Yìqīng stood before the formation holding the Taiqing True Origin Sword, the blade flowing with a lustrous white moonlight that made his sharply defined profile look even more stern. Sweeping his gaze across the Demon Realm wasteland, his voice rang out like shattering ice: "The Demon Race runs rampant in the mortal world, slaughtering countless living beings. Today, my Tianxuan Sect shall act on behalf of heaven. Disciples, hear my command—follow me to eradicate the evil and kill!" Without finishing his sentence, he tapped his toe against the bluestone slab, his figure instantly transforming into a brilliant streak of light. Dragging a long golden radiance behind him, the Taiqing True Origin Sword plunged straight toward Jìn'ān like a shooting star falling to earth.
Midway through, Yìqīng flicked his wrist. The Taiqing True Origin Sword hummed and trembled violently, and thousands of slivers of sword qi burst from the blade, intertwining in midair into a dense net of swords that enveloped Jìn'ān with a sharp screech that tore the air. Jìn'ān merely let out a cold snort, his right hand gripping the spear shaking violently. The black fog at the tip of the God-Slaying Spirit- Slaughtering Spear surged abruptly, transforming in an instant into a black flood dragon over a zhang in length:
"—Flood Dragon Descends from the Sea!"
Its scales were forged from black jade, its whiskers shimmered with a dim light, and as its giant maw opened, corrosive black liquid dripped from its fan…
Chapter 311