Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

The Flying Immortal Master coldly rebuked, his killing intent surging forth like a thousand cuts, instantly plunging tens of thousands of demons into a hellish state of unease.

I don't understand what you're talking about!

The old dragon's face turned ashen, and he rebuked, "Humans, leave my territory. I do not wish to fight with you."

"It's not that you don't want to, it's that you know you can't win."

The Jade Pool Master spoke its true thoughts: the human and demon races are inherently at odds, and on this land where they have lived and multiplied together, they have fought for countless years before history even existed.

The so-called unwillingness to fight is nothing more than an excuse to assess the situation.

"Ah!"

"Human monkey, do not slander me with baseless accusations."

"You human cultivators are bloodthirsty and greedy, yet you claim to be acting with righteous indignation and justification. Isn't that utterly hypocritical? Are you trying to seize the treasures of my Dragon Palace?"

Old Long angrily rebuked the group for their actions, his forehead veins bulging with rage, and he almost ground his teeth to powder.

"Killing you needs no reason, much less a just cause."

The Flying Immortal Master's eyes flashed with cold lightning, and his aura rose to its peak, suppressing the old dragon's ferocity. His words were domineering and brooked no argument.

"You can struggle now."

"Xuan Zun, is that what you mean too?!"

The old dragon, enraged, questioned Jiang Mo, deducing there must have been a misunderstanding, and quickly explained:

“I have never had any dealings with the Samsara Palace or the Divine Descent Sect. If you kill me for this crime, I am afraid I cannot comply.”

Jiang Mo knew that the Flying Immortal Master was bluffing him, so he simply played along and said:

"That's only one of the reasons we're looking for you. We respect your age, so go and call for help. If they show up within ten breaths, you can be spared the death penalty."

"I don't know any of the helpers you're talking about, human. What exactly do you want?" The old dragon spoke again, suppressing his anger.

"I will take your essence and blood, along with a few bones, to aid my descendants in their cultivation."

At this point, Jiang Mo casually reached out and grabbed at the void. A colorless vortex coiled between his five fingers, and the Heavenly Kingdom opened, easily pulling out a heavy sword that was entirely black.

"Take my blood, plunder my bones?"

Upon hearing this, the old dragon's gaze turned icy, as if it wanted to devour Jiang Mo alive. A surge of anger rushed to its head. In the past sixteen hundred years, it had never encountered such an impudent monkey who dared to humiliate it in this way.

"Or, you can die, and I'll still get it."

Jiang Mo coldly stared at it, and his body began to change noticeably. A terrifying blood aura erupted in an instant, like a live volcano burning the sky. A Qilin phantom roared, its sound echoing across the seabed for thousands of miles, causing all the demons to tremble in fear.

With the Blood-Reflected Heavens Five Mountains and the blessing of the peak of the sixth level of the Reverse Life Profound Fate, his physical body has become stronger than immeasurable.

The two masters beside him were even more shocked; the man before them was even more powerful than they had anticipated!

"..."

The old dragon stared at the lifelike phantom of the Qilin floating behind Jiang Mo, its face turning pale. Its anger was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it from head to toe. In just an instant, it felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation and oppression, with the aura of death enveloping its entire body.

Especially when he met Jiang Mo's gaze, his killing intent was completely undisguised, and he was ready to strike at any moment. The old dragon felt a chill run down its spine. Looking at the dark heavy sword, it vaguely remembered something, and its fear deepened.

The Boundless Jun, forged from stardust and as heavy as a mountain!

A hundred years before the old dragon attained enlightenment, it was just an ordinary black water serpent. At that time, a dragon was born and dominated the sea. It is said that it was later killed by a human cultivator with a single sword.

Now, history seems to be repeating itself. Old Dragon is facing Jiang Mo, who is at his peak, as if he is facing a formidable enemy. He is anxious and flustered, and for the first time, he doubts whether his physical body can withstand Xuan Zun's sword.

At this moment, the old dragon hesitated. It still had a long lifespan ahead of it. Although its physical body was gradually aging, it might still be able to break through the bottleneck before it passed away.

But if it were to fight Xuanzun at this crucial moment, even if it managed to escape the encirclement of the three masters, the injuries it would sustain would be so severe that it might never have the chance to advance any further in its life.

After a few breaths of silence, it finally relented, unwilling to give up, and chose to compromise, gritting its teeth and coldly saying:

"I can give you what you want, but I will never admit to the crimes you accuse me of!"

"Fine, deny it or not, hand over the stuff."

Jiang Mo estimated that quite a bit of time had passed. If the other party had really joined forces with the Samsara Palace and the Divine Descent Sect, they should have already shown up to ambush them.

The fact that it hadn't appeared yet, coupled with the old dragon's actions and reactions, was enough for him to conclude that this ancient demon king was not part of his plans.

"Take it and go back. I'll leave you alone and don't come back."

Old Dragon reached into his robes and took out a dark red jade bottle and a stone box containing several bones. With a casual wave of his hand, the two items flew out, swept through the void, and landed in Jiang Mo's hand.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

With two crisp clicks, Jiang Mo first opened the stone box to inspect it, then pulled out the cork, sniffed the slightly putrid demon blood that wafted towards him, and noted the pitifully small amount, and said:

"If you don't have enough supplies and keep trying to fob me off with these lousy things, I won't kill you. Instead, I'll take you back and make you a slave to guard the mountain, where you'll never be free again. I'll make you suffer day and night, and after you die, I'll refine your soul and body and turn you into a puppet, so you can never escape."

The surrounding demon kings and demons were furious upon hearing this, but they were like mute people who had lost their voices, desperately suppressing their anger, for fear that their recklessness would implicate their king.

"call out--!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound like something cutting through the air rang out, and the dark red jade bottle pierced through the seawater like a shooting star, returning to the old dragon's hand.

Jiang Mo knew that the essence blood it gave him was taken in its old age, and contained only a few tons of it. For a dragon that was thousands of meters long, it was negligible and far from meeting his requirements.

Demon kings, on the other hand, usually plan ahead. When they are in their prime, they refine their essence and blood to preserve it for future use when they are injured or to prolong their lives when they are old.

This is a powerful medicine with countless uses; it can help them recover from injuries quickly and briefly return to their peak condition.

The threatening words struck at the old dragon's sore spot. It didn't want to suffer that fate and become a prisoner, so it immediately cut to the chase, gave a stiff snort, and threw out a new blood vial with lightning speed.

"Go quickly!"

"I've given you everything you wanted!"

The old dragon was heartbroken and kept urging it on. It really didn't want to see this human anymore, and it was filled with pent-up anger that it couldn't vent.

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"Boom!"

Jiang Mo uncorked the bottle again and scanned it. The blood inside was a deep black, and the concentration of blood energy had increased several times over, amounting to tens of tons.

Even if it wasn't the essence blood extracted during its peak years, it wouldn't be too bad.

"Buzz!"

A white light flashed by, and the blood bottle disappeared without a trace. Jiang Mo put it into the storage pendant he carried with him, but he did not leave. He still stood in the sea outside the Dragon Palace, quietly gazing at the Dragon King.

"Is there anything else?"

The old dragon, intimidated by his gaze, frowned and pressed, "Human, are you going back on your word?"

"No, it's not that bad. But before I leave, I need to make sure you won't cause me any trouble at the last minute."

Jiang Mo wasn't particularly murderous, and after getting what he wanted, he had no reason to continue to make things difficult for it. However, the existence of an ancient demon king was indeed terrifying, and it could retaliate at any time after he left, and report to the Divine Descent Sect and the Samsara Palace. Therefore, he had to do something to restrain it.

Another reason is why he targeted the Ancient Demon King first, rather than directly attacking the two sects.

The masters of those top sects may be on the same level as him in terms of strength. There is a gap, but they are not at the point where he can be killed at will. Once they start fighting, it will not end for several days and nights.

Meanwhile, the ancient demon king who allied with them might turn against them or have other schemes.

Taking advantage of the civil war among the human Dao Lords, they wiped out the humans in various provinces and conquered their territories. With their capabilities, destroying a city with a population of tens of millions is not difficult; it often only takes them a single, well-prepared move.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

No matter how ruthless the people of the various sects and factions are, they may not necessarily slaughter all the humans in the Nine Provinces.

For them, the orderly arrangement of ordinary wells would bring them more benefits and could become a cradle for nurturing various innate physical qualities, so why not?

For the demon race, wiping out humanity was a necessary prerequisite for their expansion across this vast land.

Seeing that Jiang Mo was about to make a move, Old Dragon felt a strong sense of unease and, driven by instinct, entered a state of readiness to fight.

In an instant, the massive amount of demonic energy within its body was released, merging with its flesh and blood to transform into an ancient, blood-stained armor. This allowed its life level to leap dramatically, making it significantly stronger than before. It also held a blood-stained spear in its hand, its expression cold and furious, like a demon god on the verge of going berserk and out of control. Its gaze pierced through the void, locking onto Jiang Mo's figure.

"Humans, don't push your luck..."

It warned in a cautious tone that it did not want to break off relations with the other party unless absolutely necessary.

"Stay at the bottom of the sea for a while, and I will not take your life or enslave you."

After Jiang Mo finished speaking, endless Qi radiance emanated from all directions of the Dragon Palace. As the sea surged with waves, a barrier covering the Dragon Palace was created, sealing the old dragon and all the other demon kings and demons inside.

"What do you mean by this?!"

The old dragon was horrified by what he saw and angrily questioned, "This is tantamount to turning my sacred palace into a prison."

"I'll impose some restrictions on you."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mo cast another spell, and an even larger void portal appeared faintly outside the barrier, the two almost touching.

"stop!"

The old dragon roared, his eyes bulging with fury, veins popping out on his face.

"Boom!!!" The void portal was condensing at an increasingly rapid pace, but Jiang Mo ignored it. In the blink of an eye, he had already set up two backup plans. He looked at the old dragon and said:

"If you break free with all your might, you might be able to shatter the barrier. But if you attack it, your Dragon Palace will be swallowed up by the external void portal in an instant and teleported to my area. At that time, your fate will not be any better than it is now."

"That's just an excuse; you clearly want to imprison us!"

Old Long couldn't believe Jiang Mo's words and refuted them emotionally.

Just as it was about to make a move, it saw the old man in the distance, who looked like a rotting corpse, with a vast white moon hanging above his head, emanating an aura that could threaten its life, as if he was about to make a move at any moment. Another beautiful fairy, holding a flute-shaped magic instrument, was also calmly watching it.

At this moment, just before his impulsive act, the old dragon regained some composure. The three masters were indeed beings it could not contend with even if it risked its life.

"Stay in your territory for ten days, don't wander around or attack the barrier, and you won't die."

"Or, you can try it now, but the price is that I will annihilate all the demons in the Dragon Palace, including you."

When Jiang Mo uttered these words, it was as if an emperor were issuing an inviolable decree to his subjects, for those who crossed the line would be executed.

"You... don't think I'm easy to bully." The old dragon squeezed out a resentful word from his throat.

"I don't need to assume that it's true."

Jiang Mo's gaze swept over the location of the demons in the Dragon Palace. He put away the Boundless Jun sword and instantly teleported in front of the old dragon to compete with it.

"Since you're here, let me spar with you a bit, so you don't get confused and lose your sense of reality."

"Boom!!!"

This time, Old Dragon made no compromises. His eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he swung his blood spear, aiming it at Jiang Mo's head. The speed was as fast as a streak of light, and thousands of scarlet rays burst forth in an instant—it was his final, charged attack.

The entire Dragon Palace trembled violently, the seawater surged, and tens of thousands of demons, including the wounded Demon King, were utterly terrified.

"Boom!"

The deafening explosions continued, but due to the obstruction of sound transmission by the seawater, they sounded even more muffled.

What appeared before the Flying Immortal Master, the Jade Pool Master, and the demons present was a dazzling golden radiance that spread across Jiang Mo's entire body in all 360 degrees like light willow catkins, beautiful and exquisite, like fine silk that only exists in the myths of the Heavenly Palace, forming a sphere that surrounded his entire body.

Countless crimson thorns lashed out at their target, only to vanish in an instant. The golden light was unimaginably sharp; anything that approached the crimson light crumbled and disintegrated as if it had come into contact with sand in a flood.

The continuous explosions created billowing black smoke that obscured the figures of the two people, making it impossible for outsiders to see what was happening inside.

At this moment, Jiang Mo was activating one of the Five Qi Divine Powers, Blazing Light Without Blaze, which hung in front of him, forming an insurmountable defensive line.

He looked at the old dragon, whose eyes were filled with astonishment, trembling, resentment, complex emotions, anger, and fear, and reached out to attack its throat with one hand, his five fingers swirling with dazzling golden light.

The first thing Lao Long thought of wasn't using his magic weapon or his left hand to block, but to escape!

However, just as it tried to move, it found that it couldn't move at all.

The terrifying true qi surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, and one deep purple void barrier after another blocked all possible escape routes.

"clang!"

"Clang clang clang!!!"

Unable to dodge in time, the old dragon could only parry with its weapon. After colliding with the long, slender hand, it produced a piercing metallic clang. After several rounds of stalemate, cracks appeared one after another.

"?" Old Dragon was so shocked that he lost his composure.

At the same time, Jiang Mo's left hand successfully formed a hand seal, pointing directly at Lao Long's face, ready to unleash a killing move, with the aura of death bursting forth like a tsunami.

"No...!!"

"I keep my promise, I keep my promise! I'm not going anywhere!"