Chapter 91: The Roar of the Dragon God, the Sword’s Cry Across the Three Realms – Truth Unveiled

Just as Liu Yi was about to sacrifice his sword, a shrill cry rang out, “Dareful thief! You killed my little Black! I’ll avenge it!”
With Liu Yi’s cultivation level, that voice should have been hundreds of feet away, yet it appeared right before his eyes in an instant—proof of its incredible speed. But who was Liu Yi? He swiftly extended his right hand, accurately grasping the girl’s neck and lifting her into the air. Looking up, he was shocked.
It was a little girl, clearly only eighteen or nineteen years old. Her fiery red hair glowed like flames under the sunlight, extremely dazzling. Her delicate face was beautiful, with large eyes that caught one’s attention at first sight, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.
Two things surprised Liu Yi. First, the girl had a pair of horns on her head, very similar to those on a black dragon’s head. Second, her attire—a fiery red dress that was thin but not transparent—revealed her snow-white arms completely. Her beautiful legs could be seen clearly through the gaps on either side of the dress. Her style was different from July’s; July’s was messy beauty, while this girl embodied traditional temptation.
Liu Yi was stunned for a moment. At that exact instant, the girl pointed her right hand, and a white dagger shot out from it, piercing straight toward Liu Yi’s heart with a “thud.” The immense force made Liu Yi release the red-haired girl and step back several steps. His momentary carelessness allowed him to be struck by her hidden weapon. But Liu Yi quickly reacted, pressing his right hand firmly on his chest and using the “Lanelfina Qing” heart technique to stop the blood from flowing out.
At that moment, Bai Hu and July stepped forward, standing on either side of Liu Yi, ready to kill the little girl at any moment—though July didn’t know why she wanted to do this.
Then, another aged voice spoke, “Wretched creature! How dare you hurt my little Black! Die!” As soon as the voice faded, a gust of wind blew, and an old man in gray clothes appeared before everyone. He had white hair and a white beard, and also had two dragon horns on his head. His age was indeterminable, but his intense eyes showed that he was no ordinary person.
Liu Yi quickly pulled out the white dagger from his chest and threw it to the ground. Then, using the twelfth level of the “Lanelfina Qing” heart technique, he rapidly healed his wound. Green light covered his chest, and in just a moment, his chest was completely unharmed, not a drop of blood spilled—as if the dagger had never hurt him at all.
Liu Yi kept his left hand on the black sword hilt, while his right hand was lowered vertically—this was his fastest position to draw his sword…
Suddenly, Bai Hu shouted loudly, “Dareful dragon race! Why don’t you kneel before the true master of demons?”
Hearing this, the red-haired girl showed no reaction, but the old man with white hair changed his arrogant expression and said, “What did you say? True demon? Impossible! Seven thousand years ago, the true demon died at the hands of Pangu. It can’t possibly reappear in the three realms.”
Regaining his composure, the old man seemed to regain his confidence and continued, “Bai Hu, don’t spout unrealistic nonsense to scare me. You killed my mount—now you must pay the price.”

Liu Yi stared at the white-haired old man, a flash of red light appearing in his eyes for a moment. Right after that flash, the red-haired girl seemed frightened and quietly stood behind the old man. At that moment, the white-haired old man also realized something was wrong—he had clearly seen the dagger pierce his heart just moments ago, yet now the wound on his chest was gone!

It seemed Liu Yi recalled something. He moved slightly and said, “Are you the Dragon God of the dragon race, the one born alongside the Heavenly Dragon?”

The Dragon God seemed surprised that this person knew his origin. But then he thought that even the Heavenly Dragon gave way to him, let alone this young white-haired boy.

The Dragon God nodded and said, “Indeed, it’s me. You and the White Tiger killed my mount. If you understand what’s at stake, commit seppuku right here in front of me, and I’ll at least leave you intact.”

Upon hearing this, the White Tiger couldn’t hold back his anger any longer. He roared and was about to curse…

But Liu Yi raised his right hand, stopping him from speaking. He gazed intently at the Dragon God, the red light in his eyes flashing. Polite, he said, “In terms of seniority, I truly can’t compare to the Dragon God. In these three realms and six paths, who doesn’t know your great name? Even the Heavenly Dragon, the guardian beast of these realms, gives way to you.”

After a pause, gusts of wind began to blow. Liu Yi’s leather jacket fluttered, his white hair dancing wildly. Dark clouds rushed in from the sky, forming a vortex above him. His tone turned cold, like ice stones on the Tian Shan Mountains, as he said word by word, “But you must know that the waves behind drive on those before! If you keep pressing me… don’t blame me for using my ‘Four Sorrowful Styles’—Sword Drawn Without Mercy!”

The Dragon God sensed the demonic aura in the sky and the killing intent emanating from Liu Yi’s body. His body trembled violently. He thought to himself, “Could it be… the true demon from seven thousand years ago has returned? The demonic aura of this person is beyond comparison to anyone in the world. If that’s true, unprecedented disasters may strike these three realms and six paths.”

The red-haired girl held onto the Dragon God’s clothes even tighter and whispered, “Grandpa, who is he? I’m so scared looking at his eyes. Will he kill us?”

Though her voice was soft, with the cultivation levels of those present, who couldn’t hear it?

A flash of red light appeared in Liu Yi’s eyes, and the killing intent around him vanished. The dark clouds dispersed. He looked at the Dragon God and said, “Look at this forest. It should be full of endless greenery, but now? The Black Dragon has killed all the life here, turning it into a wasteland. But fortunately, all I need is his ‘Black Stone Crystal.’ And I’m not someone who follows the righteous path. Otherwise, you have no chance of escaping. Leave before I change my mind and kill you!”

The Dragon God had nothing left to say. Thousands of years of cultivation seemed insignificant in the eyes of this man. Hearing Liu Yi’s words, as if granted a pardon, he took the little girl’s hand and turned to leave…

As for the red-haired girl, she seemed attached to those eyes. She kept looking back, as if trying to remember those sad and weathered eyes, or perhaps to see clearly what lay hidden behind that coldness.

Watching the two disappear, Bai Hu shouted, “Demon Lord, why didn’t you kill those two Dragon Clan members? It’s either enemies or friends—don’t be too kind-hearted.” Liu Yi gave a sad smile. Though he wore a mask, Bai Hu and Qi Yue could tell he was smiling, a smile filled with sorrow. Liu Yi shook his head and said, “Am I kind-hearted? Do I even have a heart? Years ago, my heart shattered with her death. I really wish I still had a heart, one that would remind me I’m still alive…” Everything began unexpectedly like this. Everything was predestined; no one could change it. Even if he tried to defy fate, he couldn’t escape its mockery…