Dao Lord: Starting from a Top-grade Golden Core

Chapter 163: Chapter 98: Overwhelming Ferocity (Part 3)

Even with the Three Elders and Four Freaks attacking together, they failed to gain the upper hand. In fact, their overly aggressive assault quickly resulted in one of them sustaining considerable injuries.

Song Yuming’s expression changed. He conjured billowing yellow smoke and pointed his finger, sending a ray of yellow light flying out. He and the other three from the Moyun Sect unleashed their own techniques, joining forces to strike at Lieyun.

Lieyun remained utterly fearless. He opened his mouth and spat, unleashing a roiling cloud of Demon Fiend that swept out to cover the sky. Weaving and soaring within it, he somehow managed to fight all eleven of them to a standstill.

In truth, anyone well-versed in the art of magical combat knew that fighting one-on-one was completely different from fighting many. The more opponents there were, the more varied and complex their techniques became. One’s defense had to be far more cautious, and one’s own attacks were much easier for the group to counter.

So, even though the Skull Dragon Elder, the Two Sword Monarchs, and the Two Wand Monarchs had been unable to defeat Lieyun after fighting for some time, it was not a true measure of their power. They were at a disadvantage due to their limited range of techniques and were wary of his sinister methods, forcing them to fight defensively. If it were a true life-and-death struggle, the situation would be very different.

One must remember that Lieyun was a great demon who had once terrorized the East Sea and even contended with Marquis Hai. After entering the service of Xuzhuang, he had the opportunity to cultivate in an Immortal Blessed Land like Yunmeng Marsh, practicing profound orthodox techniques and refining his Demon Fiend... In terms of sheer power and cultivation, the combined might of the Three Elders and Four Freaks—mid-to-low grade Flowing Gold Pill cultivators from unorthodox sects—was no match for him.

Gazing at the scene, Song Yuming’s expression darkened as a terrible sense of foreboding washed over him.

He hadn’t expected a mere flood dragon to possess such ferocious might. Even with all of them attacking at once, they were stuck in a stalemate. ’Can a group like us,’ he wondered, ’really deal with that mysterious and unfathomable Top-grade Golden Core Cultivator?’

If Song Yuming was thinking this, what about the others who weren’t even from the Divine Flow Sect? They would be even less willing to risk their lives. A sense of hopelessness seemed to spread through the group. As they began to hold back, Lieyun fought with even greater ease.

Song Yuming’s heart sank at the sight. He knew everyone was already thinking of retreat, but he was keenly aware that he had no other choice. ’If I can capture this flood dragon, perhaps I can convince the Divine Flow Sect to send their masters and we can renegotiate the plan to assassinate that Top-grade Golden Core Cultivator. But if I flee now, Chu Wei will never let me live.’

At this thought, a sharp glint appeared in Song Yuming’s eyes. He sent a voice transmission to the others, "Fellow Daoists, keep this flood dragon surrounded! I have a way to subdue it."

Everyone’s spirits lifted at his words. If success was possible, none of them wanted to be the one to give up. They renewed their assault, and Lieyun, caught off guard by the sudden coordination, was finally forced toward Song Yuming.

Song Yuming flipped his hand, pulling a yellow talisman paper from his sleeve. A complicated emotion flickered in his eyes before he suppressed it. He bit his thumb and pressed it onto the talisman. A trickle of blood flowed into the paper, lighting up the runes one by one. The moment the last rune flared to life, Song Yuming flicked the talisman forward and barked, "Go!"

The talisman paper shot forward, trembled in mid-air, and transformed into a thick Yellow Smoke Rope. It fell and instantly wrapped around Lieyun, holding him fast no matter how fiercely he struggled.

"A Tier Six Daoist Talisman!" The others gasped in surprise. But Song Yuming had no time to catch his breath. Feeling the immense force of Lieyun’s struggle, he roared, "Vile dragon, surrender at once!"

Lieyun struggled with all his might, but the Yellow Smoke Rope only constricted further, threatening to crush him. Still, he refused to submit, sneering viciously, "You wretched thieves! You think this is enough to make me yield? Just wait until my master arrives. You won’t get off so easily!"

Seeing Lieyun being squeezed into a tight ball by the Yellow Smoke Rope, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Skull Dragon Elder let out a gravelly chuckle. "Just come along quietly, little dragon. If your master dares to follow, the masters of the Divine Flow Sect will be there to deal with him."

The Skull Dragon Elder expected his words to fill Lieyun with panic. He was stunned, therefore, to see a look of delighted surprise flash in the ferocious dragon’s eyes. Before he could process it, a calm voice echoed between heaven and earth:

"Oh? Is that so?"

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