CHAPTER 345: CHAPTER 315: NINE ARTS MASTERED, ANCESTRAL DRAGON’S SECRET

True Monarch Miaowa naturally has his own plans.

He received the dragon’s blessing and the Dao Fruit of Immortality, but being seen as food by both sides, only a fool wouldn’t run.

Under the pressure of life and death, he burned his mana, shrank to the size of a marble, and darted a thousand feet, skimming over the ruins of palaces along the way, disappearing into the sky full of smoke and dust, fleeing outside the Imperial City.

Yet in the next moment, another round of Ghost Hand bombs fell, the compressed soul energy was terrifying, and the aftermath of the explosion destroyed all the structures around the Demon Tree.

"Well done!"

True Monarch Miaowa withstood the shock of the explosion, soared upward, successfully escaped the Capital City, and also freed himself from that invisible control.

Like... pulling off the strings, freeing a puppet from the puppeteer’s control.

Quack,

This True Monarch is finally free!

Looking back glimpsing the endless battlefield, seeing the enormous thigh of the Demon God disappearing into the clouds and the shimmering but dimming Demon Tree, his heart filled with fear.

This battle was truly terrifying, he barely survived, and he vowed to escape the continent, staying forever among the overseas islands.

As he thought this, a sharp sonic boom reached his ears, his round eyes widened, as a scarlet tumor flew towards him, as huge as a flying mountain, with a sudden crack opening.

"What the quack!"

True Monarch Miaowa was shocked and terrified as the crack opened, blood light seeped out, revealing terrifying fangs, sharp and cold as spears and halberds, layer upon layer, surrounding them, a massive tongue-like tentacle emerged from the center.

After crippling the Demon Tree, the Demon God Chu Yi unexpectedly tore off a tumor head, locking onto him precisely, and threw it directly!

Carrying the dragon’s blessing, yet without Wei Wuyang’s protection, he was as noticeable as a suckling dragon.

True Monarch Miaowa was in despair, decisively ready to fight to the death.

Just as he revealed his mountainous true form, countless tentacles pierced through, dragging him against the encircling fangs, his copper coin-like skin sparking, blood and skin peeling off, exposing tender, bright crimson frog meat.

Just like when he stuck out his tongue, the tip writhing, pinning hundreds of sacrificial children from a fishing village, swinging them in the air, blood raining down, organs flying, relishing the cries of misery from the commoners.

"Spare... spare me..."

"Crunch!"

Chu Yi gave him no chance to speak, biting down, and instantly refining him.

In an instant.

The dragon’s aura infused, and this bizarre blood tumor sprouted facial features, resembling a fiery red phoenix, yet with the appearance of a dragon, with dragon horns on its head, wearing a feathered crown, a ring of flames rising, and a whirlwind swirling around.

Chaofeng!

"Kekeke!"

Under the encouraging shouts of demons, under Nanaki’s flushed gaze.

Chu Yi laughed maniacally, his nine heads emitting the chilling demonic sounds of the Evil Gods, repeating his old tricks, swallowing Lady Bai Gu and the Ghost Mother.

The two were exhausted by the Demon Tree, far less agile than True Monarch Miaowa.

They could only watch helplessly as the gaping heads devoured them, along with a mass of Golden Decree Divine Spirits that couldn’t escape, activating the‌ Niu Law and‌ Pulao Law consecutively.

So you can’t strike back!?

This epiphany allowed Chu Yi to perceive Wei Wuyang’s condition, directly extending a Ghost Hand, holding up a head as a catapult, flinging it crudely and simply.

The soul reserves of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were essentially limitless, allowing him to fight this battle of wealth.

"No, don’t!"

The disheveled Poison Lady, panic-stricken, was swallowed whole into the lightless fangs, unleashing her venom inside.

Just a drop of her blood, mixed into mighty rivers, could turn riversides into barren bones, rendering a thousand miles silent, plaguing the living for ages.

Yet within this solidified soul head, she became nothing more than a tidbit.

Crunch!

Instant refining once more!

The Demon Tree arranged by Wei Wuyang, for some unknown reason, ended up imprisoning immortals and gods, allowing Chu Yi to catch them all!

"Won’t you strike back? You may not get another chance."

Prison Dragon,‌ Pulao, and‌ Chaofeng, the three giant heads, with blood threads and roots beneath their necks writhing, dragon eyes turning, stared at Wei Wuyang above the auspicious clouds, emitting three roars together.

Now.

The Demon Tree was obliterated, leveling a vast area of the Capital City, leaving hundreds of giant craters.

Beside Wei Wuyang, only a solitary Red Buddha Girl remained, no other support.

Upon hearing this.

Wei Wuyang continued meditating, indifferent to the death and lives of immortals and gods.

"State Preceptor, this humble monk no longer seeks immortality, just asks the benevolent State Preceptor to take me as a servant, willing to offer my strength, to repay the great virtues of the State Preceptor."

The nearby serving Red Buddha Girl looked anxious, attempting to seize this slim chance of survival.

Yet impatiently, Wei Wuyang waved a hand, and a whirlwind swept her, sending her flying towards Chu Yi’s three heads, splitting into three and eaten immediately.

In response to this gift, Chu Yi tossed over a hundred Ghost Hands as a return gift, offering him mushroom cloud hospitality.

But the Ghost Hands’ self-destruction, aside from creating a massive Abyss, didn’t harm the opponent in the slightest, so Chu Yi gave up, focusing on refining the dragon’s aura.

The‌ Bixi, Bian, Fuxi, and Chiwen Laws successively refined, accompanying the three heads, returned to the Nine-headed Thousand-armed Demon God body.

Wei Wuyang was waiting.

Chu Yi was waiting too.

Even Nanaki, who was secretly watching, had been preparing something from the start, also waiting.

Both sides knew fully well the other was waiting, yet exercised patience, not disturbing each other.

Thus.

Such a quiet scene appeared on the battlefield, like the calm before the storm.

All of Wei Wuyang’s side was annihilated save for one individual.

Abyss Demons were in an uproar, such terrifying immortals and gods, wiped out by Demon King Chu Yi, truly worthy of being the only outside assistance summoned by the Princess.

They praised Chu Yi’s achievements, eager to scour the battlefield for whatever little contribution they could gain.

Sadly.

Chu Yi’s methods were too ruthless; they didn’t dare to intervene to grab some contribution.

"The Nine Laws of the Ancestral Dragon, inherited by thirty-six emperors, claimed as the supreme spell of this world, let me uncover your secret."

The heads of nine Dragon Children piled up, connected through spells, revealing a dense network of branches, with currents of electricity flowing through.

An unprecedented burst of enlightenment erupted, giving Chu Yi a sense of breaking through the clouds and seeing the light of day.

Perfectly mastering the Nine Laws felt like overcoming countless trials, enduring extreme hardships until transforming into a true dragon, soaring through the skies!

Incredible!

Within the body of the Thousand-armed Demon God.

Nine residual thoughts emerged from the nine laws, racing to tear into the fantasizing Chu Yi’s form.

Slitting open, tearing apart, limbs falling like leaves in a bloody rain, like a broken doll being devoured by the nine dragons, dragon eyes gleaming with greedy hunger.

This succulent and tender Treasure Body, even its divine thoughts were so sweet, a rarity in millennia!

In the next moment.

Time rewound.

The Nine Dragon Children seemed to spit out the remains, gazing at the youthful Demon God in astonishment.

"You bastard, dare to bite the hand that feeds you?"

Chu Yi’s eyes cold, his wild and messy black hair swirling, revealing a Clock Eye shimmering with ancient time, scanning over the nine Dragon Children’s residual thoughts.