"This child's a monster, he absolutely cannot be allowed to break through successfully, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Ye Xing shouted urgently, his hawk-like eyes full of cold killing intent.

At this moment, Li Chen was in a state of deep slumber, essentially devoid of any resistance. Killing him now would be like taking something out of a bag.

And by killing him, I could get everything I want, the position of Chief Disciple, and even that of the future Sect Leader.

Thinking of this, Ye Xing's eyes were filled with intense heat and greed.

"Li Chen, go to hell!"

He abruptly raised the magic sword in his hand, slashing a stunning rainbow towards Li Chen.

"Roar!"

In this life-or-death moment, a stream of light leapt out from the depths of the void, standing in front of Li Chen.

"Jiao Long?"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

The owner of that stream of light was Little Dragon.

Little Dragon looked back at its master, then at the ferocious Ye Xing and his group, making a "woo woo" sound, seemingly in a plea.

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you too!"

Ye Xing, eyes bloodshot with rage, glared fiercely and slashed out another sharp Sword Rainbow.

Little Dragon showed no intention of moving aside, its belly claws swirling with a mass of thunder, smashing forward fiercely.

"Crack!"

Thunder and Sword Rainbow collided on the spot, splashing a flurry of sparks.

"This Jiao Long's bloodline isn't weak, it's actually awakened Thunder Based Divine Powers!"

Lei Tian, the Chief Disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, cried out in greedy astonishment on seeing the Jiao Long unleash thunder.

Then he took out a Luo Net encircled with layers of lightning and tossed it towards the Jiao Long.

This is the Thunder Net, a top-grade Thunder Attribute Magical Treasure, that traps the target within and releases lightning to instantly disable it.

It looked like he was thrilled with his catch and wanted to capture the Jiao Long alive to take back.

However, Jiao Long was naturally unafraid of thunder. The Thunder Net on its body was just like a monk putting on a Kasaya, indifferent.

Then, its sword-sharp claws clawed a few times forcefully, tearing the Thunder Net to shreds.

"This Demon Beast has been raised by Li Chen and is very loyal, you won't be able to subdue it!"

Seeing Lei Tian's failure, Ye Xing immediately mocked coldly.

"Everyone, time is of the essence, let's attack together, kill this beast, and then Li Chen!"

Before he finished speaking, his magic sword shone dazzlingly, like Bai Hong shooting through the sun, slashing straight past.

Monk Wuhua clasped his hands together, chanting "Amitabha Buddha", also condensing a Buddha Seal mid-air, heading towards the Jiao Long.

Shangguan Changhong, Bai Yunfeng, Luot Ziming, and other Heavenly Prides all displayed their Divine Skills.

For a time, all sorts of Magical Treasures, sword blades, and lights filled the Ascending Dragon Platform, surging like a tide, crashing towards Jiao Long.

Jiao Long, still in the Juvenile Stage, its intelligence not fully developed, instinctively wanted to retreat upon seeing this terrifying formation.

However, when it glimpsed the bloodied Li Chen, it hesitated again, roaring skyward to intimidate these malefactors.

Then, its two claws each gathered thunder and wind blades, charging directly forward.

"Clang!"

"Crash!"

The sharp, piercing sounds of collision rang out continuously, and the brilliant sparks splashed were as dazzling as the fireworks of the Lantern Festival.

When the brilliant light finally faded, Monk Wuhua, Ye Xing, Bai Yunfeng, and others all looked solemn.

No one expected that this Jiao Long, still in the Juvenile Stage, would have such terrifying powers.

What would become of it if allowed to grow?

Li Chen being a monster is one thing, but even the Beast Pet he raised is such a monstrosity.

Monsters, monsters, they're all monsters!

"This beast and Li Chen alike, must not be spared!"

Ye Xing's eyes shone with a fierce light, quickly forming seals, as the crimson Sword Light was released to strangle.

Monk Wuhua clasped his hands together, chanting the Ancient Sanskrit Scripture, forming a golden ancient tower in his palms to suppress the Jiao Long.

The Jiao Long, in the midst of its fight with Ye Xing, was caught off guard and was suppressed on the spot, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Seizing this opportunity, Ye Xing in mid-air unleashed the lethal Heavenly Sword Nine Techniques, slashing at the Jiao Long.

Although the Jiao Long's Scale Armor was as strong as a rock, it could not withstand such a powerful attack and was scored with a gruesome gash on the spot, alarming to the eyes.

Bai Yunfeng, Luot Ziming, the Dancing Girl, and others also struck simultaneously, thousands of Sword Lights bursting forth, like Death God's tentacles, converging on the Jiao Long from all directions.

Faced with this overwhelming barrage, Jiao Long let out a series of "woo woo" sounds, as large, heavy tears fell, dripping onto the ground, looking pitiable.

Yet, even so, it neither dodged nor retreated, but instead struggled to extend its claws, once again gathering thunder and wind blades.

However, compared to before, the momentum had completely weakened. Such attacks were completely ineffective against the likes of Li Chen, Bai Yunfeng, and these heavenly prides.

Countless magical treasures, like the grim shadows of the Death God, enveloped the Jiao Long relentlessly.

At this moment, the Jiao Long was already powerless to resist any further. It began to curl up, retract its defenses, using its body to form a barricade, standing in front of Li Chen.

"Swish!"

Sharp sword lights slashed down, causing its scale armor to crack and sing with a deafening sound, blood splattering wildly.

With every sword strike, the Jiao Long's body twitched violently due to the excruciating pain. It lay on the ground, large tears rolling from its eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.

Witnessing this scene, everyone present found their expressions changed with emotion.

Monk Wuhua sighed lightly, silently reciting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha, little donor, as long as you step aside, we will not harm you!"

Now, he was viewing the Jiao Long as a person, not merely a beast.

The Jiao Long looked at this kind-eyed, good-natured monk, a gleam of brightness appearing in its tear-filled eyes.

However, when it strained to turn back for a glance at Li Chen, it stubbornly shook its head with difficulty.

Though the Jiao Long's mind was yet immature and prone to foolishness, it knew well what stepping aside could mean?

Using its already bloodied and battered claws, it struggled to prop its body up, its beast-like eyes tinged with tears, nodding in a desperate plea towards the monks.

Ye Xing's eyes were blood-red, shouting towards Monk Wuhua: "Master, time is of the essence, we cannot wait any longer. If Li Chen successfully makes a breakthrough, we'll have no place to die buried!"

Monk Wuhua sighed deeply: "Ah, Amitabha Buddha, sins, sins!"

After chanting this Buddha's name, he took a step back, signifying Ye Xing to proceed.

"Little beast, I'll slaughter you!"

Ye Xing's eyes were blood-red, causing the magic sword in his hand to emit a dazzling light, slashing fiercely.

The Jiao Long desperately stood up on its legs, blocking the sword intended for Li Chen.

"Slash!"

The sword light fell, causing blood to splatter.

"Woo woo..."

The Jiao Long let out a heartbreaking whimper, again propping up its blood-drenched paws, struggling to stand.

"You're asking for death!"

Ye Xing reddened his eyes, roaring again.

"Swish!"

This sword struck the Jiao Long's left paw, immediately becoming a mess of blood and flesh, scales burst, a mass of blood and flesh flipping outside, faintly visible white bones.

Yet even so, relying on the sole remaining claw, the Jiao Long once again struggled to stand. Its bleeding body oozing steadily, wavering in the cold wind, seemingly ready to collapse anytime.

Barely supporting its body, the Jiao Long roared hoarsely towards Ye Xing and the others. The sound was not loud, even filled with sorrow, yet its determination to stubbornly die without retreat was unmistakable.

"Roar!"

"Damn it, you little beast, begging for death!"

Blinded by rage, Ye Xing's true yuan within him surged wildly like a mountain flood, soaring tens of feet suddenly. Scarlet sword lights transformed into countless sword shadows, engulfing the sky as they swung down.

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

...

The Jiao Long's body was slashed by sharp blades, becoming riddled with gaping wounds. Blood bursting like red roses, blooming one after another.

It finally couldn't hold on, letting out a desperate roar, collapsing heavily onto the ground.

Witnessing such a tragic scene, everyone present was moved. Many sentimental people were already crying inconsolably, unwilling to continue witnessing.

Monk Wuhua also recited the Buddha's name saying "Amitabha Buddha, sins, sins", beginning to chant for the Jiao Long's passage.

The Jiao Long now had exhausted all its energy, unable to rise again, even unable to move.

It turned its head, tearful eyes gazing at Li Chen. From its blood-covered mouth came a sobbing sound, seemingly trying to awaken Li Chen, to urge him to stand quickly.

Li Chen's brows furrowed slightly, his expression fluctuating. The Golden Core in his dantian accelerated its rotation noticeably. The spiritual power contained within flowed like sources of a stream, rapidly widening his meridians, connecting the big and small thirty-six circuits.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces changed drastically.

"Not good, he's on the verge of breaking through, we can't waste any more time, act quickly!"

Ye Xing's pupils shrank abruptly, emitting a somewhat trembling exclamation. The consequences of Li Chen's successful breakthrough were absolutely unimaginable.

The sound of slaughter still lingered in the air. The true yuan around him surged again.

The sword edge was like a startling rainbow, spanning across the heavens and earth. Its passage resonated through the void, collapsing cloud layers, swiftly slicing towards Li Chen like urgent fire.

The Jiao Long felt anxious, tears rolling in large drops. It tried to rise to protect Li Chen, but its claws were completely numb. Unable to move, it could only let out a loud cry, urging Li Chen to awaken, awaken...

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