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Ye Niannu sneered, and her silver-white longsword slashed out fiercely. A sharp sword light tore through the murderous aura and went straight for the black-robed man's face.

"You?"

The man in black robes dodged to the side, barely avoiding the attack. His robes were torn open by the sword light, revealing the black armor underneath.

He glanced down at his tattered robes, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"As expected of the Holy Maiden of the Primordial Holy Palace, her swordsmanship is indeed remarkable."

"but……"

He raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"How much longer can you hold on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped his sword with both hands, and thrust the jet-black longsword forward, the tip of which condensed into a dense cloud of black malevolent energy.

It transformed into a black skull, opened its mouth wide, and lunged at Ye Niannu.

Wherever the black skull passed, the air distorted, the ground corroded, and a hissing sound was heard.

Ye Niannu's expression changed slightly. Her silver-white longsword danced in front of her, creating a dense, impenetrable curtain of silver-white swords.

boom!

The black skull crashed into the sword curtain with a deafening roar.

Ye Niannu was so shocked that she was sent flying backward, tumbling twice in the air before she could barely regain her balance.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, and her face paled even more.

The man in black robes gave her no chance to catch her breath, and with a flash, he pounced again.

The jet-black longsword pierced straight at Ye Niannu's throat!

Ye Niannu gritted her teeth and parried with her sword.

clang!

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Ye Niannu was forced back several steps, her hands went numb, and she almost dropped her silver-white longsword.

The black-robed man's power had increased several times over.

Ye Niannu's heart sank.

The black-robed figure was clearly absorbing malevolent energy to replenish her spiritual power during the battle, while her spiritual power was being rapidly depleted.

If this continues, she won't be able to hold on for much longer.

Just then.

A voice came from afar, old yet steady.

"Niannu, I'm here to help you!"

Ye Niannu was startled and turned her head sharply.

Amidst the ruins, an aged figure strode forward.

Wang Long, dressed in a gray robe, stood tall and straight, his feet firmly planted on the gravel.

The dim firelight illuminated his face, revealing a face etched with determination and composure across his wrinkled features.

The little fairy floated on his right shoulder, her silver-white dress fluttering gently in the night breeze, her face full of seriousness.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Bird perched on his left shoulder, its round body like a ball of golden flame, its black grape-like eyes fixed on the churning sea dragon in the air, emitting a low "coo coo" sound.

Ye Niannu was stunned.

Wang Long pushed off the ground with both feet!

The rubble beneath his feet shattered, and he shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bow!

Nine swords behind him were drawn simultaneously, swirling, rotating, and coalescing in the air, transforming into a golden sword ladder that stretched from the ground all the way to the sky.

Wang Long stepped onto the sword ladder, one step at a time, his figure as swift as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he soared into the sky a hundred feet high, facing off against the Turbulent Sea Dragon.

A strong wind howled, making his robes flutter loudly.

Everyone looked up at the same time, staring at the aged figure hovering in the air.

"That old man... he flew?!"

"How can a fifth-rank martial artist fly?! Isn't that something only a ninth-rank martial artist can do?"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Zhao Pojun stood atop the dragon's head, looking up at the dragon king suspended in the air, his brows furrowed slightly.

Peak of the fifth rank?

That old guy has broken through again.

His face turned completely gloomy.

I knew you were no ordinary person, you old codger.

Zhao Pojun's voice was icy cold, carrying undisguised killing intent.

"However, your journey ends here."

"I will no longer give you time to become stronger."

Wang Long looked at him and smiled slightly.

"You can't stop me."

Zhao Pojun flew into a rage and suddenly raised his hand to point.

"A sea-swept dragon, devour him for me!"

The sea-swept dragon roared to the sky, opened its massive mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and pounced towards the king dragon!

The enormous mouth was over ten feet wide, with fangs bared and drool dripping from it, emitting a nauseating stench.

Wang Long stood still, motionless.

He reached out and gently touched the little head of the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird on his left shoulder.

"Little Chirp, it's up to you now."

The Nine Heavens Mystic Bird opened its eyes, and its black grape-like eyes instantly turned golden, with two golden flames burning in its pupils.

It stood up from Wang Long's shoulder and shook its fur.

next moment!

"Chirp!!!"

A sharp cry pierced the night sky!

The sound was clear and resonant, piercing through the clouds, causing the pebbles on the ground to tremble and the body of the churning sea dragon to stiffen abruptly!

A burst of golden light!

The small body of the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird instantly burst forth with dazzling golden light, which was like a small sun, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime!

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to cover their eyes.

The golden light dissipated.

A giant bird, several tens of feet long, hovered above the head of the dragon.

Its body is long and elegant, covered with golden-red feathers, each feather shimmering with a faint golden light, as if cast from gold.

Its wingspan was so wide that it blotted out the sun, and the feathers at the tips of its wings were as sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

Its long tail feathers trailed behind it like a golden waterfall, scattering in the air.

Three golden-red feathers stand tall on its head, like a crown.

A layer of pale golden flames swirled around him. Although the flames had no temperature, they exuded a kind of oppressive power that made one's soul tremble.

Wang Long looked up at the enormous thing above him, his lips twitching.

Is this the same little chick that was just sitting in the corner of the stone bed, being chased and beaten by Xiao Xian'er?

The Nine Heavens Mystic Bird glanced down at Wang Long, a familiar sense of dependence flashing in its golden eyes, before raising its head to look at the Turbulent Sea Dragon opposite it.

In his golden pupils, a fierce fighting spirit burned.

The Turbulent Sea Dragon took a slight step back, a hint of apprehension flashing in its dark pupils.

That's a suppression based on bloodline.

Although it was already a ninth-grade spirit beast, it still instinctively felt fear when facing the ancient divine beast, the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird.

Zhao Pojun's smile froze on his face.

A ninth-grade spirit beast?

When did this old man get a ninth-grade spirit beast?

The man in black robes was also stunned. His black sword stopped in mid-air, and his cold gaze was fixed on the giant golden bird, his brows furrowed tightly.

Ye Niannu's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She truly is the one destined for me.

"Xiaojiu, come on!"

Wang Long raised his hand and pointed.

With a flap of its wings, the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird transformed into a golden streak of light and swooped down toward the Overturning Sea Dragon!

The speed is astonishing.

The Turbulent Sea Dragon had no time to dodge and could only open its giant mouth and spew out a jet-black aura of malevolent energy at the Nine Heavens Mystic Bird!

The Nine Heavens Mystic Bird shifted its body to the side, easily dodging the attack, and at the same time, it flapped its wings fiercely!

The feathers at the tips of its wings, like countless sharp swords, carrying golden flames, shot towards the raging sea dragon!

Wherever the feather passed, the air was torn apart, producing a piercing whistling sound.

The sea-swept dragon tried to dodge, but its size was too enormous to avoid.

Countless feathers shot into its body, piercing through its scales and embedding themselves into its flesh!

Black blood gushed from the wound, dripping onto the ground and corroding out pits.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Pojun panicked completely and couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

"This...is this even possible?!"