In the sky, Ao Mo flew toward Mohai with all his might while keeping his focus entirely on what was behind him, terrified that Ye Bufan and Xiang Longwu would catch up.
In truth, from the moment he saw the two of them, Ao Mo realized it was a trap.
Since then, he had no intention of fighting.
He had only tangled with them briefly to find a sliver of opportunity through his innate Daoist law to escape back to Mohai.
"Cunning humans, going to such lengths just to deceive this old dragon."
Looking down at Mohai below, Ao Mo finally relaxed his tense nerves and began to curse Ye Bufan and the others.
"And that Ye Bufan, I curse you to never cross your Heavenly Tribulation and never ascend to immortality."
"And that Xiang Longwu, I curse you to become a fool from your training, for your cultivation to reverse, and for your entire body to turn into a pool of blood!"
While cursing, he manipulated the black sand to form two puppets in his claws, which he repeatedly smashed as if venting a deep-seated hatred.
After venting for a while, Ao Mo felt a bit fatigued, so he let the puppets dissipate and curled his body into a coil.
"I barely managed to recover some essence blood, and now I've used it all up. Hmph, I won't take another step out of Mohai until I've returned to my peak."
Ao Mo muttered to himself before closing his eyes, intending to enter a deep sleep to restore his body.
Feeling the familiarity of the companion black sand around him, Ao Mo gradually entered a relaxed, empty state, wanting only to fall asleep.
"Wait!"
Ao Mo suddenly snapped his eyes open as an instinctive sense of dread spread rapidly from the depths of his heart to his entire body.
He tried to use his innate Daoist law to resonate with the surrounding black sand, only to find that it had no effect at all.
"An illusion?"
Realizing something was wrong, Ao Mo began to use a secret technique to stimulate his spirit, attempting to break through the delusion.
Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and the Mohai before his eyes shattered like a mirror, revealing its true appearance.
Seeing the human houses all around him, Ao Mo's fear reached its peak.
Disregarding the fact that he had just burned his essence blood, he began to burn it again, attempting to fly back to Mohai at maximum speed.
Just as he rose into the clouds, a streak of golden light shot toward him and struck him directly.
Instantly, the Dragon-Binding Lock bound Ao Mo's claws, mouth, and tail, sealing the internal energy within him as well and causing him to fall straight to the ground.
"Bufan, he cannot move for five breaths. After five breaths, he can struggle slightly, and after ten breaths, he might break free."
Seeing that the Dragon-Binding Lock had hit its mark, Elder Qi immediately sent a message to Ye Bufan.
Upon receiving the message, Ye Bufan immediately took up his spiritual sword and flew into the air.
The moment he saw Ao Mo trapped by the Dragon-Binding Lock, Ye Bufan no longer hid his presence. A soaring sword intent erupted, causing the spiritual sword beside him to hum and dance within that intent.
After one breath, the sword intent synchronized with the spiritual sword. Merging man and sword, Ye Bufan guided the spiritual sword with his fingers and charged toward the immobilized Ao Mo on the ground.
A Sword from the West—all of his sword intent poured into the spiritual sword.
Locked to the ground, Ao Mo stared with wide eyes as the murderous spiritual sword drew closer and closer, until it pierced through his left eye and exited through the right side of his skull.
The vast sword intent exploded inside the Black Dragon's body, instantly obliterating its brain and strangling Ao Mo's soul.
The black sand clinging to the dragon scales lost its spiritual essence the moment Ao Mo's soul vanished, sliding off the scales and gradually losing its black color.
The same happened to the distant Mohai. The storm subsided, and the black sand faded.
In the year 137 of the Dungeon Era, the Daxia Sword Immortal Ye Bufan slew the Black Dragon at Mohai.
Ye Bufan was the first to land beside the Black Dragon's corpse. He pulled out his spiritual sword and, after confirming the dragon was completely dead, sent a message to the others.
Xiang Longwu and Chen Xu followed close behind.
"Tsk tsk tsk, so this is a mythic-tier dragon. Even in death, it still radiates a terrifying pressure."
Chen Xu squatted down and poked the Black Dragon's corpse with his finger. Every time he touched it, an instinctive fear arose in his body, urging him to flee.
If Chen Xu's soul were to leave his body and he touched the Black Dragon with his physical form again, his body would likely run at its absolute limit just to get away.
"Hehe, a dragon this large should be enough to brew plenty of great medicine. Tell me, if I take that rod to Taikun, do you think I could trade it for some good stuff from those old guys practicing extreme yang techniques?"
Xiang Longwu was like a butcher, already calculating how much the Black Dragon's corpse could be sold for.
"If you want it, take it. According to custom, those who contributed have priority. There are four parties here: you, me, little friend Chen, and Daxia. I only need the spine to sharpen my sword."
Hearing Ye Bufan's words, Xiang Longwu looked down at Chen Xu, who was still squatting on the ground.
"Little friend Chen, Brother Ye has made his choice. What do you want?"
Seeing that he was being asked, Chen Xu stood up and pointed at himself. "I get a share too?"
He had only contributed some skeleton soldiers, yet he was allowed to take a piece of this mythic-tier dragon corpse? The sudden surprise nearly overwhelmed him.
He looked at Ye Bufan with a questioning gaze.
Ye Bufan nodded.
Having received confirmation, Chen Xu thought for a moment and said, "I want the head."
Hearing Chen Xu's choice, Xiang Longwu grinned, revealing his white teeth as he laughed loudly.
"Hahaha! Then this treasure belongs to me."
"Hmph, you youngsters sure are quick to divide the spoils, relying on your fast legs."
Qi Xuanheng's voice came from behind. The artisan had just arrived with people from the academy and Heavenly Crafts Academy.
"Elder Qi, we're just following protocol. Besides, the sooner we decide, the sooner we're done. If you have no objections, Brother Ye can start the carving."
With a dragon body over a hundred meters long, the three of them taking the head, the spine, and that extreme yang treasure left the dragon blood, meat, small bones, and scaled skin for Daxia, which was quite reasonable.
Thus, Qi Xuanheng nodded and agreed to the distribution plan.
Seeing Qi Xuanheng's approval, Ye Bufan summoned his spiritual sword.
With one strike, the head was severed.
With the second strike, Ye Bufan filled himself with true qi and condensed his sword intent, slashing from head to tail to open a large wound in the Black Dragon's corpse.
He followed with two more strikes, cutting the connections between the small bones and the spine before pulling the spine out through the air.
He then returned his sword to its scabbard.
Xiang Longwu turned to Ye Bufan, gesturing with his eyes to ask if he had missed a step.
"Chengming thinks that place is too filthy. It refuses."
The spiritual sword at his waist also emitted a chime toward Xiang Longwu, echoing Ye Bufan's words.
"Fine then."
Xiang Longwu had no choice but to do it himself. He walked to the spot and used his palm like a blade to strike.
However, after several attempts, he found that his edge wasn't sharp enough to cut through cleanly in one go. Fearing he might damage its integrity, Xiang Longwu simply transformed his palm into a claw and tore out the meat around the base along with it.
"Elder Qi, you don't mind if I take a little extra, do you?"
Qi Xuanheng waved his hand and then directed the many scholars to begin collecting the dragon's remains.
Xiang Longwu pulled out a massive crystal coffin, placed his treasure inside, and stored it back into his storage space.
Nearby, Chen Xu also stored the dragon head into his Undead Kingdom. He planned to see if he could use it to create a super abomination.
"Everyone, since the matter here is settled, I shall take my leave first."
Xiang Longwu cupped his fists toward everyone and departed.
Ye Bufan did the same, bowing before leaving on his sword.
Chen Xu also wanted to leave; he wanted to find a place to receive the inherited knowledge of the Lord of the Undead.
Just as he was about to speak, Qi Xuanheng spoke first.
"Little friend Chen, I wonder if I could trouble your undead creatures to help demolish the houses here at Mohai? After the transformation, they are no longer suitable for living."
"Furthermore, now that Mohai has been calmed, Daxia can plan a new city. The people of New Mohai will never have to live inside a dungeon fragment again."
"Does Elder Qi mean you want the skeleton army to act as a demolition crew?"
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