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Aotian stood across from Mo Jiu You with a grim expression, a deep cut about the length of a finger now marring the back of his originally fair hand, droplets of fresh blood oozing out.
On the other side, Mo Jiu You wore a wicked smile, faint traces of blood on his dagger, clearly remnants from Aotian's hand when it was cut.
"The mysterious steps you just used must be Dragon's Dance, right? Kekeke, truly worthy of being a high-grade martial art for agility," Mo Jiu You said to Aotian, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Aotian did not respond, casting a sidelong glance at Aoyan, his expression slightly changing.
He saw that three middle-aged men from the Shadow Adventure Team had surrounded Aoyan, their Mystical Energy intertwining like ropes. The attacks that erupted from them were not something Aoyan could afford to ignore.
On the surface, it seemed evenly matched, but if time dragged on, the three twin brothers would surely show signs of defeat. After all, Aoyan was a genuine Innate Fivefold. Although the formation of those three brothers was quite intricate, in terms of endurance, they clearly could not compare to Aoyan.
What he needed to do was to delay as much as possible and wait for Sister Yan to break free from them. If he were caught by Mo Jiu You, Sister Yan would definitely be thrown into chaos, and at that point, there would be no hope left.
Thinking this, Aotian focused all his attention on Mo Jiu You.
Mo Jiu You sneered: "You really don't know when to quit; even when death is imminent, you still care about others?!"
Aotian narrowed his eyes and remained silent. He stepped forward again with the mysterious steps, shooting towards Mo Jiu You like an arrow released from a bow.
Mo Jiu You let out a cold laugh as he swung his dagger like a serpent striking out, creating a whistling wind as it swiftly pierced towards Aotian's heart.
Just as the smile at the corner of Mo Jiu You's mouth began to rise, it froze. The figure of Aotian that had been pierced by the dagger bizarrely dissipated.
"A shadow clone?!"
As this thought flashed through Mo Jiu You's mind, a fierce force surged from behind him.
"Bang"
A loud impact suddenly echoed.
Mo Jiu You staggered forward a few steps, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Before Mo Jiu You could steady himself, Aotian's attack followed closely, his powerful punches crashing down like a raging river.
At that moment, Mo Jiu You was like a small boat caught in rolling waves, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
However, Aotian showed no signs of relaxation. He knew that his advantage came entirely from the afterimages created by Dragon's Dance, which had confused Mo Jiu You's vision. He attacked while Mo Jiu You was unprepared, throwing him into disarray.
As the saying goes, "One surge of energy leads to success; repeated efforts lead to decline." Once Mo Jiu You adapted to Aotian's offensive, he would surely launch a fierce counterattack. At that time, the advantage Aotian had built would vanish completely. Therefore, Aotian had to do everything possible during this time to inflict damage on Mo Jiu You and reduce future pressure.
"Shh"
At that moment, a sharp light flashed in Aotian's line of sight, and the Transformation Technique in his Dantian let out a mournful dragon roar, as if containing heart-wrenching pain.
"Puff"
A mouthful of crimson blood was violently spewed from Aotian's mouth, his eyes filled with horror.
Just now, Aotian sensed a dragon shadow appearing on Mo Jiu You's dagger. As soon as the dragon shadow flickered by, a dagger's light emerged and fiercely pierced through the dragon shadow. The dragon shadow shattered like glass, and that blinding light erupted as a result.
Accompanied by the dazzling light, the Transformation Technique in Aotian's Dantian emitted a wretched scream, and blood continued to pour uncontrollably from Aotian's mouth.
"What... what is this?" An unprecedented panic spread through Aotian's mind. Even three years ago, when his Mystical Energy was crippled, he had not felt this kind of terror. But today, in this desolate wilderness, Aotian truly felt how close death was to him.
The light gradually faded, revealing the current situation of Mo Jiu You.
He was trembling all over, his teeth clenched tightly, and the expression in his eyes constantly changed as he struggled. A series of beast-like roars erupted from Mo Jiu You's throat.
Meanwhile, the dagger in his right hand had completely transformed; it was now blood-red, as if streams of fresh blood were continuously flowing through it. A nauseating bloodthirst surged toward Aotian.
In an instant, Aotian's breathing became heavy, and his originally clear black-and-white pupils were gradually covered by a bloodthirsty crimson.
"Dragon Slayer Dagger?!" The middle-aged man's deep voice echoed in Aotian's mind.
The crimson in Aotian's eyes suddenly faded at the sound of the middle-aged man's voice, returning to clarity.
As soon as he regained consciousness, Aotian retreated violently, distancing himself from Mo Jiu You, beads of cold sweat covering his forehead.
Just moments ago, Aotian had clearly sensed that his body was beyond his control; his blood was boiling, filled with extreme bloodlust, as if he wanted to kill everyone in the world.
If it weren't for his teacher's deep shout, he would have likely become a puppet driven solely by slaughter.
"Teacher... what is that thing?" Aotian asked with a trembling voice.
"The ancient weapon Dragon Slayer Dagger is the nemesis of the Transformation Technique within you."
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Aotian immediately focused his mind on his Dantian because he had just heard the spiritual cry of the Transformation Technique.
Inside Aotian's Dantian, the originally shining Golden Energy now appeared extremely dim, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Even so, the Transformation Technique continued to absorb the surrounding Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, gradually restoring its previous brightness...
On the other side, Mo Jiu You's previously struggling gaze gradually calmed down, but his originally black pupils had turned blood red, appearing extremely eerie.
Mo Jiu You twisted his neck, and suddenly, a chilling "crack" sound echoed:
"Kekeke, I haven't controlled a physical body for hundreds of thousands of years. I didn't expect to feel so unfamiliar with it..."
Aotian looked at Mo Jiu You in horror, unsure of what was happening.
At this moment, Mo Jiu You gave Aotian an extremely strange feeling. Although his appearance remained the same, his aura was completely different.
Moreover, the aura emanating from Mo Jiu You made Aotian feel a shiver, as if the Mo Jiu You standing before him could take his life with just a flick of his finger.
"Is this... Dragon God Transformation Technique?"
Mo Jiu You's gaze towards Aotian revealed a rare hint of fear.
"No, the aura of the Dragon God Transformation Technique shouldn't be this weak."
"Could it be... Transformation Technique?!"
"Haha, that's it! This aura is truly annoying..."
Mo Jiu You murmured to himself.
"Hey, you little brat from the Nine Nether, why are you taking so long to deal with someone at the sixth level of the Postnatal stage? Didn't you eat today?!"
At this moment, one of the three middle-aged men shouted at Mo Jiu You.
Upon hearing the voice, Aotian couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at the middle-aged man.
Sure enough, Mo Jiu You's eyes flashed with bloodlust after hearing the man's words, and he calmly uttered two words:
"Annoying!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the three middle-aged men surrounding Aoyan bizarrely exploded into three clouds of blood mist.
Aotian's eyes flickered with fear; a single voice had caused the death of three Innate Realm warriors. This level of power was beyond Aotian's comprehension.
Not far away, Aoyan's complexion also rapidly turned pale. Clearly, she had also noticed Mo Jiu You's strangeness.
Afterward, Mo Jiu You turned his gaze toward Aotian.
Seeing Mo Jiu You focus his attention on him, Aotian's expression changed slightly.
Just as he was about to make a move, a slender figure appeared in front of Aotian, firmly protecting him from behind and watching Mo Jiu You warily.
"Sister Yan..."
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