When the knife fell, Luo Jiujiang felt the other party's hatred and pain. In just a short moment, he almost became Han Qianling.

It would probably be hard for others to imagine that at such a critical moment, Luo Jiujiang was so affectionate when he swung his blade.

The fishy smell from Taotie's mouth was already wafting towards him, and Luo Jiujiang's sword strike had already landed. From the moment they clashed, the winner was immediately apparent.

There were obvious knife marks on Hua Biliu's huge beast head, and its big mouth was split into four pieces. Both sides stood still and did not retreat a single step. However, Hua Biliu was forced to shut his mouth in pain just before he was about to touch Luo Jiujiang. The dragon-shaped wind roll that was as fine as a file was enough to cut off his tongue on the spot.

The skin of the alien beasts in human form was extremely tough, not to mention that when transformed into a beast, it was nearly invulnerable. Luo Jiujiang was able to injure Hua Biliu head-on to such an extent, firstly due to the power of his sword intent and secondly due to his immense accumulation of energy.

His sword intent at this moment resembled Han Qianling's transformed dragon, but his accumulated skills came from the Huifeng Bagua Step that Luo Cang had taught him. It had been nearly two months since he left the Seven Islands, yet his master and Qianling remained by his side in this way, as if they had never been apart.

During this brief break in the battle, Luo Jiujiang raised his hand and gently pressed his chest.

In the snow cave not far in front of him lay the friend he protected, and within his heart, half an inch of his heart, he was filled with the thoughts of home and the mountains. Even though the enemy was right before his eyes, he was already trapped in the snow and ice, yet his heart was boiling with not only passion but also love and fire, so Luo Jiujiang no longer had to fear or feel lonely for a moment.

He raised his hand, and the second sword dragon slowly condensed.

"Hua Biliu, there's something you'll never understand, even if you die. I'll tell you on behalf of Sister Xue." Luo Jiujiang solemnly called out the other person's name. "Between heaven and earth, besides you, the great alien demon with flesh and blood, there are also us. One stroke supports the sky and traces the way, and one stroke explores the earth and pursues the root. We are human, not living flesh, nor are we ants. We were not born to fill your teeth. We live for love, for friends, for morality, and for ourselves."

As he spoke, the dragon on the sword had already formed again. Perhaps due to practice, the speed this time was nearly twice as fast as before.

In the moment before swinging the knife, Luo Jiujiang stared at the pair of blood-red beast eyes like copper bells, and saw only undisguised hunger, greed, murderous intent and stubbornness in them.

He laughed sarcastically and said, "Dragon understands this principle, but you don't, because you only know how to eat."

...It was hard to say how these words irritated Hua Biliu. Perhaps it was the comparison of him to the unattainable divine dragon? Perhaps it was the mockery of his ignorance by the species he had always despised? Or perhaps it was simply because Luo Jiujiang's previous blow had bruised him in a double sense?

At this moment when the outcome was still undecided but his defeat was inevitable, Hua Biliu raised his head and let out a long, mournful cry, hissing in a strange and resentful voice, "I refuse to accept! I don't believe it! Father, how dare an ant bully me to this extent!"

He didn't wait for the second knife to hit him, and he plunged towards the sky at a speed so fast that he became a phantom, just passing by Luo Jiujiang's blade.

Luo Jiujiang hurriedly turned his sword intent, but could no longer catch up. He could only watch Hua Biliu crash into the gray sky. The whole giant beast seemed like a ball of burning fire, and the moment it came into contact with the sky, it turned into a pool of pus and blood, and a blood film.

"..." Just as he was stunned by this unexpected situation, Feng Xue blurted out a cry: "Damn it! He sacrificed himself!"

Luo Jiujiang humbly asked, "Is it because this way I will die more comfortably and happily?"

Feng Xue's expression was so ferocious that it was easy to tell she was a glutton. "No, it's because the entire Jinyun Chain Realm has been refined into half of that old turtle. It's interdependent with him and their blood and energy are tied to him! Now, even if that old bastard doesn't come here in person, this 'death land' will inevitably vomit something after it's eaten its fill!"

As if to prove what Feng Xue said was true, scarlet blood was slowly seeping into this gloomy and gray world.

And within the clouds, dozens of rust-colored shadows were rapidly condensing into shape. Feng Xue couldn't help but curse as soon as she saw this familiar silhouette, and the cold temperament she had cultivated over the years in the dead land was instantly gone.

“They’re all Taotie!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “All of them!”

For the first time since coming to this world, Feng Xue wanted to play a game of Candy Crush so badly that it almost broke her heart.