The Twenty-third Blade was specialized in attacking the Vital Spirit.
Though the Golden-Winged Roc had no Yuan Spirit, its spirit and consciousness were cut down by Jiang He's sword, and it was naturally deader than dead.
Its huge corpse fell from the sky and smashed into the ground with a bang, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake.
That was when Jiang He, who was hovering in the air, suddenly sensed something and looked up at the distant horizon.
In the distant horizon, a cluster of clouds that had been quietly hanging in the sky since the beginning of the war suddenly turned into water vapor and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Jiang He frowned subtly … Was someone spying on him?
No, it might not be a human.
Jiang He could not help recalling the Golden-Winged Roc's cry for help before its death …
The Dragoncroc Emperor?
Jiang He knew about the Dragoncroc Emperor, having heard Three Blades Lin mention it when he asked about the Golden-Winged Roc. It was one of the two Feral Emperors in the Hua Nation, possessing unfathomable power that surpassed the Golden-Winged Roc.
"That's probably it!"
"I've heard from Minister Wang that the Dragoncroc Emperor interfered in the crucial moment when he, Master Dong, and Duke Luchan surrounded the Golden-Winged Roc … and now, it's spying on me?"
Jiang He thought.
Why would the Dragoncroc Emperor spy on him?
"If I remember correctly, the Dragoncroc Emperor's lair should be in Shennongjia, right? Shennongjia is more than two thousand li away from here. It's a Beast Emperor, there's no way it would come here for no reason! "
"The Golden-Winged Roc clearly knew that the Dragoncroc Emperor was coming when it called for help before … could those two mongrels have come to some sort of agreement, such as … taking the chance to kill me?"
"But seeing how strong I am, you sold the Golden-Winged Roc?"
Hiss!
Jiang He inhaled sharply!
Was he in such a dangerous situation just now?
If he had not been powerful enough, the Dragoncroc Emperor would have ambushed him when he fought the Golden-Winged Roc, and he would have been maimed if not killed.
"I've never met the Dragoncroc Emperor. Why would it do this to me?"
There was a cold glint in Jiang He's eyes as he coldly said, "If there's a chance in the future, I'd like to ask it what the Dragoncroc Emperor means!"
Shua!
Jiang He descended from the horizon and stopped in front of the crater where the Golden-Winged Roc's corpse had fallen.
How heavy was a golden-winged roc with a wingspan of nearly 200 meters?
It was estimated to be dozens of tons.
The corpse of the Golden-Winged Roc, which weighed dozens of tons, fell from a height of several thousand meters. Under the effect of the acceleration of gravity, how terrifying would the impact be?
A large crater with a diameter of nearly a kilometer was smashed into the ground. At the edge of the crater, densely packed cracks extended for thousands of meters like spider webs.
The corpse of the golden-winged roc lay in the middle of the pit. Its entire body was covered in sword wounds, and countless golden feathers had fallen off. It was almost a featherless eagle. Half of its wings were broken, and one of its claws was gone. How could the word "tragic" be used to describe it?
Even so, Jiang He was very satisfied.
"Half of its feathers have fallen off, so we can save a lot of effort in plucking its feathers. Moreover, I directly destroyed the will and spirit of the Golden-winged Roc with Sword Twenty-Three in the end, so its carcass was relatively intact. It's the most suitable to roast the whole bird."
Well …
Roast the whole eagle … As for the broken wing and the missing claw, it didn't matter. At most, he wouldn't eat the eagle's claw and wing.
Thinking back …
What have I done?
Many delicious Feral corpses were not preserved in one piece, and could only be used for chopping, stir-frying, or barbecuing.
Reaching out with his hand, he collected the Golden-Winged Roc's carcass.
That was when Wang Hou, Dong Haichuan, and Yang Luchan — the three Void-tier elites — arrived.
Still, it was not that they were very far from Jiang He, but they had deliberately paused for a while to calm their agitated minds. Be that as it may, there was a weird look in their eyes when they arrived before Jiang He, studying him from head to toe in surprise.
Damn it!
That look again!
Every time he did something insignificant, why did everyone like to look at him with this kind of expression?
Jiang He could not help saying, "Gentlemen, I've only killed a Golden-Winged Roc. Is there a need to make such a fuss?"
Still?
Heh!
The three of us couldn't even cut down the vermin even when we worked together to kill the Golden-Winged Roc, and yet you're making it sound so nonchalant. Who are you looking down on?
The three of them could not help becoming agitated again after having calmed down a little.
"Gentlemen, this is not the place to talk."
Wang Hou suddenly opened his mouth and said.
His eyes were fixed on the distant horizon, and though he did not see anything, he had a nagging feeling that something was not right.
The four of them streaked through the air and left.
After Wang Hou, Jiang He, Dong Haichuan, and Yang Luchan left, a white cloud materialized over the distant horizon and floated down, hovering above the peak of Mount Golden Roc.
Above the cloud was a twenty-feet long crocodile with an unusual physique.
Its entire body was covered in black scales that resembled draconic scales, and its head resembled a dragon's head with a single horn.
The Dragoncroc Emperor!
One of the two Feral Emperors of the Hua Nation!
And yet, the Dragoncroc Emperor that was even stronger than the Golden-Winged Roc was lying on the cloud, with a youth standing beside it.
The young man was wearing green clothes and looked childish. However, his eyes were extremely deep and there were a few scales on his forehead.
"Your Highness, does this kid … cultivate an immortal art?"
The Dragoncroc Emperor opened its mouth and spoke in human tongue, asking in confusion, "Could the cultivators have not been completely wiped out back then?"
"He's just a mere Golden Pellet cultivator and there's no need to mind him. He must have obtained some sort of legacy and cultivated an immortal art."
The youth with scales on his forehead smiled faintly and said, "Back then, when the hundred races invaded, Earth was engulfed in smoke and war broke out everywhere, shattering mountains and rivers and quaking Dao. In a fit of rage, the first human emperor summoned every Qi Refinist in the world to forge the Twelve Bronze Men and set up an array to seal the Stargate and Earth's Dragon Vein, forcing Earth into the Degenerate Age of Immortal Arts. Now that two thousand years have passed, the Dragon Vein has revived, and it seems that the grand era of immortal arts is returning."
The Dragoncroc Emperor was puzzled and very curious about what happened back then, but the youth shook his head and said, "You'll know when the time comes. Send me back, Dragoncroc. I've just awakened and need to cultivate in seclusion to stabilize my cultivation."
… …
At the same time.
A thousand miles away, beside a lake in the wilds with beautiful scenery.
Whoosh!
Four figures descended from the skies. It was Jiang He, Wang Hou, Dong Haichuan, and Yang Luchan.
Once they landed, Jiang He could not help grumbling, "What's wrong, Old Wang? I haven't raided the Golden-Winged Roc's lair, and a Feral Emperor like it might have some treasures in its lair. "
Wang Hou's eyes twinkled in puzzlement, and he frowned. "I don't know. I suddenly sensed danger, as if some elite was spying on us."
Both Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan turned to Wang Hou.
They were Void-tier as well and did not lose out to Wang Hou in terms of martial arts, but they did not sense anything.
"It has to do with my Dao."
Wang Hou explained.
Jiang He exclaimed in surprise. "By the way, when I killed the Golden-Winged Roc, I sensed that an elite was spying on us as well … could it be the Dragoncroc Emperor?"
"No way."
Wang Hou said confidently. "The Dragoncroc Emperor is powerful, but it doesn't have the right to make me feel danger when the four of us are together. I suspect that some slumbering elite has awakened!"
"Eh?"
Jiang He's gaze shifted towards Wang Hou.
Both Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan were taken aback, and both exclaimed, "Minister Wang, the Dragoncroc Emperor was just saying that … could there really be a slumbering elite among the daemons?"
"I don't know."
Wang Hou shook his head. "Still, there's a high chance of that happening. According to the Superpower Research Department's data, a beast's lifespan would increase greatly after evolving into a Feral. In theory, the lifespan of a Void-tier human is five hundred years, but it wouldn't be difficult for a Feral Monarch to live up to seven or eight hundred years. As for the more powerful Ferals, they would probably live even longer!"
"Of course … Ferals are just what we call them. Those Ferals call themselves daemons, and I've read about them in ancient texts when I was tracing certain things. In the Era of Qi Refinists, the daemons were definitely not weak, and could even suppress humans in the past."
As he spoke, he turned towards Jiang He and smiled. "Jiang He, you must have inherited the heritage site of a Qi Refinist, didn't you? Do you know anything about the daemons? "
What the hell did I inherit!
As for the daemons or whatnot … who the hell would know?
Still, Jiang He felt that it was best not to mention that he had 'created' an immortal art. Since Wang Hou was guessing the heritage site, he could just let him guess.
Jiang He made something up. "I only obtained two immortal cultivation manuals and a flying sword. I didn't get any other information."
Yang Luchan's gaze twitched. Though he knew that it was impolite to ask about another person's cultivation manuals, he could not help asking, "Was that final sword technique you used to slay the Golden-Winged Roc an immortal art? It was very powerful, and my sword hummed and hummed even from over a dozen miles away. "
"Oh, you mean the Twenty-Three Swords?"
Jiang He answered truthfully. "It's not an immortal art, but a sword technique I came up with on my own. It should still be at the level of martial arts."
That was right.
The Twenty-Three Swords was not an immortal art.
Wind and Cloud was a wuxia drama, and at best, it was a high martial art, a super martial art, and a fantasy. How could it have anything to do with immortal arts?
Both of them suddenly turned silent.
Shock was written all over Yang Luchan's face as he exclaimed in surprise, "Master Jiang, you are truly a genius to have created such a mystical sword technique at such a young age!"
"Haha!"
Amused, Jiang He said humbly, "Actually, I'm not that powerful. I merely referenced the sword techniques in movies and TV dramas, and was inspired to create it."
Yang Luchan: "…"
Wang Hou: "…"
Dong Haichuan: "Hehe."
Was he even human?
Movies and TV dramas …
How could you come up with such a heaven-defying sword technique just by watching a movie or TV drama?
(PS: You didn't expect this, did you? Today's first update is actually this early? Begging for monthly votes, begging for recommendation votes. I'll be leaving at five today!)
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