Chapter Fifteen: Dragon's Sword Cry!

  "Hmph, demons are heartless, they wouldn't care about the lives or deaths of those people." Ao Ting's face flashed with a hint of helplessness. Although she was also a member of the demon tribe, she had always been one who didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and would even stop those who did.

  It's been over a hundred years since I left the East Sea Dragon Palace. Although the Great War of Witch and Demon has ended, the disasters brought by the war are not so easy to eliminate in a short time. The entire vast land is filled with scattered demons and monsters, and natural disasters continue unabated!

  "Right, with your weak cultivation, how did you end up here?" Ao Tingxin looked at Yang Tianyou and asked, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

  To know that if one didn't have the law to protect oneself, it would be very difficult to escape from the clutches of evil.

  Am I weak?

  Yang Tianyou's heart flashed with a hint of disdain, in Yang Tianyou's mind, the immortal had already been imagined as an all-powerful and invincible existence. Unbeknownst to him, immortals also have strengths and weaknesses, he was only at the initial stage of his heavenly cultivation, and was merely one of the lowest-level existences on this vast and desolate land, to the point where some powerful demons could extinguish him with just a single finger.

  "Hehe, I'm just passing by and saw the girl struggling here, so I came over to take a look. Who would have thought it was actually a demonic evil spirit!" Although Yang Tianyou didn't distinguish between good and evil in his heart, he did have a sense of justice. When he said that this dark magic had devoured tens of thousands of human souls, Yang Tianyou felt extremely angry.

  Are humans in the vast wilderness really so weak?

  He was a human being himself, and now seeing his own kind in such a miserable state, how could Yang Tianyou's heart not be filled with anger.

  Although Hei Mo was at the peak of Tian Xian's cultivation, Yang Tianyou didn't have a single drop of fear, and his heart still burned with a fierce will to fight!

  "Under Yang Tianyou's leadership, I hope we can lend a helping hand to the young lady today!"

  Yang Tianyou said with a proud tone, the pride and ambition in his heart were ignited. If he couldn't even defeat a demon who was only slightly stronger than him, then... how could he face that high-and-mighty saint?

  Ao Tingxin furrowed his brow upon hearing Yang Tianyou's words, thinking to himself: This guy may not be very powerful, but this kind of confidence is rare. I really don't know where he gets the courage from. After all, this is a ruthless demonic cultivator.

  "Thank you, but it's better for you to stand aside, this is a top-notch expert from the Heavenly Immortal Peak, just one step away from becoming a true immortal. You will be in great danger." Ao Tingxin said with concern, although he didn't want to harm the man in front of him, but the fact was that no matter what, Ao Tingxin would never allow innocent people to die here.

  Because this is her battle, either dead or alive, it's all her own choice, what she wants to do is fight! Fight! Fight!

  A woman is as good as a man!

  What about women? In this world where strength is everything, strength is all that matters, whether you're a man or a woman!

  If an ordinary person heard Ao Tingxin's words, they might look down on the other party and feel ashamed. However, Yang Tianyou was different. He realized that Ao Tingxin cared about him, so he stopped talking and stood silently by, ready to fight at any moment!

  "Haha, since you insist on stopping me, then go die!" Hei Mo raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it fiercely towards Ao Ting Xin. At this moment, Hei Mo had already used 90% of his strength, he wasn't afraid of Yang Tian You standing beside him at all.

  For the dark magic that has killed countless people, there is not a hint of bloodthirst on Yang Tianyou's body. What does this explain? It can only be explained that Yang Tianyou is just an ignorant little boy who has just arrived. How can such a small person compare with himself?

  In Hei Mo's heart, he always thought that as a person who had gone through great hardships, he should be more formidable than this weak-looking scholar.

  The black long sword in Hei Mo's hand shone with a dark light as it stabbed towards Ao Ting Xin at incredible speed.

  Awu listened intently as his hands flipped once, and a silver long sword appeared in his hand. On the blade of the sword was an embossed dragon shape mark, and on the hilt were engraved two words: Dragon's Hum.

  Dragon's Roar Sword!

  "This can't be the ancestral dragon's sword, can it?! Yang Tianyou thought to himself in disbelief. The Ancestral Dragon had fallen a long time ago, but the Dragon's Humming Sword had somehow ended up in Ao Tingxin's hands. Could it be that fate had brought them together?"

  However, Yang Tianyou immediately denied it, saying that the so-called heavenly will was just a bunch of nonsense made up by those saints for their own benefit to deceive people.

  Fate is in one's own hands, and opportunity is just a euphemism for luck. Although it's elusive, it's something that can't be ignored!

  With a glance, the sword in his hand danced with flying silver lights, and a faint dragon's hum seemed to echo through the air, as if an eerie spiritual intention had entered his mind.

  This Dragon's Humming Sword was actually sealed with spiritual will, it's truly inconceivable, perhaps only a strong being above the Great Luo Golden Immortal can achieve this.

  This person must be the Dragon Ancestor, now the dragon clan is also numerous, but even the Four Seas Dragon King is only at the peak of Daluo Jinxian's cultivation, wanting to achieve Quasi-Sainthood is not that easy.

  Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Golden Immortals and high-ranking Daluo Golden Immortals participating in the Great War of Witchery.

  "Dragon's roar shakes the world!"

  A loud shout, the dragon's hum, and the sword instantly transformed into a golden dragon, shooting straight at the black devil, carrying an unstoppable aura!

  An invisible pressure spread out, Yang Tianyou couldn't help but retreat a few steps, and was pressed to the point where he couldn't breathe.

  "I really didn't think that the difference in cultivation would be so great, I'm just a beginner in the Heavenly Immortal realm, and in this battle, I can only be considered as cannon fodder. It's already not bad if I can just drag someone down with me. Having thought it through, Yang Tianyou no longer insisted on staying and quickly retreated several steps. This level of battle is still not something he can participate in at the moment, even if he had Heavenly Immortal-level cultivation, he has no combat experience whatsoever, and even if he encountered someone with similar cultivation to his own, he's not necessarily guaranteed to win."

  However, this battle was a very precious learning experience for Yang Tianyou, which was much better than watching TV. Although Yang Tianyou was now nearly a hundred meters away from the two, he still felt that terrifying aura.

  Hei Mo saw a sword aura chopping towards him, knowing the terror of this sword aura, but he didn't confront Ao Tingxin head-on. With a flash of his body, he dodged that terrifying sword aura. Just as Hei Mo flashed to the side, the mountain behind him silently shaved off half of it.

  What a terrifying sword aura!

  This is actually more like the sword energy released by a true immortal-level master!

  Yang Tianyou's eyes were shocked, this... was really very powerful! However, his eyes also flashed with a hint of frenzy, slowly burning!

  It's been collected many times and another chapter has been forced out haha!