DNDAS

Chapter 27 - Unable To Bear

The fact that Qing Yuan had been sent flying by the tail of a younger generation likely made him feel that he had lost face. As he charged towards Zhuang Qing in his original form, he was using nearly seven to eight-tenths of his original form's power.

"Elder Qing Yuan!" Qing Yan had a very bad feeling about this turn of events. He moved swiftly ahead in an attempt to block Qing Yuan, but the enraged Qing Yuan paid no heed to Qing Yan's obstruction and directly shot past him, accompanied by a cold chill.

"Quick, leave," Slight panic appeared on Zhuang Qing's eternally rigid statue face. He wanted to push aside Fu Li who was beside him and transform into his original form to block Qing Yuan, but not only did Fu Li not leave, he even took a step forward and stood in front of him.

"My cultivation might be average, but I won't let an underaged yao stand in front of me at such a moment," Fu Li very shamelessly forgot that he had not too long ago let Zhuang Qing go up to fight while he shot his mouth off and pulled aggro at the side.

The chilled air approached. Some of it had even morphed into ice blades sheathed in a piercing might. It was a terrible, abnormal phenomenon.

Ding.

The azure dragon's offense was suddenly halted by a single slender, fair palm that had grabbed hold of his dragon horn.

"Have you considered the kind of outcome that would result from using ice techniques here?" A layer of thick ice had formed on Fu Li's face, hair, and even body. In front of the azure dragon, his body seemed particularly small.

Roar.

The azure dragon let out a roar of rage and started thrashing about in an attempt to fling Fu Li off his dragon horns. With a turn of his body, Fu Li flew into the skies. His right palm turned over and an ancient scarlet sword appeared in his hand. With a wave of the sword, the ice swooping towards him was blocked.

"A divine sword refined by the true fire of a Fenghuang?" At the side, Qing Yan's expression became extremely ugly. He wanted to go up and help but was blocked by Zhuang Qing. In reality, neither of them had any intention of fighting at this moment. Zhuang Qing was worried that Fu Li, the yaoguai who hadn't left the mountains much, would be at a disadvantage, while Qing Yan was worried that Qing Yuan would be defeated by the divine sword refined by the Fenghuang's true fire.

Both of them guarded against each other with very tacit understanding, yet neither took action.

After watching for a while, Qing Yan secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This yaoguai didn't seem to have walked the path of sword cultivation. Although the sword itself was powerful, his skill with the sword was so-so. Hence, he could only restrain Qing Yuan, but not suppress him.

After not more than ten minutes had passed, Qing Yuan, who was so exhausted he was panting for breath, already had the intention of retreating. In contrast, Fu Li was still waving the sword around untiringly, making chopping and cutting motions as if the sword was a hatchet.

But even if this was the case, Qing Yuan was still unable to hold his own against him and was made to retreat step by step. Injuries had already appeared on his body.

The sword landed on Qing Yuan's body, prompting a pained wail from him. In the end, he could only change back to his human form and take consecutive steps back. He stared hatefully at the sword in Fu Li's hands, his heart brimming with a very strong unwillingness to accept the situation. He hadn't lost to an unknown yao cultivator, but to the sword in his hands.

The excessive anger caused Qing Yuan to spit out blood.

Fu Li hadn't expected the sword to have such powerful destructive ability. When he grabbed the azure dragon's horns, he had felt that the cold air was a little uncomfortable. In addition, there was only this one weapon in his Qiankun Pouch, so he simply made do with it.