Chapter 662 - 314: Pain Well Worth It

The monster that emerged from the ground was so overwhelmingly powerful that it nearly drew everyone’s attention.

Its roar soared into the sky, scattering all the dense clouds.

"What the hell is this?!"

Ao Yu’s pupils slightly contracted, his face showing terror as he stared at the monster that had completely surfaced.

It was covered in layers of overlapping, dark scales, with each scale ending in a sharp spike, particularly evident on its thick and slender tail, resembling an iron whip studded with spikes.

It seemed like a giant rat clad in terrifying armor, but no one would mistake it for a rat because it was far more sinister and gruesome.

It angrily glared at everyone on the battlefield, its sharp mouth opening and closing with hot breaths like streams of fire, its huge eyes resembling ignited fireballs, making everyone instinctively want to retreat.

"It’s a Fire Armadillo!"

Usually calm and composed, Ao Yunlie now looked alarmed and shouted loudly as if to alert everyone present.

Many here had never heard of this name, but the mere presence of this giant beast was enough to crush their spirits. Some observers in the forest had already clutched their invitations and fled in all directions, wishing only to preserve their lives.

"Run!" a cultivator shouted hoarsely.

Ao Yunlie was about to lead everyone away when he keenly noticed a cold gleam suddenly appearing in the sky!

Ming Dao, whose Sword Intent had been interrupted by the Fire Armadillo, was actually regathering his Rain Listening Sword Intent!

Ao Yunlie was stunned and lost in thought. Faced with this divine beast, which even instilled fear in himself, Ming Dao’s first thought wasn’t to flee but to swing his sword at it?!

To know, such a large Fire Armadillo, along with its almost crimson eyes, its strength must exceed that of the Human Race’s Feather Transformation Realm!

Its scorching breath could carbonize and blacken grass leaves, and Ao Yunlie boldly speculated that this was at least a Middle Feather Transformation Realm Fire Armadillo.

Seeing Ming Dao’s overwhelmingly powerful sword strike, Ao Yunlie suddenly felt a hint of respect. A strong man dared to swing his sword towards an even stronger opponent, even if he was an enemy, he was still a respectable adversary.

Wait...

His target... seems not the Fire Armadillo... but Ji Xueruo fleeing with her back turned!

It’s over! Too late! This despicable scoundrel!

Ao Yunlie suddenly felt a strong dampness as the moisture in the air began to condense into raindrops.

Ming Dao’s eyes flickered with a pathological determination, each raindrop carrying a faint Rain Listening Sword Intent.

Suddenly, the rain poured heavily.

Ji Xueruo, being a cultivator of skills, suffered more severe consequences from having her spellcasting interrupted than a Sword Cultivator, not to mention she had just mastered the Transformation Skill and was forced to transform twice in a short period.

At this moment, her internal energy was in chaos, and by the time she noticed the overwhelming rain, it was already too late.

She turned back to look, her mind blank, with unwillingness, attachment, and hatred, emotions surfacing like gastric acid during heartache.

The invitation was indeed a lifesaving magical treasure, but only if she had the chance to tear it apart.

She didn’t even have time to reminisce about her past or recall the faces of her silly sister or stubborn blind companion because she never expected her death to come so quickly.

She wasn’t prepared for death at all, just as she wasn’t prepared to face this unstoppable sword rain.

But just as the torrential rain fell, someone shielded her with an umbrella.

In the night sky, it seemed as though a black lotus appeared, catching all the falling raindrops.

Ji Xueruo stared dazedly at the back of the young man. She had always thought she was the one who shielded others with an umbrella, but at this moment, someone had shielded her.

"It’s the Lotus Sword..."

Ao Yunlie, well-read in the greats, found it hard to conceal his astonishment now.

This ink lotus spun ceaselessly, endlessly, unexpectedly carrying a faint hint of Lotus Sword Intent, which happened to match perfectly with Ming Dao’s dense Rain Listening Sword Intent.

If You Su at this realm could comprehend a sliver of Sword Intent’s threshold, Ao Yunlie felt it wasn’t surprising for any Sword Dao genius.

But he clearly remembered the Sword Intent the young man used to kill those two outsiders earlier... entirely different from the soft yet firm, continuous Lotus Sword Intent!

You Su had two Sword Intents!

The Fire Armadillo was enraged again, its eyes growing even redder, as though about to spew lava.

It roared, wanting to tear apart those insects daring to flaunt their power in front of it, swinging its tail sharp as a knife, and the ground suddenly split with a menacing trench.

The giant whip tail swooped towards them, but Ming Dao aimed to slay the demon, which didn’t imply he was reckless with his life. Taking such a strike head-on was impossible for him, realizing this, he condensed all the raindrops into a bundle, and as he swung the sword, the downpour transformed into a roaring water dragon with the Rain Listening Sword!

The sweeping water dragon collided with the ink lotus, erupting into a blinding white light, whipping up a huge vortex around, sending both figures flying, crashing dozens of meters away.

The Fire Armadillo was at the center of the explosion, thoroughly enraging this divine beast hidden underground. Its strike missed due to the two’s retreat, but it didn’t intend to give up and roared to attack again!

But this time, its target was Ming Dao!

Ming Dao barely propped himself up from the dust and mist, he was in an extremely awkward state, with bloodstains in his menacing eyes.

Seeing the Fire Armadillo choose him in this dilemma, he couldn’t help but curse loudly, feeling extremely unlucky, questioning why this beast insisted on chasing him and not the blind person?