Chaos Spirit Field

After battling Zhao Shanhe, the Yinglong Demon King felt his opponent's strength was merely average, and a playful mood began to play on him. Zhao Shanhe, after being knocked back, remained undeterred. Instead, he struggled to his feet and continued fighting. After being knocked back and thrown back so many times, his clothing was already tattered and barely covered his body.

Zhao Shanhe was now practically naked as he engaged the enemy. At that moment, he couldn't help but think of Yin Jie's magical chest wrap. If he had it, he wouldn't have to fight bare-chested.

The Yinglong Demon Emperor gazed at his unyielding opponent, his initial contempt gradually fading. He realized that Zhao Shanhe was far more formidable than he had imagined. So, he spoke, "Boy, if you will obediently hand over the Yinglong clan's inheritance, I will spare your life for the sake of the two powerful beings behind you."

However, Zhao Shanhe only smiled bitterly and responded, "Yinglong, if you hadn't killed my family, perhaps everything could still be negotiated. But now, it's too late. The Yinglong clan still dreams of passing on its legacy? That's simply wishful thinking! It's almost time to send you on your way."

The Yinglong Demon King finally noticed something was amiss. He had sent Zhao Shanhe flying countless times, yet his body remained smooth as jade, unscathed. A strong sense of danger threatened him, ignoring the risk of being targeted by two powerful reincarnations. He was determined to kill the man before him, unleashing his ultimate move: Dragon's Roar.

However, surprisingly, facing such a powerful attack, Zhao Shanhe actually changed his usual behavior and stood firmly in the same place, without moving an inch. Apart from the last bit of fig leaf that had escaped from home, he was completely unharmed.

Besides strength, Zhao Shanhe's greatest strength lies in his defense. The dragon-scale fruits he eats are mostly grown using the feces of Master Turtle as fertilizer, and each one not only increases his strength but also his defense. Furthermore, he cultivates amidst thunderstorms and strange winds, and is forged in the True Sun Fire. His defenses have surpassed Master Turtle's, approaching the level of an immortal weapon.

The Yinglong Demon King shouted in astonishment, "This is impossible! How can you remain unscathed by my dragon's roar?"

Zhao Shanhe raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a devilish smile, and responded sarcastically, "That's so damn noisy! What are you yelling about? After you're done yelling, just wait and die! Dragon Trapping Formation, activate!"

Before he could finish his words, four thick chains suddenly appeared from thin air and quickly wrapped around Yinglong Demon Emperor's limbs. Terrified, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "What the hell is going on? Where did this formation come from?"

Zhao Shanhe looked disdainful and sneered, "How dare you show off your skills in front of me? You're really showing off your skills before an expert. I had a great time fighting just now, now it's my turn."

Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, the Yinglong Demon King transformed into its massive form, its strongest form, attempting to break free. Zhao Shanhe wouldn't let him have his way. With a flash of his body, he lunged forward like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, swinging his fists and raining them down. Each punch contained a tremendous force like a tidal wave, like a crashing mountain.

Yinglong Demon King roared loudly: "Tushan Qingyao, don't help me, or you will die too."

This Dragon Trapping Formation was a temporary modification, and its power was somewhat lacking. Zhao Shanhe himself also had shortcomings. While his combat power was extraordinary, his own cultivation was too weak. Controlling the formation required expending spiritual energy. If the Yinglong Demon Emperor escaped, the situation would be completely different. He said, "Tushan Qingyao, if you don't want Daji to be resurrected, then you must take action."

Tushan Qingyao stopped and chose to stand by and watch. She said, "Yinglong Demon Emperor, for the sake of our ancestors, I, your concubine, must be sorry for you."

The Yinglong Demon King's eyes widened as he roared angrily, "Tushan Qingyao, wake up! How could Heaven allow Daji to be resurrected? Zhao Shanhe, I am willing to be your mount."

Zhao Shanhe raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smug smile. "Finally, you've surrendered. Who else but me can tame a demon king as a mount? Hand over the soul contract now, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Before he finished speaking, a bright red light appeared out of nowhere. Zhao Shanhe simply didn't believe that the Yinglong Demon King would obediently hand over the soul contract. Even if it was truly a soul contract, he would never accept it.

What the Yinglong Demon Emperor handed over was not a soul contract, but a slave contract! Once Zhao Shanhe clicked to confirm, he would instantly become a slave.

However, ideals are beautiful and reality is cruel. The Demon King Yinglong was waiting for Zhao Shanhe to be fooled, but what he got was a fatal blow from the Taoist Shanhe Sword!

With a crackling sound, the Mountain River Blade shattered under the immense force, having finally completed its mission before being destroyed. A massive dragon head separated from the main body. Zhao Shanhe slumped to the ground, exhausted, watching helplessly as a red light penetrated his brow, unable to stop it.

That red light is the soul of the Yinglong Demon King. His behavior is no different from sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth. The Chaos Spirit Field will teach him a lesson.

Zhao Shanhe took out a pill and swallowed it, replenishing the depleted spiritual energy in his body. He saw Tushan Qingyao approaching and said, "Tushan Qingyao, you still have some self-awareness. As long as I am alive, Daji will not die. Go away."

Seeing Tushan Qingyao pause, Zhao Shanhe finally felt relieved. The other party had finally shown some restraint and held back. At this moment, he was exhausted, his spiritual power depleted. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator could easily kill him.

One had to admit that Zhao Shanhe's combat prowess was indeed immense, and his defensive abilities were also quite astonishing. However, he also had a fatal weakness—his low cultivation level resulted in an extremely fragile soul. He feared soul attacks the most. You have to know that the Chaos Spirit Field only absorbs fertilizer, not any form of attack.

Zhao Shanhe gazed at Tushan Qingyao's receding figure, a wave of hesitation building within him. He had now regained some of his spiritual energy, and after careful consideration, he ultimately abandoned the idea of keeping her. First, he wasn't absolutely certain; second, he was concerned for his family's safety; and third, the astonishing blow he'd struck had not only slain the Yinglong Demon King but also destroyed the formation. The most sensible thing to do now was to leave before the smoke completely cleared.

When the smoke cleared, the onlookers saw the giant dragon's body, split in two, suddenly vanish, presumably having been taken away. Zhao Shanhe, the continent's foremost genius, also vanished from the spot, as if he had never been there.

Qin Batian, leader of the Southern Continent Alliance, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "This is the legendary earth escape technique. Even the aura can be escaped. It's truly amazing."

The person in charge of the gambling stone conference sent by the Chamber of Commerce said, "Brother Qin, that giant dragon corpse just now seems to be the Yinglong Demon King. The young are truly formidable."

Qin Batian said in surprise: "Brother Qian, are you sure?"

"Judging from his size, even if he's not the Yinglong Demon King, he's still a Yinglong at the peak of the Demon King level. There's a reason why Zhao Shanhe is favored by these two reincarnated beings."