink Dragon refused to accept its fate. It rolled wildly in the mud, trying to crush Chu Zifei on its back with the crushing force of its massive body.

Upon seeing this, Chu Zifei immediately released his right hand from around the neck, and with a sudden burst of strength, he squeezed his back tightly with his legs. Then, he reached out with both hands, firmly grasped the black horn on the top of the Ink Dragon's head, and with all his might, activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, and forcefully twisted it backward!

The excruciating pain from his head swept through his entire body, forcing him to raise his head and no longer able to use his physical advantage to launch a last-ditch counterattack.

Chu Zifei's grip tightened.

"Snap!"

After a crisp cracking sound, Chu Zifei forcefully snapped off the black dragon's horn!

The pain of its severed horn became the final straw that broke the black dragon's back. Its body convulsed violently, it gave up struggling, collapsed to the ground, barely breathing, and completely lost the ability to resist.

Chu Zi took out the Mo Yuan Blade, infused it with spiritual power, and pierced the dragon's neck with the blade, sealing its throat and pinning it to the ground.

After doing all this, Chu Zifei slowly stood up and turned to look at Han Li and Nangong Wan, who were standing to the side with wary expressions.

He deliberately lowered his voice and changed his tone, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion: "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you, and I'm not interested in what's inside that pavilion. I'm only doing this to get what I need."

Nangong Wan slightly suppressed her hostility and bowed slightly: "Thank you for saving me. May I ask your name? The Hidden Moon Sect will definitely inform you after we leave the forbidden area."

Too much talk leads to mistakes, so Chu Zifei did not answer. Instead, he approached the black dragon, bent down, and began to collect the remaining elixir and essence from the dragon's body.

Han Li, on the other hand, looked thoughtful when he saw the strangely familiar figure of the man in black.

Nangong Wan noticed his unusual behavior and asked softly, "Do you recognize this person? Do you know which sect he belongs to?"

Han Li immediately shook his head and quickly declined, "I don't know him. I just feel that his fighting style is domineering and completely different from the ordinary disciples of the Seven Sects. I don't know which ancestor trained him into such a high-achieving disciple."

Just as the two were talking in hushed tones, Chu Zifei, who was focused on collecting essence blood, raised an eyebrow and suddenly pulled a red sphere out of the black dragon's body.