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Chapter 1540: True Dragon Bloodline

The white poison qi collided with the flying sword and the several blood-colored tentacles.

The moment the flying sword pierced the poison qi, its blade trembled violently, its originally clear, crisp resonance turning dull and muffled.

The spiritual light coating the sword dimmed visibly, as if rapidly corroded and dissolved by the white poison qi.

The flying sword’s forward momentum abruptly faltered, as if it had plunged into a mire, struggling to advance.

The situation for the blood-colored tentacles that Song Wen had summoned was equally dire.

Upon contact with the white poison qi, the tentacles emitted hissing sounds before shattering violently, dissolving into droplets of blood that were swiftly corroded by the poison qi.

A hint of human-like mockery flickered in the Ghost-Faced demonic python’s pale, vertical pupils.

It was as if it were saying, How dare mere blood food resist… Utterly overestimating yourselves!

Perhaps fearing the poison qi would taint the taste of its blood food, it refrained from further attacking with the white poison qi. Instead, its massive head shot upward, shattering the poison mist. Its gaping maw lunged toward the two figures.

“Retreat!”

Song Wen and Rong Shao instantly retreated.

Simultaneously, a torrent of blood surged from the blood sea beneath Song Wen’s feet, instantly engulfing the area ahead for dozens of zhang.

Bang!

The Ghost-Faced demonic python’s massive head plunged into the blood sea.

The blood sea churned violently, nearly shattering, but under Song Wen’s full exertion, it barely held together.

Then, the blood sea desperately squeezed inward, attempting to crush the python’s head; it also extended tentacles of varying sizes, trying to burrow into the python’s mouth, nostrils, and eyes.

Sensing the fatal threat, the Ghost-Faced demonic python recoiled, wrenching its head free from the blood sea with sheer force.

Song Wen couldn’t help but feel a flicker of disappointment.

But there was nothing he could do.

The surrounding nether ghost qi restricted his divine sense and the power of the Blood Sea Seal. Despite his full exertion, the blood sea, only dozens of meters wide, could barely unleash one or two percent of the Blood Sea Seal’s true might.

Moreover, the Ghost-Faced demonic python’s body was too massive. The narrow blood sea was utterly insufficient to contain it. The part of its serpentine body outside the blood sea simply needed to exert a little force to forcibly pull its head out.

“This beast is only at the peak seventh-tier, yet its strength is so immense?” Rong Shao said, his voice filled with disbelief.

Rong Shao’s confusion went unanswered by Song Wen, for he shared the same bewilderment.

The Ghost-Faced demonic python’s white poison qi easily trapped Rong Shao’s natal magic treasure, the flying sword. Moreover, its physical body was surprisingly resilient—even with its head ensnared by the blood sea and Song Wen channeling all his strength, the blood sea failed to crush its skull.

Gu Que’s voice immediately resolved Song Wen’s doubts.

“This beast carries a True Dragon Bloodline, and it’s exceptionally pure. Although it hasn’t awakened any of the True Dragon’s innate divine abilities, this has greatly enhanced its poison qi and physical body. Its flesh likely rivals that of ordinary eighth-tier demonic beasts.”

“Boom!”

As Gu Que’s voice faded, a thunderous explosion suddenly rang out.

A massive snake tail, carrying immense force, slammed into the blood sea before Song Wen.

The blood sea shattered like glass, erupting into foul-smelling blood foam that splattered in all directions!

Song Wen’s expression turned grim as he felt a violent energy surge, carrying the blood foam, sweep toward him.

Fortunately, the Gui Cang Heavy Shield blocked the energy impact, posing no threat to him. However, the force sent him flying backward at triple his usual speed.

Song Wen swiftly formed hand seals.

In an instant, dark clouds churned violently within the pitch-black ghost qi above.

Within the dark clouds, strands of dark golden lightning flickered.

Crack!

The strands of lightning converged, transforming into a thunderous serpent as thick as a man’s waist. It burst through the clouds’ restraints, plunging straight toward the Ghost-Faced demonic python below.

The Ghost-Faced demonic python looked up at the sky and unleashed a blast of white poison qi, meeting the descending lightning.

Rumble—

The lightning and white poison qi clashed, erupting in a deafening explosion.

This time, the once-invincible white poison qi met its natural enemy and was instantly torn apart.

The lightning pierced through the dissipating poison qi and struck the Ghost-Faced demonic python’s skull.

Dark golden thunderlight erupted, engulfing the massive snake’s head in an instant.

Screech!

A piercing, furious hiss echoed from within the thunderlight.

Suddenly, the massive snake’s head thrashed violently within the thunderlight, shaking the thunderlight apart into ten thousand dark golden fireflies that scattered and annihilated the surrounding ghost qi.

The scales on the snake’s head where the lightning had struck were charred and curled, revealing the raw, crimson flesh beneath.

Its vertical pupils blazed with savage fury as they fixed on Song Wen standing not far away.

Clearly, though the lightning hadn’t truly injured it, it had caused it considerable pain.

“Its physical body truly lives up to its reputation as being comparable to an eighth-tier demonic beast. It endured a full strike from the Haotian Divine Thunder and only suffered superficial wounds.”

As Song Wen thought this, he gave the Ghost-Faced demonic python no chance to recover. The center of his brow suddenly flashed, and nine transparent blades shot out.

There was a consensus in the Immortal Cultivation World: the more formidable a demon beast’s physical body, the weaker its soul.

Since neither mystic treasures nor thunder magic could harm it, a divine sense attack was their only option.

The nine transparent blades pierced effortlessly between the Ghost-Faced demonic python’s eyes.

“Hiss—!”

The massive body of the demonic python froze abruptly, then erupted in a shriek far sharper than before, nearly piercing Song Wen and his companion’s eardrums.

Its mountain-sized head thrashed wildly left and right, as if trying to shake out the invisible blades that had invaded its divine soul.

Its thick, serpentine body flailed uncontrollably, churning the surrounding nether ghost qi into a turbulent frenzy.

The sudden divine soul attack clearly caused it immense pain.

Yet its consciousness remained remarkably clear. The fierce light in its pale vertical pupils burned no less intensely as it glared at Song Wen.

Song Wen’s heart sank.

These nine God-Slaying Thorns had consumed nearly half his divine sense power, yet they had failed to critically injure the Ghost-Faced demonic python!

It seemed the pure True Dragon Bloodline within him had significantly strengthened his soul.

In Song Wen’s sea of consciousness, the black hole suddenly showered silver-white light particles that sank into the depths of the sea.

Song Wen was using the Soul Source Essence to nourish his divine soul, aiming to rapidly restore his depleted divine sense power.

Seeing this, Shadow Void suddenly spoke.

“Master, shall I intervene?”

“No need,” Song Wen replied after a slight hesitation.

Outside, Song Wen glanced at Rong Shao beside him.

With Rong Shao present, he didn’t want to reveal Shadow Void’s existence.

They were far from being at their last resort, so there was no need to reveal all his trump cards.

A ten-foot-thick tentacle suddenly erupted from the blood sea beneath Song Wen’s feet.

The tentacle shot forward, piercing the rock wall not far to the right.

The two had descended along the cliff face earlier, and despite the Ghost-Faced demonic python’s attack, they remained close to the wall.

The Blood-colored Tentacle easily pierced the rock.

“Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, follow me!”

With that, Song Wen put away the Gui Cang Heavy Shield and charged into the hole carved by the tentacle, following closely behind.

The end of the tentacle continued to burrow deeper into the rock wall.

(End of the Chapter)