Longevity Chronicles

Tao Qian allowed the Evil Silk to hoist him up, certainly not out of a desire to be abused.

Master Tao, after all, never confined himself to one way of slaying, capable at the Southern Yue Fragrant Meat Gathering of cutting down a group of demons with a single swing of his sword, and also could legitimately duel with that merchant demon, Liu Hongsheng.

However, he couldn't act so straightforwardly in front of Lian Yulou, the true inheritor of the Evil Sect. Tao Qian's glimpse into the secrets of Jin Mansion during that biting incident had indeed revealed some of Lian Yulou's background, but how many tricks did he really have up his sleeve?

Tao Qian thought it was best to feign weakness and wait for an opportunity to strike with a sudden killing blow.

Thus, at that moment, while he sent a telepathic message to Yunrong asking her to patiently wait, he continued to curse and shout,

"What kind of rubbish is this Red Dust Sin Sword? Come on, I'll let you hack at me, you androgynous ugly thing. If I flinch, then I'm not Jin Lin."

"And why are you standing so far away? Afraid of my moves, too cowardly to come closer?"

"People of the Evil Sect, is that all you are, a waste of space? No wonder you became a male concubine for some rebel army leader."

Having established themselves as mortal enemies, Tao Qian was far from courteous.

With sharp tongue, his words pierced like blades, striking Lian Yulou to the core right to his face.

Of course, such provocation wasn't nearly enough to drive him mad.

After all, how could the true inheritor of the Evil Sect be compared to an ordinary cultivator?

Upon hearing this, Lian Yulou's face didn't show any rage but rather another playful smile as he said:

"What a crude method of provocation."

"How could a mixed Dragon Demon like you understand the elegance of the Evil Sect's magic skills?"

"Afraid of your moves? Hahaha... I'll stand right in front of you and execute you with a lingering death. What can you do about it?"

"You're merely a Bo Dragon, thinking you're something because of a trace of your lineage, not realizing that to some stronger beings, you're just an ant to be trampled and slaughtered at will. Your blood, your marrow, your Dragon Ball, your dragon liver, are merely bait for others to fish with."

"It so happens I was worried about not having a gift to give at Prince Zhao Mansion; your flesh and Life Soul would be most appropriate."

"Let me slice you piece by piece, arrange you on a plate, and prepare a dish of Silver Dragon Sashimi as a gift for Zhu Qi, Huang Chong, and others to taste."

In the midst of this talk, Lian Yulou's body flickered, and in the next moment, he appeared directly in front of Tao Qian.

He had called Tao Qian's provocation clumsy, yet he took the bait on his own, clearly seeing Tao Qian as a weakling he could toy with at will.

It was quite normal. A true inheritor of the Evil Sect, who had cultivated for generations and was nearing Great Perfection, not to mention the friendship with Huang Chong, one of the Alchemist Saint Children, would hardly regard a mixed blood Bo Dragon.

Still dressed in that flirtatious red wedding gown, he stood in front of Tao Qian, casually grasping a Red Dust Sin Sword and aiming straight for Tao Qian's dragon eyes to gouge them out.

Clearly, Lian Yulou was angry after all.

The first sword of the lingering death aimed to take Tao Qian's eyes, as a symbol of his blindness.

But in that instant, the Bo Dragon that Tao Qian had become suddenly let out a Dragon Roar, and its enormous body suddenly struggled violently. An immense burst of thunder exploded, and a surge of rainbow light surged forth, actually allowing him to momentarily break free from the Evil Silk's constraints. His ferocious dragon head lunged forward to bite at Lian Yulou, a gleaming Dragon Ball shining brightly in its mouth.

If he couldn't bite, he would crush.

Who would have expected that Lian Yulou would have anticipated this? He just smirked and showed an expression of "Is that all?"

With a flick of his hand, double the number of Evil Silk strands fell down, hoisting Tao Qian up again. The Red Dust Sin Swords showed no mercy, stabbing him all over amid his wails, turning him into a porcupine-like dragon. Even a Magic Sword glinting with Evil Light pierced directly through the dragon's mouth, pinning it in mid-air.

Unable to even let out a wail, Tao Qian could only moan painfully as fresh red tears flowed.

Lian Yulou, sword in hand, approached cautiously and began slicing Tao Qian's flesh, chiding as he cut,

"Dragon Demons like you, who bully those Loose Cultivators without any foundation or take advantage of sneak attacks to kill already seriously injured cultivators, might get by."

"In the face of real power, you're just a little Snake."

"Don't rush, don't rush. In just half an hour, I'll make sure my cuts are gentle. You wouldn't want your dragon gall to burst from fright, spoiling this uniquely delicious Dragon Meat."

At this moment, had there been a mirror before Lian Yulou,

he would have been able to appreciate that eerily gentle and immensely twisted expression for himself.

Practitioners of the Evil Sect are all madmen.

One of the iron laws of the Cultivation World!

But Tao Qian had already witnessed his madness back in Jin Mansion, and now remained completely unmoved.

The act he had just played out had apparently hit its mark.

Being cut into pieces, very painful indeed.

But to completely lower Lian Yulou's guard, it was worth it.

Tao Qian had already confirmed with his cultivator's intuition that the bridal-clad Lian Yulou, standing perilously close, was indeed the true body and not some illusion.

With that certainty, the woeful cries of Tao Qian suddenly stopped.

His dragon eyes abruptly looked up, locking eyes with Lian Yulou, who was cutting his flesh. But this time, there was no fear or panic in Tao Qian's gaze.

It was a look of indifference, as if he were staring at a dead man.

Before Lian Yulou could react, the Silent Divine Thunder that had been lurking around him from the moment they'd met suddenly exploded without warning.

What is a thunderstorm?

At that moment, Heavenly Mother Mountain experienced a thunderstorm.

An inconceivable surge of thunder burst forth, countless blazing white serpents and Thunder Pythons churning and stacking, erupting endlessly.

Even though Lian Yulou was at Perfect Transcend Mortality and skilled in numerous Evil Sect Divine Skills,

his Evil Light protective shield was supposed to be invincible against All Techniques.

But as one of Spirit Treasure Sect's most treacherous Thunder Skills, Silent Divine Thunder wasn't just hidden; its Power was equally astonishing.