Chapter 417: 229. The Weird King Zhu Paolong
To ascend the Path of Supreme Bliss together?
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan’s first reaction was silent speechlessness.
Next, he was utterly dumbfounded.
What the hell?
Now even pigs are getting ideas about me?
...
He felt somewhat irritable.
Being fancied by the likes of Tian Liuli and Lin Qingque was one thing.
Being fancied by a Zhu Paolong was definitely not a good thing.
“Hmph—woo woo!”
Xue Lin, with bristling fur and a glimmer of killing intent in her eyes, swished her tail gently, making a threatening growl from her throat.
Zhu Paolong was unconcerned, appearing more majestic than the one Xu Yuan and the others had encountered before.
It hummed softly, and in the endless darkness, pairs after pairs of pupils slowly lit up, their red glow illuminating the surroundings.
A sea of red light, like the blooms on the other shore, spread dazzlingly, taking root all around them.
Xu Yuan looked on expressionlessly at this scene, while secretly, his fingertips fluttered like dancing butterflies, forming one seal gesture after another in silence.
General Zhu Paolong sensed the gathering of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power but didn’t pay much attention to it.
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Or rather, in the presence of so many of its kin, it didn’t believe that the opponent had any chance to turn the tables.
“Human boy, just surrender yourself quietly.”
It blew a gust from its nostrils, its skin turned inside out, exposing its ghastly green fangs, and a grin appeared: “Being favored by my king is your good fortune.”
“Go to hell!”
Before Xu Yuan could speak, Xue Lin, unable to hold back any longer, lashed out with a swath of claw wind that tore through space, hurtling towards him.
General Zhu Paolong snorted coldly and stomped its hoof violently on the ground.
A cloud of dust danced in the air, raising a wall of earth in front of it.
This move also showcased its strength.
Primordial Spirit Early Stage!
Xu Yuan frowned slightly.
If the opponent was at the Primordial Spirit Early Stage, didn’t that mean at the very least, that Zhu Paolong, which it called king, was also at or above that level?
He hadn’t expected this so-called Zhu Paolong race to be more troublesome than he imagined.
But it made sense, given that they were a Demon Beast clan with ancestors who were said to have successfully transcended during the Mahayana catastrophe.
An Yulan was also frowning.
She hadn’t expected that being transported to a place so casually would result in them encountering such a difficult creature.
“Miss An, I need you to help me gather these creatures.”
Gather creatures?
An Yulan was slightly startled, turning to look at him, and nodded gently.
She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, her breath flowing long and gentle.
The next moment, she opened her eyes, her long hair spreading with the shaking of her inner breath, her apricot eyes wide open, exhaling turbid air, and a cold light blossomed.
Her jade hand wielded the sword lightly, moving gracefully as if dancing, the sword light transforming into the cold moon, slowly emerging.
And at that moment, as the cold moon appeared.
General Zhu Paolong felt an immense chill in his heart, as if being frozen by frost.
It raised its hooves high and dropped them fiercely, its nostril making a proud hum.
Whist!
The cold moon sword light swept past, and the originally solid earth wall silently disintegrated, turning into dust that floated down gently.
At that moment, sharp earth pillars thrust upwards from the ground, gripping the sword light firmly.
Xu Yuan, who was watching the battle, breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been worried that if An Yulan couldn’t exert enough pressure on the opponent to gather many creatures, what should he do since Nine Heavens Fiend, despite its great power, was still a stretch to annihilate such a large area of Demon Beasts.
But now, it seemed there was no need to worry.
However, these Demon Beasts from the Underground Palace, the Zhu Paolong, turned out to be much weaker than he had anticipated.
Not to mention their lack of Divine Skills, even their understanding of Daoist Magic was superficial.
Although Demon Beasts are skilled in physical combat, it was clear this one only had its physical strength.
It could be said to be the weakest Primordial Spirit he had ever seen.
Probably only the True Person of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion he had seen before could compete with it for that title.
An Yulan seemed to have also noticed this, her delicate fingers caressed the blade, sliding down along the spine of the sword, and as her vermilion lips touched it, the sound of her voice, like jade clashing, echoed: “Crescent Moon Sword Chant.”
In the dark cavern, the Taoist-Robe Girl stroked her sword as she chanted lightly.
Through the mist, a silver moon emerged before everyone’s eyes.
The song was ethereal and lingering, as if coming from the thin blade-like crescent moon itself.
As the eerie sword chant carried on, General Zhu Paolong’s expression changed drastically, his already ugly face twisting into an even more ferocious and frightening appearance.
An Yulan’s demeanor remained cold and indifferent.
What Xu Yuan could discern, she naturally also understood.
That’s why she deliberately chose a soul-attacking spell.
If it had been a regular Daoist Magic, General Zhu Paolong might have withstood it with its robust physical strength, but not attacks against the soul.
Xu Yuan watched with envy.
A Holy Maiden like An Yulan from the core of a Sect was indeed different, highly competent in all aspects of combat.
Although the Nine Heavens Fiend he practiced also had the soul-targeting Soul-Separating Wind, it was merely an adjunct to the main power.
Under the influence of the Crescent Moon Sword Chant, General Zhu Paolong felt an unbearable pressure in its head, its mind throbbing with severe pain. It violently shook its head, and its hard scales struck the ground, sparking countless sparks.
Yet even so, it couldn’t stop the pain as if a rod was being plunged into its brain and ruthlessly stirred around.
“Roar!”
It let out a low roar.
With this roar echoing, countless responding roars also sounded in the darkness.
“Roar!!!”
Hundreds of roars converged like streams into rivers, forming a singular force as loud as mountains collapsing and seas churning.