Chapter 1187: Chapter 739: Fallen God Bell (Part 2)
Ripple was slightly startled; this kind of poison was indeed frightening. Her Sword Intent condensed into a Hongyi Sword, lightly touching the sweeping Poison Fang Whip.
Ripple executed the sword with a precise angle and strength, striking at the least resistant middle section of the Poison Fang Whip. The power in the whip was broken, the whip went limp, and immediately lost its threat.
Seizing the opportunity, Ripple advanced with Sword Control. Aqua-colored Sword Light unfolded, enveloping the Poison Dragon heavily.
For the first time, the Poison Dragon faced such exquisite Swordsmanship, the demons, despite their mastery of martial skills, couldn’t compare to Ripple’s Swordsmanship.
With one wrong move, he immediately fell into a disadvantage, forced back step by step.
The Poison Dragon could only rely on the whip’s intense and vicious poison, abandoning defense and desperately countering at crucial moments, barely holding on.
The watching demons understood clearly; at this rate, Poison Dragon wouldn’t last long.
The Golden Ape King stared in disbelief; tormented by Ripple to the point he wished for death, he despised Ripple intensely. He only thought to break free from Gao Xuan’s restraint and kill Ripple.
He could never have imagined that the seemingly delicate Ripple wielded such strong Swordsmanship. Truth be told, were he to fight her, Ripple would likely overpower him.
Realizing this, the Golden Ape King felt even more discouraged. He didn’t even have the heart to mock the Poison Dragon.
Now the situation for the Poison Dragon was dire, the space was small in the hall, forcing the Poison Dragon to retreat continuously, leaving no room for him to maneuver.
Feeling desperate, Poison Dragon seized several nearby demons and tossed them at Ripple. If Ripple’s Sword Light paused slightly, he could catch his breath.
The demons hurled out were terrified, they hadn’t anticipated watching the commotion could be so dangerous. Before they could cry out, Water-colored Sword Light descended, shredding them into pieces.
The bloody scene frightened the surrounding onlooking demons into a frenzied escape.
The commotion, however fascinating, cannot surpass one’s survival.
Moreover, those demons, despite their thick hide, were like tofu under Ripple’s Swordsmanship. No matter how bold, no demon dared to watch any longer.
The Poison Dragon, sensing danger, hurriedly retreated. His lower body had already transformed into a serpentine form, swaying his tail unpredictably, making it unclear which direction he intended to escape.
Ripple paid no mind to such tricks, her sword aimed directly at the Poison Dragon’s heart. Regardless of his retreat, within the Sword Light’s range, he couldn’t outrun her.
The Poison Fang Whip in Poison Dragon’s hand was swept away by Sword Light again; Poison Dragon had no choice but to swing his tail fiercely at Ripple. His tail was several zhangs long, sweeping across like a wall.
The gust stirred by the tail shattered chairs, benches, cups, plates, and chopsticks in the hall.
The vast hall appeared on the brink of being smashed by that swinging tail. Meanwhile, Golden Light runes simultaneously shone on the hall’s walls, suppressing the Poison Dragon’s stirred demonic power entirely.
Ripple intended to use her Body Technique to evade the Poison Dragon’s tail, but the hall’s array restriction power greatly suppressed her, causing her Body Technique to stall, and the enormous tail swept towards her.
Ripple’s eyes turned cold, her longsword slashing swiftly, the massive black snake tail was directly cut into two segments. Black-red toxic blood spurted out.
Despite his tail being severed, Poison Dragon finally caught his breath. To him, as long as his head remained, other parts could rapidly regenerate, thus the tail’s severing was insignificant.
With this opportunity, Poison Dragon finally managed to activate the Fallen God Bell. This Magical Treasure was powerful, but troublesome to activate since it wasn’t his own.
Initially, Poison Dragon hadn’t anticipated Ripple was this formidable, pressing him to the point of suffocation, having no time to activate the Magical Treasure despite possessing it.
The Fallen God Bell was a pair of copper bells tied together; Poison Dragon shook the copper bells, producing a crisp dinging sound.
Hearing the bell, Ripple was momentarily dazed. Although her Sword Intent was extremely pure, her Divine Soul wasn’t particularly resilient.
A born Spiritual Life, more susceptible to injury from Divine Soul Spiritual Artifacts.
Seizing the moment, Poison Dragon without hesitation swung the Poisonous Whip. Disheveled by Ripple, he was already forced to reveal his vicious nature.
Presented with such an opportunity, he wouldn’t hold back.
Seeing this, the Golden Ape King’s eyes narrowed. He hoped Poison Dragon would kill Ripple, thereby avenging his great grievance, while Gao Xuan would come out to deal with Poison Dragon.
However, with Gao Xuan present, Poison Dragon likely wouldn’t be able to harm Ripple.
The Golden Ape King held deep reverence for Gao Xuan’s Divine Techniques. He believed Gao Xuan was more formidable than Shi Wanqiu, at least in terms of Magic and Divine Techniques being superior.
Shi Wanqiu, watching through the Water Mirror, ceased drinking. He too wanted to observe how this Daoist would handle the Fallen God Bell.
To Shi Wanqiu’s surprise, Gao Xuan didn’t act. Instead, the Ice Soul did.
Suddenly slipping out a hand, the Ice Soul pointed, the Ultimate Yin and Cold Ice Soul Sword Intent completely froze the entire hall.
The resonating sound of the Fallen God Bell left solidified ripples within the Ice Cold Sword Qi.
In the Ice Soul Sword Intent Domain of Ultimate Yin and Cold, sounds, Primordial Qi, and even Divine Soul were frozen.
The Poison Dragon, having survived the eighteen heavens tribulation, couldn’t avoid being frozen by the Ice Soul Sword Intent.
The Poison Dragon’s deep cultivation immediately responded; realizing life was at stake, he dared not hesitate, intending to reveal his true form.
At this juncture, he no longer sought to harm the enemy, only to protect himself. As for the Peace Inn or the spectating demons, he had no intent to care.
Just as the Poison Dragon was about to reveal his true form, Water-colored Sword Blade gleamed brilliantly, piercing directly into his heart. The agile and sharp Sword Intent sliced the Poison Dragon’s Divine Soul in two.
The Poison Dragon shrieked once, immediately losing breath. The Fallen God Bell in his hand transformed into a Golden Light, soaring skyward.
