Chapter 985

How could Dark Night Trident tolerate such a provocation? Even if he only had a dozen or so black crows under his command, he still fearlessly charged forward, fighting the Poison Flood Dragon with all his might.

However, without the formation of black crows, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was completely no match for the Poison Flood Dragon. In an instant, he was bitten to pieces.

The Poison Flood Dragon had bitten Dark Night Trident to death. In everyone's eyes, Yan Li's true name had been destroyed, and it was hard to say whether he would be able to keep his life. The slightest consequence was that he would become an idiot.

"Hahaha, go die, stinky worm with a cheap mouth. Remember to reincarnate into a good family in your next life!"

Xu Longshou laughed madly with his hands on his hips. However, after laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped, because he discovered that Yan Li didn't seem to be in pain at all. Half of his expression was one of surprise, while the other half was one of mockery. It was as if he was looking at a lunatic who was entertaining himself.

He forcibly suppressed his anger, sweeping his gaze across the sky. Seeing that there was still a black crow flying back to Yan Li with all its might, he laughed harshly. "So there are still survivors. Catch it!"

Receiving his order, the Poison Flood Dragon roared and charged over. Using its claw that only had three toes, it grabbed the black crow just as it was about to return to Yan Li's body. It opened its mouth wide, stuffed it into its mouth, and chewed.

The spectators outside were completely silent. Even if one survived after having his true name destroyed, his cultivation base would gradually dissipate, and he would return to being a mortal.

"Cangjian Peak's swindlers." A disciple laughed coldly as he turned and left.

They should have targeted Xu Longshou, but because they had been cheated of their ticket money, they had suffered emotional damage. As a result, their sympathy for Yan Li had all turned into contempt.

More and more people began to leave the venue, while even more people surrounded the people of Cangjian Peak, shouting for a refund.

"Junior, junior apprentice-brother Yan is in danger!" Luo Fangshuo said with a trembling voice.

"Hurry and save him!" Huang Chengyan said in a flustered manner.

"It's too late …" Cao Zigu watched as the black crow was swallowed by the Poison Wyrm.

"That little bastard. I tolerated him last time, but this time, he dares to offend our Hidden Sword Peak. Today, I must kill him!" Lu Fengxin rolled up her sleeves and was about to kill him, but she was stopped by Su Xiaojian.

"Calm. Look at what Yan Li is doing," Su Xiaojian said.

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the noise. Everyone who heard it couldn't help but turn their gazes back to the secret realm.

The noise gradually died down, and a disciple said in disbelief, "He's smiling …"

Inside the secret.

Yan Li could not help but laugh when he saw that the last of the Black Crows had been destroyed. The curse mark on his forehead had completely disappeared. This was the first time the Eight Groups of Celestial Beings showed its most pathetic side. Its helpless struggle made him laugh.

Xu Longshou saw that Yan Li was still meditating like an old monk after the Black Crow was destroyed. Not only was he not in pain, he was even laughing. Xu Longshou was both shocked and angry. However, the other party's real name was nowhere to be found, so why wasn't there any reaction? Was he not human at all?

"Let's begin."

Yan Li only glanced at Xu Longshou at the beginning, and then no longer paid attention to him. At this moment, he treated Xu Longshou as air, and closed his eyes.

Clang!

The sound of a sword rang out in the void.

Xu Longshou could not help but take a step back.

The sword shadows, which had been trembling under the pressure of the Poison Dragon's aura, were suddenly filled with vigor, like blood ginseng that had been injected with aphrodisiac. Then, they began to steal the Poison Dragon's star power.

The Poison Dragon resisted with all its might, but it could not keep its balance in the midst of the sword shadows. At the same time, it felt a powerful whirlpool pulling it in.

It cast a pleading look at its master.

Xu Longshou shuddered and was about to retract his hand. But then he realized that if he retreated like this, he would be reported to the Disciplinary Council, and it would be difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and ordered the Poison Jiao Dragon to continue the attack.

The Poison Dragon could not disobey, and could only charge at the sword shadows.

The force field that it carried, the poison that it originally thought was extremely powerful, was now facing these sword shadows, like a weak scholar facing a martial arts scholar. No matter how it punched and kicked, it couldn't cause any damage to the other party.

As more and more star power was stolen, it became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, it suddenly shivered and looked down at Yan Li. A purple light flashed in its eyes, and with a whoosh, it flew past the Poison Dragon and into the sky.

Feeling the oppressive and terrifying aura of the other party, it could not help but fall to the ground. Although it struggled, it could not move.

At this moment, the Poison Dragon's aura was completely destroyed.

"What the hell?" Xu Longshou immediately sensed that his true name had been damaged. He clutched his chest, his face pained and uncertain. He tried to retract his true name, but found that his body could not move.

The sword hummed.

Countless sword hums rang out.

The purple light reached a certain height, and then stopped. At the same time, it elongated to the sides, like flesh and bone filling out, revealing its original appearance bit by bit.

Sword. It was a sword.

But not a sword.

It was more like an amalgamation of the will of countless swords.

It was tall, like a mountain.

It looked disdainfully in all directions, as though it had the power to destroy the world.

It was not gentle, or even cold.

As it appeared, the distant mountains and mist were pushed back. It was like a king had come, and the people had retreated. It was a reverence that came from the depths of their souls.

At this moment, the audience forgot to breathe. They stared unblinkingly at the greatest legend of the Jambu Realm. Every sword cultivator had a first-class sword master in their hearts.

And now they had finally seen it.

No one cheered, no one made any noise.

Everyone took out their Natural Swords, along with their flying swords. They held them up with both hands, like the most loyal subjects worshipping their king.

All the swords flew out at the same time, passing through the mysterious passageway and arriving at the domain it was in.

"What is this, no, impossible...."

Xu Longshou paled, retreating a few steps. But under the strange aura, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground. "Impossible...."

The flying swords and Natural Swords in his body had been snatched away, turning their backs on him and rushing into the sky.

He was too close, and the Source Sea could not block the summoning of the Sword Master.

At this moment, he finally had an answer in his heart.

"First-class Sword Master …" The bitterness in his mouth made his throat choke. He felt that he couldn't breathe, and his head was spinning.

Following which, from the corner of his eye, he saw his true name, the Poison Dragon, being crushed inch by inch by the strange aura.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and then fainted.