Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 618 9: Eating Dragon Meat, Drinking Dragon Blood, Heroes Divided

The bridge has collapsed.

The Hanging Sword Bridge ultimately couldn't stop Mo-jiao, but most of the force of the flood peak has already dissipated. At this moment, a tiger's roar resounded, and Lu Shanjun's figure leaped out. His domineering palm power split the waves, meeting the dragon once again with a strike.

Bone and Joint Separation Technique.

Lu Shanjun's tiger claw forcibly tore a large chunk of flesh and blood from Mo-jiao, along with dragon scales. Both sides collided, spitting blood. Mo-jiao borrowed Lu Shanjun's domineering palm power to leap into the air for over a hundred yards, like a swimming dragon, directly surpassing the mountain ahead to fall back into the flood peak.

Although this palm strike caused great injury, Lu Shanjun's palm power actually sent it on its way. It's clear this Mo-jiao is quite extraordinary; even under siege by many top experts, it can still escape unscathed.

Lu Shanjun's Qinggong is lacking; he fell into the mountain stream and was directly swept away by the floodwaters. After escaping, he could no longer catch up.

"Could this Mo-jiao really have a chance to transform into a dragon!"

Once it's entered the rivers, it's very difficult to trap it.

Lu Shanjun gathered Dragon Blood, taking the ripped skin and flesh with him. He travels the world unafraid of making enemies. If the jiao wants to transform into a dragon, it shouldn't bypass its tribulation—what nonsense is transforming into a dragon.

"This should be enough for the young brother to have a good meal."

"These dragon scales can make a pair of palm guards."

Lu Shanjun is not greedy. That young man taught him how to be a person, traveled with him, and he still owes him a meal of dragon meat.

Lu Shanjun never owes anyone.

The dragon has already gone far. Those who can keep up are still chasing the flood peak; those who cannot have mostly given up, hoping to pick up some scattered dragon scales. Lu Shanjun swaggered past, carrying a large piece of dragon skin and dragon flesh like showing off a trophy, with no one daring to make a move to snatch it.

Anyone who dared to covet the trophy ripped from the dragon's body alive must first weigh their own capability.

"No."

"I must find a superior Qinggong, otherwise I can't catch up with strong enemies."

Lu Shanjun's expression showed regret; the dragon had no intention to engage him in a deadly fight, and his domineering palm power could not be fully unleashed.

Not long after.

A beautiful lady in a dark palace attire also returned, with a few palm-sized dark dragon scales in hand, her expression quite solemn. Upon seeing Lu Shanjun, she said, "Mountain Monarch."

"The Mo-jiao has already entrered the river."

"It seems it really has a chance to escape into the sea."

Lu Shanjun nodded slightly, his expression calm as he said, "If it wants to become a dragon, it must face its tribulation."

"We are its tribulation."

"What is there to fear."

The strange people and eccentrics who entered this place, whether alive or dead, none of them were innocent; each had their karma. The ones who suffered were the ordinary people displaced and killed by the passing flood peak.

No need to be afraid.

Lu Shanjun prefers to battle dragons. Isn't there a saying called 'Dragon and Tiger Fight,' meaning the dragon and the tiger are bound to fight someday.

Lu Shanjun, though not long into the world, has already learned to misuse idioms.

Clearly, he learns fast in being human.

He's also learned an idiom called 'Dragon Pool and Tiger Den,' meaning you can go to the Tiger's Den today and break into the Dragon's Pool tomorrow, which is a form of praise for your strength.

Lu Shanjun takes great pride in this; he learns phrases related to dragons and tigers quickly.

Dangshan Dragon Pool.

The Mo-jiao emerged to face tribulation, leaving this place vacant; for thousands of miles, the snake and insect species are raring to move. Not only is there a large, poison-emanating white snake, but after the mountain stream flood, a gigantic centipede has also appeared. Nearby Jianghu people turned pale, hurriedly swallowing antidote pills if they had them, and those without quickly grabbing their belongings and running.

Snakes, insects, rats, ants, all sorts of mountain spirits and malevolent beings appeared.

In front of the Dragon Pool, the handsome young man remained calm and unhurried. Facing the toxic miasma that the large white snake sprayed, he held his breath, stabbing straight with a long spear, then swept horizontally to force the enormous creature back. His gaze had a touch of regret as he glanced deeper into the Jiao Pool, sighing, "Perhaps it's impossible to go down."

"There are many snakes below!"

Indeed.

Within a few breaths, Jianghu people who descended into the Jiao Pool let out wretched screams. Thousands of venomous snakes emerged from who knows where, flooding the pool. Even Qinggong couldn't dodge them—a single bite and the poison took effect.

The large white snake, driven back by the young man, seemed to possess Spirituality, quite wary of his Barbaric Power.

This person's strange strength is astonishing!

This actually reminds it of the two people fighting for the world during Qin and Han periods—one was blessed with Innate Divine Power able to lift cauldrons, the other, after drinking heavily, slashed the white snake. Neither was easy to deal with.

Upon gaining Spirit Communication, it knew white snakes should steer clear of such people.

Vicious indeed.

"There's another large snake below!"

The Jianghu people descended as quickly as they are now fleeing.

A large blue snake surfaced in the Jiao Pool, over ten yards long, exceptionally fierce, somewhat resembling a bamboo viper, with venom even more potent than the white snake's.

Oh?

Have both Little White and Little Green come?

The young man suddenly discovered that the mountain spirits and ghostly entities around seemed more numerous than the Jianghu people. The Mo-jiao vacated space; the earth's Spiritual Energy had a spring, attracting countless monsters and fiends.

Leave!

An 'Red Poison' Mark quietly appeared, yet it was the toxic fog gathering, resembling a miasma enveloping the place.

Staying here longer would be lethal with the poison.

The young man hurriedly collected bodies, while Fu Jianhan mimicked his actions. The bright-eyed young woman wielded a sword to guard them, watching around warily. They rifled through over ten corpses, the young man flipping out a swordsmanship manual which he casually tossed to Fu Jianhan not far away.

He is quite adept at body searching, having survived the Jianghu with no school or affiliation, relying entirely on the Dharma Gate to gather funds. The sixteen flags of the northern bandits were his first barrel of gold in fortune.