Long Qingyan wasn't done yet! As his vital energy surged, his body crackled with snapping sounds. A swath of violet dragon scales emerged, gradually enveloping him completely.
It was like adding another layer of defense beneath celestial battle armor.
Those familiar with the Southern Divine Dragon Realm knew this was their famed Dragon Devil Transformation. It enhanced their clan's attack, speed, and defense—a complete augmentation.
Even Long Qinyang's face and the back of his head were covered with these scales. His head transformed subtly, turning him into a draconian—a dragon's head on a man's body.
In this way, even the scar on his right cheek was concealed beneath the scales.
"ROAR!" He let out a deep draconic growl. Clutching the five-foot Palm Sword in one hand, his entire body burst into violet flames. The Dragon Devil Clan truly had power to spare.
Long Qinyang's eyes held more disdain and amusement. He looked at Feng Yao with a condescending gaze, as if she was already defeated.
"You really are the perfect plaything," Long Qinyang chuckled, shrugging.
"Screw you!" Feng Yao was quick to anger, and now her fury was explosive. Whom had she provoked? Did she have to be targeted just for walking down the street?
It was Long Qinyang's gaze—that domineering look of those from the Southern Divine Dragon Realm that seemed to dictate her fate—that enraged her beyond measure.
"Go to hell!" Feng Yao's rage swelled until it consumed her entire being.
The Corona above her head suddenly transformed into a lifelike sanguine dragon, surging with three kinds of tribulation powers, proving her cultivation was inferior to that of Long Qinyang.
"Heh." Seeing this, Long Qinyang grew more confident. His nine-foot frame shook; like a dragon-shaped behemoth, he swung his sword to strike her down.
Feng Yao stared coldly at him and instantly drew her Heaven Devourer Bow fully. As the blood dragons coiled around her, she became utterly cold. Her anger was no longer felt. Only the ultimate killing intent of the Mortal Dust Devil remained.
"Burning Snow North Wind," she uttered through crimson lips.
Before the arrow was loosed, the Swallowing Heaven grade celestial technique from the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm was already unleashed.
Burning Snow North Wind was the signature move of the Snow Lineage.
Yet, in Feng Yao's hands, inheriting the fine traditions of Yun Xiao, the move transformed noticeably.
The Burning Snow became Burning Blood. Within the scope of her celestial technique, a blood-red storm erupted. Crimson snowflakes swirled and condensed, instantly forming hundreds of blood-colored tornadoes.
These tornadoes formed a scarlet prison, trapping Long Qinyang within. Each blood-red snowflake was like a blade, violently slashing toward him.
"She's only in the Third Baptism Realm. How is she that strong already?" Long Qinyang muttered.
He hadn't expected this Yin Devil archer to be so skilled, possessing such talent in celestial techniques. He had always defeated opponents beyond his level, but today someone was trying to surpass him.
Long Qinyang frowned but felt no fear. His violet Vorona blazed, morphing into a spherical shield adorned with dragon patterns, enveloping him completely.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The crimson snowflakes, numbering in the millions, bombarded the dragon-patterned shield in an instant, causing it to tremble violently.
"Good attempt, but..." Long Qinyang gritted his teeth and growled, his face contorted with ferocity. Shielded by his Corona, he charged toward Feng Yao. "Once an archer is within reach, you're as good as dead!"
BOOM! With the five-foot Sword Soul in hand, he moved like a raging dragon, pressing through the blood-red storm toward Feng Yao with overwhelming force.
"Let go, you worthless scum!" Long Qinyang's spirit was utterly panicked. He hadn't expected this young man to be an Anima Immortal, capable of seizing his unmanifested spirit.
"Me, worthless?" Yun Xiao was bemused.
"Who else? Hiding behind a woman and still trying to act tough?" Long Qinyang had lost all composure; despite his usual arrogance, his voice now quavered.
"Look," Yun Xiao said, holding Long Qinyang's spirit as if it were a small chick.
Then Long Qinyang saw Feng Yao in high spirits. She rummaged through his corpse and pulled out a little thumb-sized flask. Skipping happily over to Yun Xiao, she exclaimed excitedly, "Here! This is the Heavenly Dragon Saliva I promised you. I kept my word, didn't I?"
"That's all? Far from enough," Yun Xiao said with a smile as he accepted the small flask.
"You're so greedy!" Feng Yao playfully slapped his chest, her face flushed with shyness.
Her radiant beauty was a stark contrast to her earlier cold demeanor, which only tore at Long Qinyang's heart even more.
"See that? Supreme Yin Cauldron or whatever... she's my precious little treasure," Yun Xiao said to Long Qinyang with a grin.
"Who are you talking to? Haven't you sent him off yet?" Feng Yao realized, blushing slightly.
Since the spirit hadn't manifested and she wasn't an Anima Immortal, she couldn't see it clearly.
Hearing this, Long Qinyang completely broke down. He finally understood that their relationship wasn't Yun Xiao hiding behind her strength; instead, this terrifyingly powerful Supreme Yin Cauldron was actually by his side.
"Who... what are you?" Long Qinyang roared in despair.
He couldn't fathom what was special about this young man. Wasn't he just a country bumpkin entering the city? Where did he get the audacity to kill his pursuers and then take down a high-ranking disciple like himself?
Yun Xiao didn't reply but crouched down instead.
Right before Long Qinyang's spirit, he stripped the corpse of all valuables. Then, he had Feng Yao refine Long Qinyang's blood. Finally, Yun Xiao swallowed the Seed of Creation and absorbed his sword bone. Now, the Heaven Burial Sword Soul sported 330 Sword Prisons!
Throughout the entire process, Long Qinyang watched, his spirit trembling, his mind utterly shattered.
"Consider yourself lucky; if my two corpse demon maids, Youyou and Susu, were here, you wouldn't even have your flesh left," Yun Xiao said.
He then used the Heaven Burial Sword Soul to incinerate Long Qinyang's corpse completely.
"Nonono... NO!." Long Qinyang's spirit screamed helplessly, his eyes nearly bursting. Consumed by hatred, he roared madly, "You're dead! And that woman—her fate is to be utterly ruined by millions of Dragon Devil Clan members! Your end will be 10,000 times worse than mine!"
"Oh, is that so?" Yun Xiao had intended to send him off, but hearing this, he chuckled. "Then I'll keep you around and see whether you succeed, or whether I slay millions of your kind until your race is extinct."
"Hahaha..." Long Qinyang laughed maniacally, mocking and sneering. What kind of delusional dream is this? Did he really dare? His laughter shook his spirit. Finally, with a sinister voice, he said, "Enough, I won't toy with you anymore. Do you know why your ambush tonight failed?"
"Go ahead, tell me," Yun Xiao replied.
Long Qinyang smirked darkly. "I don't like leaving loose ends. Even though I came to inform him personally, before that, I already sent your images to the Young Dragon Lord. Hahaha..."
As his words fell, sounds of commotion came from the direction of the Sun-Moon Star Tower. Clearly, people were approaching.