Chapter 685 - Scholar Druken *oons scene of two seconds?! (1/2)

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Had this True Monarch named ‘Eight-Armed Sword Sage’ really died just like that? If they weren’t present on the site themselves, perhaps these demons of the Third and Fourth Stage would have even believed this story…

But at this time, the thousands of WTFs flas.h.i.+ng through their minds had fused into a single gigantic WTF!

Just what the f*ck was going on?!

Even though that Eight-Armed Sword Sage dropped to the ground and ‘died’, his life aura was as strong as ever, and as dazzling as the rising sun.

In addition, there was a transparent and very powerful defensive barrier covering his body. Even if all the demons of the Netherworld on the scene were to join their forces and attack him, they wouldn’t be able to harm this Eight-Armed Sword Sage at all.

That demon of the Fourth Stage that ‘killed’ him had no idea what was going on, and stood in its original place absent-mindedly. Was there something wrong with the brains of these human cultivators? Just what was happening?

Before the demons could sort their thoughts out, a heroic and sad roar was transmitted from a not too distant place.

“Eight-Armed Sword Sage!!! You b.a.s.t.a.r.ds actually dared to kill my junior brother! I’ll kill every one of you!” a man cried out with all his might while surrounded by three demons of the Fourth Stage.

The glistening of tears appeared in the dragon-like eyes of the man, and his cry was able to bring tears to one’s eyes. He was acting as if that Eight-Armed Sword Sage had died for real.

After roaring, the man released all his spiritual energy, and the powerful aura of a flood dragon spread from his body.

“I’ll kill every one of you!!! I, Dragon G.o.d Fist, vow not to rest until I’ve killed EVERY—SINGLE—ONE—OF—YOU! Today, I’ll be buried together with my junior brother!” that man with the flood dragon aura radiating from his body roared. Then, he jumped upward, and the projection of a huge flood dragon appeared behind his back!

This was a flood dragon on the verge of completing its transformation.

The murderous aura his body was emitting was shocking.

This person was also a True Monarch!

As if that wasn’t enough, he was a flood dragon that had become a True Monarch… in other words, a first-cla.s.s powerhouse amidst Sixth Stage True Monarchs! None of the six cave lords that had come over this time was going to be a match for this flood dragon of the True Monarch rank.

In the next moment, it felt as though this flood dragon of the Sixth Stage Realm known as ‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’ had activated some kind of ‘G.o.d mode’ cheat. His fists continually burst in the direction of that crowd composed of demons of the Netherworld, each fist having the projection of a flood dragon behind it.

The world was instantly filled with the cry of a dragon… as well as the pitiful cries of the demons of the Netherworld Realm.

Dammit! Can’t you get a pair of gla.s.ses?! That junior brother of yours known as ‘Eight-Armed Sword Sage’ is alive and kicking! The life aura emanating from his body is as dazzling as the sun; are you blind or something?! The demons of the Netherworld wished they could bleach the eyes of this guy called ‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’.

He was a cultivator, so he couldn’t possibly have such a bad sight, right?

Because if he really had such a bad sight, maybe they could still win!

Just as the demons of the Netherworld were about to spit out a mouthful of blood due to anger, that person called ‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’ charged toward that demon of the Fourth Stage that had ‘killed’ that ‘Eight-Armed Sword Sage’.

“Take this move of mine and die! Fist of the Tyrannical Flood Dragon!” Dragon G.o.d Fist shouted angrily. In the next moment, his fist rumbled in the air, drawing some kind of picture as he a.s.sumed the stance of a seemingly very powerful fist technique.

It took him a long time to prepare this fist technique… however, all the demons in the surrounding area felt their bodies very heavy due to the pressure emanating from the body of this ‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’. They were thus unable to seize this opportunity to attack him.

As soon as he finished drawing that picture in midair, ‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’ finally punched!

The cry of a dragon reverberated in the air, resounding throughout the whole sky!

Afterward, a lifelike flood dragon made of spiritual qi shot out of the fist of this person called ‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’, bursting toward that demon of the Fourth Stage.

“Aaaah!” Since it was overwhelmed by the pressure, that demon of the Netherworld was unable to dodge, and could only stiffly stand in its original position. As such, the flood dragon made of spiritual qi shredded it to pieces while it was still alive.

“Junior Brother, I have avenged you!” Dragon G.o.d Fist gave a long, mournful cry with tears in his eyes.

Then… less than one minute later.

‘Dragon G.o.d Fist’ got surrounded by three demons of the Third Stage, and was finally ‘unable to hold on’. The three demons continuously attacked him, tearing his daoist robe to pieces.

“Aaaaah~ Heavens, why do you want to destroy my Immaterial Cloud Sect!!!” Dragon G.o.d Fist uttered this cla.s.sic line while showing immense grief and indignation on his face.

Afterward, a lot of blood spurted out of his body, and his whole person tumbled backward, falling to the ground and ‘dying’.

Just as that Eight-Armed Sword Sage from before… although this Dragon G.o.d Fist was supposedly ‘dead’, his life aura was dazzling to the point of blinding the eyes of the nearby demons.

At the same time, a transparent defensive barrier had covered his body, protecting him from any harm.

The demons of the Netherworld were speechless.

Just what the f*ck was happening?

Had these human cultivators gone mad? Had they eaten the wrong medicine today?

But regardless of what was going on in the heads of these human cultivators, it was a good thing for the demons of the Netherworld as long as these two cultivators of the True Monarch rank lay on the ground and played dead, not attacking them.

At the very least, it would greatly reduce their casualties, and allow them to better concentrate and deal with the other human cultivators.