Above the Great Dao

Qing Yang was furious, and suddenly threw down the True Martial Evil Extermination Sword. The Immortal Sword slipped down, trailing rosy clouds as it fell into the valley.

Qing Yang pulled out his own horns. The horns were like knives, one in front of him, one behind. He squatted with bent knees, looked up to the sky, and shouted: "Jing Hong, come on! Battle with the ancestor, let me witness your so-called Immortal Body!"

The shining lights in the air suddenly paused. The cicada wings behind Jing Hong vibrated and suddenly accelerated, charging towards him!

"Please enlighten me, ancestor!"

Qing Yang roared. His twin knives danced through the air, racing towards Jing Hong!

"Boom!"

Within the uncontrollable thunderclouds, flashes of lightning filled the sky, illuminating two figures—one large and one small. Qing Yang and Jing Hong collided beneath the thunderclouds, engaged in battle. The knife light split open the dense thunderclouds, with moonlight pouring through, only to be blocked once again by the heavy clouds!

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Lightning struck down, with torrential rain pouring onto the mountains.

Chen Shi looked up, nervously watching the battle. Suddenly, the raindrops turned crimson—it was blood mixed with rainwater pouring down.

And beneath the thunderclouds, the rapidly moving strong bodies and the erratic figures made it impossible for him to tell who was injured!

Chen Shi stood in the blood rain and suddenly realized that around him, people were all in the midst of transformation!

Lightning struck, illuminating Taihua Mountain.

On the mountain, there were skins shed from people everywhere!

Chen Shi cried out loudly: "Black Pot! Black Pot!"

However, Black Pot did not respond to him.

This big black dog had not returned from the underworld for a long time.

Chen Shi's eyes shot mystical light, penetrating Yin Yang, and he saw Black Pot.

One Black Pot after another.

Various Huo Dou, standing at the foot of Taihua Mountain in the underworld.

Those were the skins shed by Black Pot time and again.

Black Pot couldn't escape the influence of Jing Hong, the Sect Leader!

Chen Shi gritted his teeth and ran towards the direction where the True Martial Evil Extermination Sword had fallen.

I must find this Immortal Sword!

I must find it!

He didn't have the power to kill Jing Hong and save everyone, but the True Martial Evil Extermination Sword did!

He recalled where Qing Yang had thrown down the Immortal Sword.

Chen Shi dashed straight towards the True Martial Evil Extermination Sword, was about to reach the Immortal Sword when suddenly with a loud bang, Qing Yang's robust body pinned down Jing Hong, the Sect Leader, descended from the sky. His left horn stabbed into Jing Hong's chest, crashing into the nearby valley!

Qing Yang swung the knife in his right hand backward, with a slash sound, severed Jing Hong's aged white head.

He roared to the sky, covered in scales and bruises, with wounds across his body—his injuries were unimaginably severe.

Chen Shi was simultaneously shocked and delighted; they had won!

Qing Yang had won in close combat against Jing Hong!

"Uncle Qing Yang is indeed strong!"

He was elated. If Uncle Qing Yang hadn't died and become an Evil Spirit, they surely would have killed Jing Hong more swiftly!

Qing Yang staggered, leaning on his sheep horn to avoid falling, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Young Daoist, I watched you grow up, how could I not handle you?" He exhaled a breath, relaxing.

At this moment, the sound of something breaking through air came, behind Jing Hong's headless corpse, tendrils of bloody flesh flew out, piercing the void, suspending Jing Hong's body in the air.

Chen Shi and Qing Yang were shocked, only to hear the skin-cracking sound, making their scalps tingle.

"Thanks to the ancestor, I can transform once more."

The voice of Jing Hong came from behind his corpse, and a new Jing Hong slowly pulled out a head from the chest cavity, without skin, staring at them.

"I am a step closer to a true immortal!"