The Art of Subduing Dragons

Chapter 153

Lu Qingci's spiritual power was still shockingly strong, surprising Mo Yan. Although Bi Fang's cultivation was at the Minor Transcendence level, Lu Qingci should have been depleted after killing it. Yet, she not only withstood her own strike but also had the strength to counterattack. Mo Yan had truly underestimated her.

After taking several steps back, Mo Yan leapt into the air and hovered in the sky. As he steadied himself, the thick demonic aura in the sky seemed to find its way back, with four streams of demonic energy converging on him from all directions. In an instant, the entire Fufeng City darkened, and the demonic spirits and resentful spirits roared and laughed with excitement.

The war between humans, dragons, and demons had ended a thousand years ago. None of the people present had witnessed the brutal scene of the human-demon wars. Seeing the current scene, they were filled with extreme fear. The younger ones were barely able to stand and were trembling as they retreated.

All the living people in Fufeng City were now filled with terror as they looked at the sky, realizing for the first time that humanity might truly be facing its end.

The bloody battle recorded a thousand years ago seemed so distant. Now, the memories that were not fully considered surged forth, filling them with despair.

Su Yu felt her heart darken with the sky. Only her master stood alone in front of Mo Yan, who appeared as if the demon lord had descended, looking up at him.

In the vast Fufeng City, with thousands of cultivators underground, none could stand with her to confront the enemy.

Filled with grief and indignation, Su Yu's jade bamboo glowed with a verdant light. She rose with the wind, her jade bamboo trailing light through the air. With each of her sword moves, continuous beams of light cut toward the disaster.

When the disaster had to abandon attacking Wen Xian'ge to dodge, Su Yu's left hand swept over the jade bamboo, her voice cold and firm, "Chaos Nine Forms, Eighth Form: Breaking the Sky!"

As she spoke, Su Yu's spiritual power surged. The jade bamboo in her hand turned into afterimages, spreading out in front of her into a vast fan-shaped sword aura.

When she struck downward with the jade bamboo, the sword aura spread out like a storm, attacking the disaster head-on.

This attack was extremely dazzling. Those from the Immortal Sect, who had been holding their breath watching Lu Qingci, could not help but look towards Su Yu.

Wen Xian'ge, seeing this, quickly distanced himself from the disaster, raising a hand to shoot out a string, blocking the disaster's escape route.

The disaster spewed fire continuously, clashing with Su Yu's sword aura. At the same time, it dodged left and right, trying to avoid the attack. It flailed about but successfully evaded the killing blow, though it was quite shaken.

It shook its body, glanced at Su Yu, roared in anger, but then found that Su Yu's figure had suddenly vanished.

When it hurriedly looked for her, it realized Su Yu had already charged towards it along with the sword aura, leaving only a shadow behind. She suddenly appeared at its side, the jade bamboo wrapped in spiritual energy thrusting towards its abdomen.

The disaster roared in fear, its front claws flashing as it slashed at Su Yu. However, it was tightly bound by three strands of spiritual energy, which dragged it away. Su Yu's jade bamboo stabbed into the disaster's body without hesitation, while the three strands of spiritual energy tightened around its struggling mouth, pulling it down heavily.

Su Yu instinctively looked over and saw the familiar figure, feeling an unusual warmth amidst her sorrow and anger.

But she didn't stop. The spiritual energy combined with the sword aura drove straight into the disaster's vital points. She withdrew her sword, and the disaster fell, dying alongside Bi Fang.