Before the Dragon God died, he was filled with extreme anger and resentment. Not only did he personally cut off most of his hatred and threw it into the Holy Mountain, giving birth to Han Qianling, a being who had the intention to destroy the world as soon as he opened his eyes, but he also did not waste the remaining traces of hatred, and attached them all to his own weapons.
Facing the phantom of the dragon god that was crushing towards him like a frightened horse, Luo Jiujiang found it difficult to determine whether it had any spiritual consciousness.
If it didn't have a spiritual consciousness, it wouldn't be able to communicate. If he cut down this shadow, it would be no different from destroying a restriction. But if this shadow had a spiritual consciousness——
Then it's probably impossible to communicate.
The only spiritual emotions that the Dragon God left for the whole world before his death were hatred and anger. Even if the Dragon God had compassion in his heart and left a little bit of kindness and love, it would probably be completely worn out after being trapped in this dark and bare essence of the five elements for more than ten thousand years.
A normal person would have gone crazy in such an environment, and a madman would of course only become even crazier.
Luo Jiujiang calmly took a step back, his palm silently pressing down on the hilt of his sword. His entire body tensed like a bow poised for release. His breathing had been perfectly adjusted, and each word flowed from his dantian. It wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.
"I am Luo Jiujiang, a mere junior. My life's achievements are insignificant, barely enough to get your beloved son on my family tree. Lord Shenlong, if you still have a glimmer of clarity, please go and see your son left behind. I will risk my life today and pave the way for you. But if you insist on killing me—"
Luo Jiujiang's originally steady voice paused slightly. In that gap of less than one thousandth of the breathing time, he drew his sword to block, turned around and kicked, and used the ground to gain leverage. In the blink of an eye, he had exchanged positions with the Dragon God's phantom.
The entire process flowed smoothly, seamlessly accomplished with Luo Jiujiang's swift and decisive response. He looked up and saw the gleam of the sharp blade he held reflected in the Dragon God's deep blue eyes.
"—Then we have no choice but to fight."
By the time Luo Jiujiang finished the second half of his sentence, the pause between the blows had sounded as natural as the pause that should have been at a period. If one relied solely on their ears, no one would have even noticed what had happened in that instant.
During the brief exchange, Luo Jiujiang knew that the dragon god's shadowy presence likely had no remaining consciousness, and even if it did, it would likely be incurable. He never hesitated, and the moment he drew his sword, he was determined, knowing that this duel would not end peacefully.
Since he doesn't want to die yet, he will kill his father-in-law with his own hands no matter what.
The silent standoff after the two sides exchanged places didn't even last for a moment before the man and the dragon started fighting again. This time, it was Luo Jiujiang who started the fight: he and Han Qianling had been together for a long time and knew the dragon's several weak points very well.
Luo Jiujiang later reflected that he had intended to apologize to the Dragon God's phantom after every ten moves, to demonstrate his sincerity as a son-in-law. However, Luo Jiujiang was weaker than the Dragon God, so the situation was extremely dangerous and he couldn't afford to lose focus. Secondly, the speed of their clash was so great that if he had to say "I'm sorry" every ten moves, Luo Jiujiang wouldn't have been able to keep up, even if his tongue flickered.
So this belated apology can only be left for later, for example, every year I will think about Han Qianling, and when the day comes, I will take Qianling to visit my father-in-law's grave.
Let’s put aside the miscellaneous thoughts and subsequent processing after the battle for now. At least for now, Luo Jiujiang is fighting a life-and-death battle with the Dragon God’s phantom, and the two are inseparable.
In reality, in pure strength, the Dragon God's phantom should have been superior to Luo Jiujiang. Whether in size, momentum, or the depth of his spiritual power, Luo Jiujiang seemed to have no chance of winning. But he still had the slender build of a teenager, and his movements were more agile than the massive Dragon God's phantom. And he had brains.
Luo Jiujiang was made of real flesh and bones, and the two of them were so fast that they left behind almost ten afterimages. Therefore, every time Luo Jiujiang was touched by the Dragon God's claws, he would be covered with a long wound.
The shadow of the dragon did not gain much advantage from Luo Jiujiang's sword: although it was just a rough shadow outlined by blue, jumping lines, and it looked like a continuous flow of water, its essence was still composed of sufficiently thick spiritual energy.
Luo Jiujiang's blade was imbued with his own spiritual energy, and each time it struck the phantom, it left a tearing, dripping ink mark. Even the phantom's two sharp front claws, which had repeatedly collided with Luo Jiujiang's blade, now bore faint traces of charring.
Therefore, as long as Luo Jiujiang can maintain his current dazzling speed, he will be able to patiently dismantle this phantom piece by piece sooner or later.
Although the battle was arduous, it offered a glimpse of future victory. Luo Jiujiang's heart remained calm, and his knife-wielding hand remained steady, not a single tremor visible during the high-speed and powerful swing.
As long as nothing unexpected happens...
misfortune……
Just as this thought flashed through Luo Jiujiang's mind, something unexpected happened right at his side!
Previously, Luo Jiujiang had always believed that the shadow left by the Dragon God had no consciousness, and even if it did, it was probably insane. Seeing it fight him with almost no strategy, relying almost entirely on strength and physical strength, his belief was confirmed.
Because of this, Luo Jiujiang overlooked a key point: the combat style of the Chaos Age was straightforward, simple, and brutal. Both sides engaged in flesh-to-flesh, corner-to-corner combat, accustomed to exchanging their own flying flesh for the other's. This was the reason they lacked the subtle feints and subtle moves that have developed ten thousand years later. Even if the Dragon God's phantom still retained its consciousness, it would have fought like this.
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