Venerable Supreme of Myriad Dragons

At that moment, Yuwen Wuji, trapped beneath the Venerable Dharma Seal, roared in fury, "Feihe! Mingxuan! He’s just a kid who’s barely entered the Spirit Transformation Realm! Can’t the two of you handle him together?"

Wang Mingxuan turned to look, a little embarrassed. But then he thought, ’Yuwen Wuji is a master of the Earth Profound Realm, and isn’t he also pinned down by a single Magical Treasure?’

"This kid’s Cultivation Technique is just too bizarre. Don’t fight him head-on."

Wang Mingxuan suddenly shouted, raising two fingers and spitting out a series of Mantras, "Formless Heaven and Earth, Shadowless Daoist Skill—Trap!"

Instantly, the Money Spear scattered, turning into massive copper coins. The coins then began to spin, forming a long wall of money that transformed into a stream of light, surrounding Shen Daoxing.

Seeing this, Wu Feihua also understood. "Go!"

With a soft cry, a shimmering purple-gold rope shot out. It became a purple blur, reaching Shen Daoxing in an instant and wrapping around his body again and again, binding him tightly.

Seeing that he had successfully bound Shen Daoxing, Wu Feihua smirked. "Hmph. No matter how bizarre your methods are, you’re still just at the early Spirit Transformation Realm. What power could you possibly have? Die!"

He then let out a great shout, shot up from the ground, and swung his dark broadsword, unleashing a blade aura that seemed to cleave heaven and earth.

"Oh? No power at the early Spirit Transformation Realm?"

Shen Daoxing glanced at Wu Feihua and smiled faintly. He then tapped his toes and leaped off the Great Ming Demon Sparrow.

A flash of black light was seen.

The Great Ming Demon Sparrow flew out with a WHOOSH, slamming into Wu Feihua’s broadsword with a BANG.

The next moment, the Seven-Colored Profound Platform inside Shen Daoxing’s body began to spin. Black arcs of electricity flickered as specks of Venerable Power silently emerged.

SIZZLE!

Black arcs of electricity suddenly flickered across the surface of his body.

SNAP!

The purple-gold rope binding Shen Daoxing instantly broke apart.

Shen Daoxing raised his hand, and a Treasure Sword as black as ink, its presence chilling the soul, suddenly appeared in his grasp.

SWISH!

The Venerable Sword silently descended.

"Hm?"

Wu Feihua was startled and tried to swing his broadsword back to defend himself, but it was still entangled with the Great Ming Demon Sparrow.

The space around him twisted.

The red Spiritual Power surrounding Wu Feihua was like paper, offering no resistance at all.

The Venerable Sword came down with a CRACK.

A crimson Blood Arrow flew high into the air.

Wu Feihua’s head fell, hit the ground with a THUD, and rolled several times.

"Feihe!"

Wang Mingxuan was horrified. He instantly raised two fingers, directing the wall of money to SWISH forward and surround Shen Daoxing.

Black arcs of electricity flowed from Shen Daoxing’s hand as he struck out with his palm. The space around him caved in slightly, and the wall of money shattered instantly.

Startled, Wang Mingxuan came to his senses and hastily retreated, desperately trying to put distance between himself and Shen Daoxing.

Trapped beneath the Venerable Dharma Seal, Yuwen Wuji suddenly yelled, "Mingxuan, since you can’t deal with this kid, stop wasting time and free me! Let me handle him."

Wang Mingxuan snapped to attention. With a few quick steps, he transformed into a stream of light and shot toward Yuwen Wuji.

However, how could Shen Daoxing let him succeed?

"Great Ming Demon Sparrow!"

With a soft cry and a flick of his finger, Shen Daoxing sent the Great Ming Demon Sparrow streaking away as an arc of black light, which then vanished.

In the next instant, it reappeared behind Wang Mingxuan and smashed into him with a BOOM.

Wang Mingxuan’s figure froze for a moment.

A dazzling golden light burst forth as an Eight Trigrams Compass, formed from countless copper coins, appeared behind him, blocking the Great Ming Demon Sparrow.

But that brief pause was more than enough.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Suddenly, streams of Sword Intent flew from Shen Daoxing’s body, soaring forward like astonishing Wandering Dragons. Shen Daoxing took a step, treading upon the Sword Intent to launch himself into the air. He then tapped his toes continuously, stepping on one stream of Sword Intent after another, arriving in front of Wang Mingxuan in a flash.

"Hm?"

Wang Mingxuan was startled.

The Profound Platform in Shen Daoxing’s body spun, arcs of electricity flickering as immense Venerable Power flowed out.

He majestically raised the Venerable Sword in his hand and slashed down.

Wang Mingxuan’s figure suddenly froze. His eyes slowly widened as a long, bloody gash appeared, stretching from his shoulder down to his waist on the opposite side.

A Blood Arrow of crimson gore flew high.

THUD!

A heavy sound echoed.

Wang Mingxuan fell, slamming hard onto the ground.

"Mingxuan! Feihe!"

Yuwen Wuji, still trapped under the Venerable Dharma Seal, cried out, his eyes as black as a bottomless abyss. "Kid, I’m going to kill you!"

The next moment, a golden light erupted from his entire body, illuminating the sky.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

The Venerable Dharma Seal was actually being pushed upward, inch by inch.

Of course, Shen Daoxing wasn’t going to let him succeed. He raised two fingers and pointed upward. The Venerable Dharma Seal flared with brilliant light and sank down once more.

BOOM!

Yuwen Wuji’s colossal body shuddered again, and his feet sank deep into the ground.

At that moment, a Vajra Pestle appeared before Yuwen Wuji, though from where or when, nobody knew.

The Vajra Pestle glowed with a shimmering, iridescent light. It was currently stretching upward and growing larger, as if trying to help Yuwen Wuji push back the Venerable Dharma Seal and escape.

Seeing this, Shen Daoxing smiled faintly. He swiped a hand over his Sumeru Ring, and a blue Treasure Sword materialized. Engraved on its hilt was a Taotie design—it was the Divine Soldier of Yuwen Sword Fool.

Shen Daoxing gripped the Taotie Treasure Sword, and as his Spiritual Power flowed into it, the eyes of the Taotie on the hilt swiveled and, in the next instant, came to life.

It flew off the hilt, growing larger and larger until it was a behemoth in the blink of an eye. It flew in front of Yuwen Wuji and opened its gaping, blood-red maw.

CRUNCH!

The giant Taotie swallowed the Vajra Pestle in one gulp. Then, with a look of pure ecstasy, it began to chew as if savoring the taste.

"It’s the Taotie!"

Yuwen Wuji stared blankly, an image of his dead younger brother flashing before his eyes. ’That damned kid. He not only killed my brother but also stole his Divine Soldier.’ Yuwen Wuji erupted in a towering rage. "Fine! Just fine! Today, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Suddenly, the golden light around Yuwen Wuji flared, and an incomparably surging power erupted from his body.

But all of a sudden, he felt his body lighten. He looked up and saw that the sky above was clear—the Venerable Dharma Seal had vanished.

Instantly, Yuwen Wuji was overjoyed. He looked down at the tiny Shen Daoxing and thrust out his mountain-sized palm, bringing it crashing down on his head.

"Die!"

Shen Daoxing’s figure flickered slightly and then vanished.

The next moment, he had leaped high into the air. He raised his hand, and a Venerable Dharma Seal, as white as jade, appeared in his palm.

Then, Shen Daoxing aimed at Yuwen Wuji’s forehead and stamped down with the seal.

The small Dharma Seal was no bigger than his palm, but the moment it landed on Yuwen Wuji’s forehead, it struck like a bolt from the blue, detonating with a deafening blast.

Yuwen Wuji’s golden light instantly dimmed. He was thrown backward as the ground beneath him cracked and shattered. CRACK! CRACK!