The Zhongzhou School and the Aoyama Sect had been competing for the leadership of the orthodox sects for many years, so they paid close attention to each other's magic methods. The old man was well aware of the energy of the sword style of the Aoyama Sect. As such, when Jing Jiu rode the sword to the surface of the pond, the old man could tell that he was a disciple of the Aoyama Sect. After some thought, he figured out the identity of Jing Jiu.
"The Aoyama Sect has sent someone to meet the King Of The Underworld in private. Does it intend to collude with the Underworld?"
The old man sneered, "You're right. That troublemaker has colluded with the Underworld. This is the tradition of your Aoyama Sect."
No Cultivation practitioner could bear the crime of colluding with the Underworld.
Jing Jiu didn't intend to say anything more. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm not Zhuo Rusui. You'd better make sure of it."
The old man said expressionlessly, "I don't care who you are. All I know is that you are a disciple of the Aoyama Sect. Meeting the King Of The Underworld in private is a crime punishable by death, even if you can escape from here. Tell me why you are here and what you have done. I won't eat you, and I'll let you live a good life in the Fiend Prison. "
In any case, it was impossible for him to let Jing Jiu leave the Fiend Prison. However, he had offered a condition, which meant that he was willing to negotiate. The Old Dragon was the divine guardian animal of the Zhongzhou School, high and mighty, but he was willing to negotiate with a young disciple of another sect. He had to admit that Jing Jiu's Underworld Fairy Sword was indeed tricky to deal with.
Yet, Jing Jiu wouldn't agree to his condition.
The old man said icily, "This is my world. No matter how fast you run, you can't escape from here. If I had used all my strength, you would have been dead a long time ago."
"It's because this is your world that you can't use all your strength."
Jing Jiu pointed out the predicament the old man was in calmly, and then continued, "And have you ever wondered why I've been fleeing all this time instead of trying to fight back?"
He was taking advantage of this pursuit to get used to his new body, like what he had done when he learned how to farm and cut vegetables in the small village.
The Netherworld Fairy Sword made his body change again. Normally, it would take him several years to completely master this change.
The mental pressure brought about by this chase caused this process to be rapidly compressed. He believed that it would end soon.
A Divine Beast of the Mahayana Realm as a sparring partner, this was something that could only be encountered but not sought, and must be cherished.
The old man laughed mockingly as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
With Jing Jiu's current realm, let alone defeating a Mahayana realm powerhouse, he couldn't even contend for a moment.
The Netherworld Fairy Sword might allow him to get close to the old man, but how could he hurt him?
On the contrary, in order to ensure his safety, he had to keep a certain distance from the old man.
Then how could he fight back?
"The heaven and earth in the Fiend Prison belong to you; so I can't escape no matter how fast I can run."
Jing Jiu looked at the old man and said, "In other words, as long as I attack anywhere in the world, I will be attacking you."
No sooner had he said this than Jing Jiu shook his right wrist slightly, and the black iron sword pierced into the rocky cliff by his side with a swish.
The surface of the rocky cliff was greenish black. It had been baked by the high temperature all year round and hit by the strong wind, so the surface looked like flowing lines.
Some of the lines split open, exposing the pink stony skin inside, which looked as disgusting as the festering flesh wall.
Jing Jiu's sword pierced right into the crack.
The iron sword, which was not so sharp, pierced through the pink stony skin, splashing out a bit of bright red liquid.
It didn't look like blood, but more like lava.
The old man's body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes full of anger and shock. "What are you going to do, you b * tch?!" he yelled.
"You are going to use the Soul-Searching Method after you know I am a disciple of Aoyama, in order to let me experience the pain of having my spiritual soul sliced into pieces."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at him, "It looks like the great grandmaster of Zhongzhou School has a serious hostility toward Aoyama."
The old man yelled sternly, "So what? I don't like the flying grasshoppers of your Aoyama at all! I'm so annoyed just by looking at you. I want to burn you all to death! "
Jing Jiu said, "I understand. I don't like the old man of Cloud-Dream Mountain either. It's fair. You want to hurt me, so I'll hurt you. It's also fair."
In the beginning, the old man was going to swallow Jing Jiu, and then use the Soul-Searching Method to read his memory fragments.
Jing Jiu had said that all the pain he intended to inflict on the disciples of Aoyama would be returned to him.
Jing Jiu moved his wrist slightly. The iron sword turned half a circle in the crack between the cliffs. The pink inner wall became even more rotten, and the magma-like liquid gushed out.
The old man let out a muffled groan. Beads of sweat came out from his forehead, but were blown away by the wind. His voice was trembling.
"I am the heaven and earth, so vast that this injury is not even as big as a mosquito bite. Do you think this pain will … Ah!"
All of a sudden, he screamed in pain.
His dreadful voice echoed in the distant second level of the Fiend Prison, looking exceedingly dreadful.
The old man clutched his abdomen, yelling miserably, "The sword is poisoned!"
The pink stone wall was festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The cause of the decaying was the green energy slowly emitting from the iron sword.
What kind of poison could make a divine guardian animal feel so much pain?
There was only one answer.
It was the poison of the divine animal himself.
In other words, that pool of emerald green water.
The iron sword had been soaked in the pond water for three years, but it wasn't corroded. Instead, it absorbed the poison in the pond water.
Now this sword was like a ghostly claw reaching out from the Underworld River; it could make people feel so much pain that they would rather die than live.
The old man's face turned pale due to the pain. He clutched his abdomen and yelled resentfully while staring at Jing Jiu, "Little thief of Aoyama, I'll kill you today even if I have to suffer an internal injury. I'll dismember your body, and then I'll capture your soul and torture it with the Chaotic Wind all the time!"
Since he uttered the words "little thief of Aoyama", the Fiend Prison had already been filled with thunderbolts, violent wind, and sand and pebbles flying in all directions.
The water in the green pond flowed over the cliff like a reverse waterfall, falling down like a rainstorm.
Jing Jiu had a hard time dodging the violent energies. He was like a candle flame in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment, but he was already far away when he lit up again.
Hundreds of thunders exploded at the same time, illuminating the dark Fiend Prison. The bolts of lightning as thick as a tree turned into a patch of forest in the barren and undulating fields.
Jing Jiu had no way of dodging the lightning, falling heavily to the ground from the sky. Two streams of fresh blood trickled out from his ears, and his eyes grew dimmer.
He had already suffered a severe injury earlier. The reason he could still hold on was that the old man had many inconveniences in the Fiend Prison, and he couldn't employ many powerful magic methods.
Now the old man was driven to the brink by Jing Jiu, and he employed the magic method of the Dacheng State, as if he were to disembowel himself.
The difference in their Cultivation states was too great. Facing a crazy swordsman in the Dacheng State, Jing Jiu had no choice but to die.
Yet, Jing Jiu thrust the iron sword in his hand into the ground beside him without even thinking about it.
The old man's painful and angry yell echoed in heaven and earth again.
The old man waved his sleeve furiously from a mile away, and the Chaotic Wind came up from the underground, rolling up a dozen thunderbolts from all directions and hitting Jing Jiu's body.
Boom!!! Jing Jiu was knocked flying to the front of the cliff one thousand feet away.
He wanted to get up, but he couldn't. All he could do was sit on the same spot.
The fresh blood spurting out from his mouth dyed half of his body red, and was scorched black by the remaining power of thunder.
At the moment, he looked like a piece of Thunder-Soul Wood that had failed.
Yet, he was still calm, devoid of any fear or uneasiness. He thrust the sword backward into the cliff.
The old man was in extreme pain, as if he had suffered a heavy blow. "Go to hell!" he yelled sorrowfully.
As he spoke, he grabbed countless bolts of lightning in the night sky with his trembling hands, thrusting them toward Jing Jiu.
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