117: Chapter 117: Demonstrating the Sword Formation's Power in Battle Against the Poisonous Flood Dragon, Gaining Supernatural Abilities by Slaying the Demon Infant

The Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon arrived extremely fast.

Before the words had even faded, its massive body had already smashed through the rock layer at the top of the mine, carrying with it a monstrous, ink-green mist, like a moving mountain, suppressing down fiercely toward Ye Qing!

Three hideous heads opened their blood-red maws simultaneously, revealing interlocking white fangs, while six dark-red pupils burned with flames of brutality and greed.

Wherever it passed, the Spiritual Qi permeating the air was contaminated by that toxic ink-green Demonic Qi, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound.

The rocks on the walls of the mine, once touched by a trace of the poison mist, quickly turned charred and brittle, crumbling into powder.

"A Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon, it certainly has some tricks. This poison mist, I fear even an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator would have a headache for a while if they touched it."

Ye Qing quickly assessed the situation in his heart, but his figure did not retreat.

He stood in place, his robes flapping loudly in the violent demonic wind, yet his stance remained as steady as a rock.

Just as the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon was about to pounce onto his head, the moment its three blood-red maws bit down—

Ye Qing moved.

He slowly raised his right hand, pointing his fingers like a sword, and made a light slash toward the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon.

"Hunxu, sword rise."

A calm voice rang out in the empty mine.

The next moment, a silver Sword Intent, brilliant to the extreme and seemingly capable of severing the stars, sun, and moon, burst forth from Ye Qing's fingertips!

The sword light was initially no more than three feet long, but the moment it left his fingertips, it swelled in the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long silver ribbon that spanned the Void Realm!

On the ribbon flowed countless fine, star-like flickering runes, emitting a terrifying Sword Intent that cut through the Void Realm and annihilated all things!

In the six dark-red pupils of the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon, the light of brutality and greed was instantly replaced by terror!

It felt a fatal threat from that silver sword light!

"Roar—!!!"

It let out a deafening roar, and its three heads simultaneously spat out three highly condensed, differently colored poison breaths—one ink-black, one emerald-green, and one blood-red!

The three breaths intertwined, forming a massive barrier of poison that reeked of rot and corrosion, attempting to block the descending silver sword light!

However, it was useless.

That silver sword light seemed not to exist in this spatial dimension, ignoring the seemingly impenetrable poison barrier, and slashed through it gently.

"Sshhh—!!!"

A soft sound, like a sharp blade slicing through thin paper.

The poison barrier was smoothly split in two, turning into two pools of liquid that splashed weakly onto the ground, corroding two huge, smoking deep pits into the floor.

The silver sword light, its momentum undiminished, struck fiercely upon the middle head of the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon, right before its terrified eyes!

"Puchi!"

A massive, hideous dragon head soared into the sky!

Ink-green dragon blood, like a fountain, sprayed wildly from the mirror-smooth severed neck, splattering the ground and corroding it with a sizzling sound!

"Awooo—!!!"

The remaining two heads let out painful and frenzied roars simultaneously!

The Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon's massive body twisted and struggled frantically due to the intense pain and terror, its huge tail lashing out wildly, causing rubble to fly from the mine walls and shaking the very earth!

It could never have imagined that it, a dignified Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Demon King, would have one of its heads severed in a single exchange by a Human Race Cultivator who appeared to be only at the Early Stage!

"How is this possible?!"

"Early Stage... How could you be at the Early Stage?!" The remaining two heads let out a roar of combined shock and fury, their voices filled with disbelief and a hint of fear.

"Who told you that an Early Stage Cultivator cannot kill a Mid-Nascent Soul Stage one?"

Ye Qing's tone was calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He raised his hand and beckoned; the silver sword light that had severed the Poison Flood Dragon's head circled in the air, turned back into a streak of light, and landed in his hand, condensing into a solid long sword that was silver all over, shimmering with starlight.

The sword was named, Hunxu.

This was his life-bound Flying Sword, reforged after he condensed his Nascent Soul, using the core Sword Intent of the Hunxu Zhou Tian Star Sword Formation as a guide, combined with the Origin power of the Cave Heaven World.

This sword was connected to his heart and mind, and its power far exceeded ordinary Nascent Soul Magic Treasure.

"Now, can we talk properly?"

Ye Qing held the Hunxu sword, looking calmly at the remaining two heads, his tone still flat but carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Talk? Talk to your mother!"

The remaining two heads of the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon roared in rage simultaneously.

Although it had lost one head to Ye Qing's sword and its strength was greatly reduced, its ferocity was instead completely ignited.

Its massive body coiled suddenly, like a giant python, shrouding Ye Qing and the surrounding space of several dozen zhang within its attack range.

The remaining two heads, one left and one right, opened their blood-red maws simultaneously, spitting out even denser and more violent poison mist and venom!

At the same time, its tail, forged like steel and covered in barbs, also swept toward Ye Qing's waist like a poisonous Dragon, tearing through the air with a piercing sound!

This strike was its desperate, reckless, all-out counterattack!

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

Ye Qing's eyes turned slightly cold; he would hold back no longer.

The Hunxu sword in his hand vibrated gently, emitting a clear, melodious sword hum.

"Hunxu, Starfall."

As his words fell, the Hunxu sword in his hand suddenly erupted with billions of brilliant silver starlight!

This starlight, like a physical substance, condensed into countless fist-sized silver stars emitting an aura of destruction, and like a meteor shower, they bombarded the remaining two heads and the sweeping giant tail of the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon, covering the sky and earth!

"Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"

Dense explosions, like popping beans, rang out in the empty mine!

The poison mist and venom spat out by the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon were instantly evaporated and purified by the destructive star power contained within the silver stars the moment they made contact!

Its giant tail, capable of sweeping and breaking mountains, was battered by the countless silver stars, its scales cracking, flesh flying, nearly blown into a pulp of meat!

"Awooo—!!!"

The remaining two heads of the Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon let out one last desperate and shrill roar simultaneously, and under the bombardment of the endless silver stars, along with its massive body, they were completely submerged and devoured!

When all the silver starlight dissipated, the mine returned to calm.

In its place, only a huge, bottomless pit remained, along with the lingering, thick smell of blood and burnt flesh in the air.

The Three-Headed Poison Flood Dragon, along with its Demon Core and soul, had been completely pulverized by the "Hunxu · Starfall" technique, leaving not even a scrap behind.

Ye Qing retracted the Hunxu sword, looking at the huge pit, his eyebrows raised imperceptibly.

"Uh... seems I used too much force? I originally wanted to keep the corpse intact; at least I could have sold it for some Materials money. Now, it's all blown to dust."

He shook his head speechlessly, but didn't care too much.

Although the Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Demon Core and Materials were precious, they were not indispensable to him.

The Cave Heaven World had devoured the entire abandoned Spirit Stone mine, and the feedback energy was enough to make up for this loss.

He walked to the edge of the huge pit, his gaze sweeping over it, when suddenly, a faint light at the bottom of the pit caught his attention.

It was a crystal, pitch-black all over, only the size of a fingernail, shaped like a water droplet, lying quietly at the bottom of the pit, emitting a faint, cold, and eerie aura.

"Huh? This is... the 'source of poison' from that Poison Flood Dragon? It wasn't completely shattered?"

Ye Qing was somewhat surprised; he raised his hand and made a grasping motion, pulling the black crystal into his hand.

The crystal felt cold to the touch and smooth, and inside it seemed to contain a kind of extremely pure, extremely domineering toxic Law power.

"Good stuff! Although the Poison Flood Dragon was blown to dust by me, this 'source of poison' was preserved. If I refine it and integrate it into my Hunxu Yandao Scripture, it might allow my comprehension of the Dao of 'poison' to reach a higher level. I could even use it to cultivate some special poison-attribute spirit plants, or refine some life-saving poison pills and poison talismans."

He satisfactorily stored the "source of poison" into his Cave Heaven World, keeping it safe.

Then, he searched the mine carefully one more time, confirming there were no other missed treasures or hidden dangers, and only then did he leave the abandoned mine that had brought him such huge gains, feeling satisfied.

Flying out of the mine and bathing once again in the radiance of the three moons of different colors, Ye Qing felt refreshed and in a good mood.

"A Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Poison Flood Dragon is nothing much after all. It seems my Chaos Nascent Soul's battle strength is even stronger than I imagined."

He was in a great mood, even humming an unknown tune, and transformed into a streak of light, flying toward the direction of Zhenbei City.

"After I go back, I'll refine that 'source of poison' first. Then, I'll take a few more missions, earn some Spirit Stones, and by the way, continue to familiarize myself with the environment of this Realm. When the time is ripe, I can try to break through to the Mid-Nascent Soul Stage."

He calculated his future plans in his heart, his streak of light cutting through the night sky, soon disappearing into the horizon.

Inside his body, the thirty-five-thousand-zhang Cave Heaven World rumbled, the sea of stars shimmering, and the feedback of Chaos Infant Essence, like a great river, continuously nourished his Nascent Soul and Physical Body, pushing his cultivation toward a higher Realm, steadily advancing.