Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 463 - 412 Sea Dragon Physical Refinement

Chapter 463: Chapter 412 Sea Dragon Physical Refinement

"Seeking death."

The black ship descended heavily.

A giant man with a broad mouth and round eyes, standing over three meters tall, already generated fierce winds as he appeared in front of Zhou Ping’an.

This person, either out of arrogance or haste, hadn’t expected his attack to fail and, right under his eyelids, Zhou Ping’an had ruthlessly decapitated Longmu Camp Master Ba Longmu.

Stepping out of his boat, he reached out with his left hand, drawing in the yuan qi of the surrounding space; the void and sea water seemed to gather in his palm as he grasped.

Zhou Ping’an moved, feeling his body become unreal and floaty, a tremendous suction force emanating from that palm, and even more so, the huge surging waves pushing him forward from behind.

’I must not be caught; once trapped, with yuan qi as vast as mountains and seas, it might be difficult to resist.’

Since his opponent could with a cold snort draw a massive amount of Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity, locking up the space around him...

Zhou Ping’an had already guessed that this Southern Scale Demon Chief was probably not just simple Heaven-Man Sensitivity.

To have carved out such a grand name, terrorizing the region, and yet no one had tried to slay the demon and behead this old crocodile, it was very likely that he had Open Divine Aperture and refined his True Form, a high-level True Martial Realm expert.

Indeed, this fellow’s move was a killing technique.

Reaching out to grasp.

Pulling the qi of the surroundings, he wielded a right hand with immense strength.

Especially atop the Li River, this vast river seemed to obey his commands, fluctuating with his thoughts and turning into waves.

Trapping him firmly within.

Zhou Ping’an grew stronger in the face of strength.

Far from feeling fear, his spirit grew even more exhilarated.

Heavenly Sword King Chengtian, known as a grandmaster, with Thunder God Blade at the stage of Heaven-Man Sensitivity, was nothing but that.

So, what about a True Martial Realm Body Refinement expert who was fundamentally different above him?

Zhou Ping’an was keen to find out.

Besides, even if he didn’t want to, it was of no use.

It was clearly too late to retreat now.

At this moment, he collected his thoughts and energy, his Blood Essence boiling, his spirit lively like beads, and everything around him seemed to slow down, allowing him to see the palm slowly reaching out, compressing the surrounding yuan qi into a crystalline form like a tiny snake-dragon, hiding infinite mighty power within.

With sharp eyes, Zhou Ping’an noticed immediately upon its appearance that what seemed like a mere ripple was initially a phantom; then, it seemed to sprout flesh and blood, transforming abruptly into the formidable ruler of the sea, the Sea Dragon, with flaring fangs and claws.

The small Sea Dragon’s eyes faintly gleamed with blood light, seemingly coming to life, imbued with intellect.

’Once it bursts forth, the entire Li River might be shaken until its waters flow in reverse.’

Zhou Ping’an’s heart slightly chilled.

He finally glimpsed a trace of the mystery of the True Martial Realm.

After the Martial Intent Reaching God, next was Refining Qi into Spirit, Refining Body into Truth.

This Old Crocodile naturally had inadequate innate qualities, but he also had great ambitions, grand dreams.

Garnering all bodily qi, harnessing Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity, refining into the true form of Sea Dragon.

Though it was just a small "Sea Dragon" the size of a chopstick, the power and majesty it contained far surpassed Ba Longmu dozens of times.

It gave Zhou Ping’an a discomforting feeling of being suppressed from a higher position.

Even when facing this dark shadow, multiple times he nearly swung his blade to strike and multiple times he held back the thought.

Mental influence, bloodline suppression.

Power overwhelming, possessing miraculous abilities.

Zhou Ping’an quickly discerned the opponent’s slight details and decided not to engage further.

His body’s Sixth Level Lotus Body suddenly burst forth with full force, releasing eighteen times the power, all 131 pieces of his Starry Bone glowing brightly.

One Slash fell.

Calming Waves of the Four Seas.

Sword Light piled like heavy mountains, heavily striking the extending palm. The Old Crocodile’s eyes revealed a hint of derision, suddenly intensifying his force to push forward with his palm.

Boom...

The Sea Dragon Palm Imprint transformed into a massive Void Form, roaring and wailing as it swept across all directions.

Waves of power destroyed more than a dozen boats, totem warriors fell like rain, plunging into the river.

There were easily over a thousand people, who, before hitting the water, already had their internal organs explosively ruptured, bodies shattered beyond repair.

For a moment, the river turned completely red.

Zhou Ping’an felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, hurled a hundred meters back, lightly touched the water surface, spat a mouthful of fresh blood, and again landed ashore, darting towards a nearby forest.

Meanwhile, the Old Crocodile, clearly unable to control his body, had a deep gash on his left palm, extending from the tiger’s mouth along the edge, blood dripping profusely.

Taking a deep breath, he finally stabilized his violently shaking body.

"Good fella, just a mere petty thief, a junior, and yet he managed to injure me?"

The Old Crocodile retreated ten meters, barely coming to his senses, dumbfoundedly looking at his palm, and let out a fierce roar...

"Try to escape to the ends of the earth, and I’ll still slay you."

He truly was enraged.

Previously encountering that female Taoist was just a bit of trouble; she was just extremely annoying, and when she couldn’t fight, she only knew to flew into the sky and escape.

Couldn’t kill her, but also couldn’t injure himself.

This was the first time he’d been injured since leaving the Southern Marsh.

The old crocodile’s eyes flashed fiercely as he felt a strange and stubborn power in his left palm, a sharp qi drilling into his blood vessels, anger swelling in his heart.

Since that old monkey had seized his lifeline, forcing him to mobilize all the water demons under his command to invade Guangyun, resentment had been seething inside him.

Anyone dragged from their den to be beaten and hammered, then shackled and forced into labor, would be unhappy.

Yet, no matter the circumstances, when facing those he couldn’t afford to provoke, he naturally knew he had to keep a low profile, a lesson he had understood since he was just a small crocodile.

Though reluctant, he didn’t see this invasion as a significant matter.

On the contrary, after pushing eastwards with the current, feasting daily on fresh blood food and absorbing the spiritual mechanisms around him, he realized his cultivation was increasing at a frenzied pace.

From dissatisfaction to satisfaction, the old crocodile was taking things more seriously.

More importantly, he found the flesh and blood of these Central Plains people contained an odd essence, which aided his understanding of laws and could help his descendants regress toward their ancestral form.

The stronger the person’s blood, the greater its catalytic effect.

Looking back at the black ship and glancing at a giant egg bobbing in the Blood Pool, the old crocodile hesitated for a while before his body transformed into a fierce wind, closely pursuing Zhou Ping’an ashore.

Moreover, he drew the "Silver-Horned Shears" from his back.

The scissors, forged from the twin horns of a formidable enemy—the Great Silver Python—were incredibly powerful and could gather moisture from all directions.

Even with his fierce demonic body, getting snipped would mean being cut into two.

Having been careless earlier and injured his palm, the old crocodile was now truly enraged and decided to fight for real.

Before he could reach the bottom of the mountain,

the distant fleet behind him was struck by another wave of misery as boats were destroyed and totem warriors and marine creatures were massacred by flying sword light, dispersing clouds of blood mist.

"It’s you again, you wretched girl..."

Fuming with rage, the old crocodile saw Zhou Ping’an’s retreating figure and heard the clear laughter resembling tinkling bells behind him, as he saw Sword Wings flashing, swiftly approaching his black ship.

"Not good."

Sometimes making a choice was difficult, especially when torn between options.

But no matter the difficulty, the old crocodile decided to protect his offspring.

Enemies could always be killed later.

But his own progeny must never be harmed.

Moreover, this army had to be preserved as messing up the old monkey’s big plans might cost him his life.

Chilled to the bone by this thought, the old crocodile turned back ferociously wielding the Silver-Horned Shears, and plunged back into the water.

"Old crocodile, last time you harmed me, now let’s see if you come out round and whole."

Wearing a fishtail crown and clad in a snow-white feathered robe, the woman was arrogantly defiant.

Seeing the old crocodile returning, she didn’t retreat; instead, her body flickered, and her Sword Wings turned into two spinning wheels of light that shot into the sky.

She pivoted mid-air like a diving osprey.

A streak of sword light, spinning like a wheel, became thousands of sword lights that powerfully slashed downward.

"Last time, I spared you, and yet you dare come again."

The old crocodile’s eyes were full of murderous intent, preparing this time to fight up close.

It had been the same last time; although endlessly strong and having refined his form, his offensive power had a clear advantage. But the opponent was too slippery, fleeing into the river at the first sign of trouble, giving him no chance to pursue.

He couldn’t make the same mistake again.

With the shears slightly trembling in his hands, poised for action, he stirred up layers of waves, successfully blocking all the sword qi.

After wiping out thousands of sword streaks, he didn’t wait for Yu Changsheng’s follow-up attack. He didn’t even see him land, but saw him turn into a sword, skimming far above the water.

The sword light passed.

Dozens of water demons were simultaneously shredded to pieces.

Who knew how many swords she had swung in that instant?

"Hmph, you think I was going to fight you head-on, you think I’m foolish?"

Yu Changsheng wrinkled her little nose, anxiety flickering in her eyes as she looked toward the western shore where Zhou Ping’an had vanished, then darted toward the eastern shore and disappeared into the forest.

Leaving the old crocodile trembling with rage but helpless.

He looked from the east bank to the west, finally stopping his movements, collapsing a wooden boat with a palm strike, then turned to return to his black ship, sinking into the bloodied waters, quietly gazing at the sinking and floating giant egg garlanded with golden patterns.

Only then did his eyes become slightly tender and loving.

The fleet sailed straightforward with the current.

Though still immense and powerful,

the two consecutive attacks had greatly undermined their military spirit.

Especially the first attack when even Ba Longmu, Fortress Chief of Longmu Camp, had his head cut off.

Such blows made everyone in Longmu Camp almost consider turning back. They had to send soldiers in all directions after advancing ten li, wary of each step forward. Just a stretch of river took them an entire afternoon to traverse, fearing some powerful being might emerge to decimate them once again.

Even the Southern Scale Demon Chief couldn’t prevent the enemy from killing and escaping.

What hope did they have?

They just hoped that upon reaching their destination, after invading Pinghu, they could devour more blood food, plant the Demon Flag, and worship the Demon Venerable, then they would naturally come to safety.

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Seeking a Monthly Pass.