World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 620: A Heavy Blow to the Dragon Fiend!

"Die!"

Past the atmosphere of the Fengli Sect's qi planet, Long Aotian churned and twisted as he pursued Wang Sheng, who was as small as a grain of rice compared to his dragon form.

The fiend roared again and again as he rained down claw phantasms relentlessly on the fleeing sword cultivator ahead. Meanwhile, the sword cultivator kept releasing arcs of lightning and flashing to the other end of each one, narrowly and repeatedly evading the fiend's divine ability.

Ever since he returned to his original form, Long Aotian had seemed even more enraged. As though intending to tear space itself apart, he never relented with his offense.

"Die, Little Thief!"

The dragon fiend opened his enormous jaws and spewed a mouthful of purple fiend fire. The flames raged forward almost instantly, reaching Wang Sheng's back and threatening to engulf him.

Wang Sheng, who had been speeding forward to evade, abruptly turned around and swung Spiritless. A hundred zhang of sword radiance burst out of the sword, severing the flames!

A slowly rotating Tai Chi diagram then appeared under Wang Sheng's feet. He bent his legs and launched himself off it. Ripples spread from it as he shot straight toward the dragon fiend!

Long Aotian smirked with a trace of mockery and opened his jaws wide. Abandoning all flashy techniques, he unleashed his strongest divine ability!

Sky Devourer!

The head of the dragon fiend, who was already tens of thousands of zhang long, expanded tenfold. His massive body also vanished, leaving behind only an enormous dragon head that looked capable of swallowing an entire planet!

Purple flames burned deep within the dragon's throat. Everything within several thousand li in front of him was shrouded in a black aura, which then rapidly contracted.

At that moment, Wang Sheng felt two overwhelming forces acting upon him, one pushing and one pulling. It was as though space itself had clamped down on him, dragging him toward the dragon's maw. No matter how much of his immortal power surged or how much he used Spiritless, he could not move even the slightest bit!

Nevertheless, Wang Sheng still looked calm and cold.

Long Aotian had opened his jaws, unleashed his strongest divine ability, and pulled Wang Sheng to less than a hundred meters from the edge of his mouth in merely a few seconds. However, just as Wang Sheng was about to be sucked into the dragon's rapidly closing jaws, a small wooden sword emerged from Wang Sheng's chest.

The wooden sword shook lightly, and the forces binding its owner instantly vanished. Afterward, Spiritless trembled violently in his right hand as his Dual-Polarity Sword Intent surged forth. Twelve Tai Chi diagrams appeared one after another before Wang Sheng, only to be smashed apart by his swift advance!

Upon covering thirty-six meters, Wang Sheng went from a rapid fall to a complete halt. Lightning crackled from his left hand as he appeared at the end of a lightning bolt, narrowly avoiding the dragon's plummeting upper jaw!

Even as the colossal dragon head closed its jaws like a celestial body imploding, Wang Sheng didn't dare relent. He locked onto the dragon's eyes and, using Soaring Red Feathers, flew straight toward them!

Long Aotian's heart cried out in alarm. He tried to open his jaws again.

Having unleashed the unity of man and sword, Wang Sheng had become as strong as a Heavenly Immortal. Moreover, Soaring Red Feathers was an ancient technique refined from the secret art of the Golden Crow's royal clan. At full power, it truly resembled a killing strike!

Like a thread of condensed flames, it erupted from the tip of the dragon's nose and charged straight toward the dragon's left eye, which resembled a vast lake!

Wang Sheng swayed as he charged. Long Aotian's enormous dragon head struggled desperately to retreat, but it was completely futile!

No divine ability was truly flawless, after all.

Even the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art's final and ultimate technique wasn't perfect. It required excessive preparation time, and grasping the right moment to use it was difficult.

Long Aotian's Sky Devourer was tremendously powerful in his enlarged form. He could even swallow a slightly smaller celestial body, so long as he was not afraid of the karmic debt he'd incur by slaughtering countless living beings. However, it prevented him from moving freely, and he needed a long time before he could revert to his true form.

Wang Sheng was naturally unaware of this. He merely seized the opportunity!

After all, the dragon head was simply too enormous. Even with Soaring Red Feathers, it still took him a moment to reach the eye. Had he advanced even a moment later, Long Aotian would have been able to retreat.

Opportunities to deal decisive blows were rare and brief, though. There was no room for setup or assumptions.

Charging in to kill, Wang Sheng opened his right hand, allowing Spiritless to shoot forward on its own. Gripping the small wooden sword tightly, he swayed up, down, left, and right. Sword phantasms bloomed from his hand, forming the outline of a lotus!

Green Lotus Ultimate!

All Long Aotian could do now was close his eyes. His massive eyelid dropped swiftly, making it seem as though a massive curtain of sky had fallen!

It closed just in time to deflect Spiritless away. Despite having no sense of sharpness, though, the lotus that came after it instantly melted a path into the thick hide of the dragon's eyelid as if it were nothing!

Wang Sheng followed closely behind. Immortal power and spiritual power surged through him and poured into the small wooden sword. The lotus spun faster and faster, piercing through the eyelid's muscles almost instantly and leaving behind a long tunnel!

The lotus bloomed afterward, revealing a sword phantasm that shot straight ahead!

With his left hand in front of him, Wang Sheng braced himself and retreated sharply. From all over him, six flying swords shot out in streaks of pure-white immortal light. With a sweep of his left hand, they slashed wildly at the surroundings!

A draconic roar echoed in all directions. Right after, Wang Sheng felt violent tremors below. His Green Lotus Ultimate had stabbed into the dragon's eye!

Like a dam bursting, dark-purple fiend blood shot up!

Wang Sheng ascended as his six flying swords circled him, relentlessly cutting into the dragon's thick hide around him.

Long Aotian shrieked repeatedly. He widened his right eye, which was now bloodshot, and fired an extremely quick beam of flames out of his left eye. Immediately after, fiend blood began pouring from every corner of his left eye.

A faint sword phantasm burst out from the back of his head, leaving a terrifying lotus-shaped hole.

It pierced through just like that?

Wang Sheng was surprised, yet he didn't stop even for a moment.

Strike and finish him while he's down!

He shot up, twisted midflight, and briefly used Soaring Red Feathers to build momentum. Right after, he tightly gripped the Dragon Sword and drew it from his back with force. White flames blazed along its blade as Pure Yang Immortal Power surged forth.

Thirty-Six Dragon-Slaying Strikes!

Wang Sheng spun rapidly. Borrowing the force of his momentum, he plummeted like a wheel of wind and fire, crashing into the dragon's forehead.

At that moment, the massive head abruptly shrank, deflating like a punctured balloon. From being as vast as a celestial body, it was instantly reduced to only a hundred zhang in diameter. The dragon's body reappeared as well, though it was now only a thousand zhang long.

The head's sudden decrease in size widened the distance between Long Aotian and Wang Sheng. The gap allowed the dragon fiend to swing his tail and retreat at astonishing speed, clearly attempting to flee toward the ancient battlefield.

However, Wang Sheng was no longer hindered by a major difference in their cultivation realms. With the extreme speed of Soaring Red Feathers, whether Long Aotian could escape depended entirely on Wang Sheng's mood.

Even Wang Sheng himself had not expected to gain the upper hand so easily. He had assumed this would be a grueling battle and had already prepared himself to sustain severe injuries just to kill Long Aotian.

He truly had not anticipated this outcome.

In his desire to end the fight quickly, Long Aotian had rushed to use Sky Devourer, his strongest divine ability. Unbeknownst to the old dragon, Wang Sheng had a strange little wooden sword for protection. It could effortlessly break even the mind-controlling divine abilities of Golden Immortals or Taiyi Golden Immortals. Naturally, a Heavenly Immortal Realm fiend's innate divine ability was no match for it.

The sword's only flaw was that it was somewhat small. If it were three chi long, it could rightly be considered impervious to all arts and untouchable by any god. It might even be able to stabilize its wielder's heavenly fate and ward off endless calamities.

The fiend's miscalculation, combined with Wang Sheng's decisiveness, abruptly turned their fight into a pursuit.

With the gaping wound on the back of Long Aotian's head refusing to heal and close, blood just kept spilling from the hole. Moreover, though he kept his left eye tightly shut, countless streams of blood still flowed down from under its eyelid.

Had Wang Sheng been at the Heavenly Immortal Realm when he used the unity of man and sword, his strike earlier would have been strong enough to produce one of Haotian's favorite Heavenly Court dishes: Dragon Brain Blossom.

However, Haotian had eaten actual dragons in those days. Long Aotian was merely a dragon fiend with mottled fiend energy. The texture would certainly be unappetizing.

Not only was the fiend wounded physically, but his fiend spirit was also injured. Wang Sheng's Green Lotus Ultimate had pierced through his Heavenly Abode. Waves of dizziness now washed over him relentlessly, causing him to gradually slow down.

The Golden Crow shrieked and attacked from behind. Long Aotian could only twist to evade, yet what greeted him was brilliant sword radiance and crisscrossing sword energy. Dense purple fiend light erupted from his scales, blocking every incoming attack.

However, the six immortal swords, though seemingly flying at random, had been searching for his vital points. The Flying Clouds soon began to pierce into the gaps between its scales. Following Yaoyun's reminder, Wang Sheng also started looking for Long Aotian's reverse scale, beneath which was his Primordial Spirit.

Wang Sheng now wielded two swords. In his right hand was Spiritless, which he used to launch relentless assaults. In his left hand, he gripped the Dragon Sword and delivered heavy, powerful attacks that made the dragon fiend sway.

Long Aotian continued to slow down, while Wang Sheng's onslaught grew ever more ferocious.

Just as Wang Sheng intended to use Green Lotus Ultimate from right in front of his target again, the dragon opened his mouth and spat out a banner. Fiendish energy howled across it as purple pythons flew out from within, lunging straight at Wang Sheng.

Was he a snake spirit before?

Wang Sheng spun like a whirlwind as he swung the Dragon Sword. He shot out one sword radiance after another, swiftly slicing apart the purple snake phantasms.

Two Flying Clouds had already reached the banner from its left. Holding Spiritless, Wang Sheng traced complex runes in the air and softly exclaimed, "The sword has no beginning, the sword has no end. By the power of heaven and earth, Wind-Chasing Dual Swords!"

The two Flying Clouds flashed as they released swift sword radiance, shredding the banner into fragments almost instantly. Wang Sheng then lunged forward.

While the sword cultivator was momentarily distracted, Long Aotian widened the distance between them. Even so, it was futile.

Soaring Red Feathers!

Flames shot skyward. Not only did Wang Sheng not slow in the slightest, but the killing intent in his eyes also reached its peak.

Long Aotian cursed inwardly. Hoping to buy some time to escape, he spat out one treasure after another, turning them into streaks of light that smashed toward Wang Sheng. As long as he could flee into the ancient battlefield, his chances of survival would increase.

However, not one of his unique treasures managed to stop Wang Sheng even a little. Moreover, the Dragon Sword now gleamed coldly. Long Aotian felt a sudden chill around his reverse scale, which was under his mane.

Am I going to die in the hands of this little thief? That's impossible! My cultivation is a lot more profound!