Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 604 - 73 What’s the point of having it?! [Happy New Year!] _1

Chapter 604: Chapter 73 What’s the point of having it?! [Happy New Year!] _1

"Now could be a time for reckoning."

Sword Saint Eight Elder Li observed with crossed arms. Despite his disciples being eliminated, he didn’t mind. Having roamed the martial world for hundreds of years, he had seen his fair share of surges and ebbs, and the gains and losses of a conference had long ceased to affect him.

Unless, like with Shu Mountain, where for several years in a row they fell in the second round, people of this level generally didn’t lose heart when their disciples were expelled. This just means they could now calmly enjoy the spectacle.

"Despite the vicious battles that Xu Ziyang has been through, although his Qi Sea is damaged and he is severely wounded, his Essence and Spirit is currently in peak condition. Now is the time to display his sword in the face of the enemy and strengthen his Taoist heart. If he stops here due to minor calculations, it would be a waste of a golden opportunity. We swordsmen say, ’Sword Qi is easy to obtain, Sword Heart is hard to attain.’ A chance like this to polish the Sword Heart might only come once in a lifetime."

"However, doing this might miss the chance to advance by default," said Immortal Jiuyi nonchalantly, "If Chu Liang and Jiang Yuebai had engaged in a war of attrition, there was still hope of defeating Yang Shenlong."

"What, you don’t have faith in your own disciple?" Eight Elder Li laughed, "Can’t Li Guanlong win?"

"There’s hope," Immortal Jiuyi nodded, "But it’s quite slim."

"Oh?" Eight Elder Li was rather puzzled.

He was just joking around, as no one would seriously believe that Li Guanlong could actually beat Yang Shenlong. But looking at Immortal Jiuyi’s expression, could it be that Li Guanlong had some hidden trump card that could let him win?

...

Gazes fell on the light screen above, where the duel of the two dragons had just begun.

Normally at this stage, disciples of the Immortal Sect would accelerate to win in order to secure a chance for a bye. However, Yang Shenlong, probably having heard that the other two were disciples from Shu Mountain, assumed Xu Ziyang would surrender, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

"Brother Li." He greeted first.

"Brother Yang." Li Guanlong returned the greeting politely. Their personal relations weren’t deep, only that Misty Mountain and Penglai had good relations for many years, so they both maintained politeness. He smiled and said, "Since I have met you, it seems my journey will end here."

"Brother Li is too modest," replied Yang Shenlong, his eyes lighting up with golden flames. A muffled sound echoed through the surrounding air.

It was as if something had shattered.

Li Guanlong let out a sheepish laugh, "So you’ve discovered my little trick."

It turned out he had attempted to quietly lure Yang Shenlong into a dream state, which had been perceived by the latter. The difference in cultivation between the realms was a significant gap in Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

"It seems impossible to defeat you with common means, I can only give it my all," said Li Guanlong as his smile faded and his tone became serious.

One can only partake in the Immortal Sect conference once in a lifetime, everyone comes with the intention to win. Facing possibly the strongest opponent in Yang Shenlong, Li Guanlong also committed his full energy, no longer being so casual.

He had prepared a final trump card specifically for this Immortal Sect conference.

However, this trump card could only be used once during a period of time, so he had been trying to avoid going all-out in battle. But now facing Yang Shenlong, there was no way around it.

It’s either win or go home.

Li Guanlong began a series of hand seals, his eyes closed, and he calmed down.

"Is he really going to fall asleep right in front of Yang Shenlong?"

The audience didn’t expect such an absurd occurrence at the Imperial City Battle, instead waiting quietly for the developments. However, his peers from Misty Mountain began to worry knowing that their Eldest Senior Brother was indeed capable of such a thing.

He had one major Divine Skill that allowed him to enter dream states at any time, anywhere.

Thankfully, it was not the case this time.

The moment Li Guanlong closed his eyes, golden light began to swirl at his feet. Fine golden wires swiftly spun around and engulfed his body.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a golden cocoon!

Picking up on the sudden change, Yang Shenlong swooped in the moment Li Guanlong began his Divine Skill. His three-foot-long Jade Dragon Bone weapon shot forth, attempting to pierce the Golden Cocoon before it was fully closed.

Yet the countless golden threads wound around it, exerting a dizzying, eerie force. He pulled back immediately, barely managing to avoid being invaded by that force.

But during this breather, the golden cocoon had been fully formed.

Yang Shenlong plucked some air with his left hand and once again launched an attack. Instantly, dust rose and stones flew about as a massive dragon claw descended from the sky, slamming onto the golden cocoon.

Bang-

The cocoon was smacked by the blow, half of it embedded in the wall.

However, that was all there was to it. The golden threads were made of unknown material that only flickered and shimmered, showing no signs of damage.

Yang Shenlong’s eyes narrowed, hand signs changing, the jade Dragon Bone in his right hand once again radiated an astonishingly bright light, as if thousands of stars had gathered in one place.

Whoosh-

The cultivation he manifested at that instant was frightening, clearly indicating that he had made significant progress since the last time at the Hundred Sects Competition!

Whoosh-

In the blink of an eye, the jade dragon bone in his palm was thrust directly into the golden cocoon.

Hot, golden blood oozed from the crack, and then the golden cocoon began emitting clanking sounds, gradually cracking along the wound.

A figure reappeared.

Li Guanlong was enveloped in a layer of golden light, his eyes remained closed, but his body started to move. The jade dragon bone was lodged in his shoulder. He grabbed hold of it with one hand, ignoring the stream of blood, and yanked it out with an audible force.

Yang Shenlong could make no headway, he retreated into the air once more.