I am a living immortal.

Chapter 584 Rage

Su Qingtu suddenly opened a fan in his hand, and it snapped open. Even he felt a pain in his flesh. But for the sake of his life, he still resolutely used it.

The pattern on the fan began to twist. The painting on the fan was not a landscape painting, but a vivid Tengu.

"Visualization of the Heavenly Dog Eating the Moon" is the title of this painting. After being expelled from the Yousu Clan, You Su Qingtu has struggled for many years outside the clan. His skill in refining human elixirs has made his life incredibly comfortable and helped him accumulate a considerable wealth. He is the epitome of making a fortune in silence.

Don't be fooled by his usual madness, but who knows if it's just a cover-up? No one can say for sure. He's violent, yes, but that doesn't mean he's brainless. How could a brainless person survive in a world like the demon race, where the strong prey on the weak?

In order to survive, even a powerful demon would do whatever it takes.

The same is true for Su Qingtu, so he has quite a few trump cards in his hand, including treasures like the "Visualization Diagram of the Heavenly Dog Eating the Moon".

It's rare to have a baby that fits you so well, so even he feels the pain.

Su Mu, who was watching the battle, felt a strange aura.

Then he looked up and saw a white shadow flash by, and the golden spear disappeared without a trace. Su Mu frowned slightly. This fox is quite capable. He was not mistaken, that was a tengu, right?

After swallowing the Fire Spear, a white dog leaped back into the fan Su Qingtu had unfolded. His hand trembled, and with a snap, the fan closed. Xuan Mo was surprised to discover he had lost contact with the Fire Spear.

"You stinky fox! Give it back to me!!" Xuan Mo was furious, furious. That was the weapon Su Mu had given him.

Su Mu took a step back, clearly sensing Xuan Mo's fury. Su Qingtu had misjudged one thing: Xuan Mo didn't usually use his full strength. He was usually very restrained, except when he was furious. Despite his young age, his dragon heritage made him no different from any other Dragon King, though he was more merciful.

Now the rage has completely torn off the appearance that Xuan Mo showed in front of others.

He was the Dragon King, wielding the power of heaven and commanding the wind and rain. The difference between "dragon" and "Dragon King" was a single character, yet it made a world of difference. As the king of the dragon race, his majesty was unchallenged. His rage affected the weather, and the downpour, already pouring, suddenly took a turn, becoming heavier and heavier. Each drop of the heavy rain fell to the ground like a bullet.

The terrifying pressure was so great that the trees dared not sway even in the midst of a violent storm. The thunder in the sky continued to tear the sky apart. Unlike the golden thunder at the beginning, the current one was more brutal and disorderly.

The thick dark clouds turned into whirlpools, revealing the Dragon King's anger.

A massive figure spiraled out of the sky, followed by several dragon-like figures. The mere sight of its scaly claws was enough to send shivers down one's spine. The wind and clouds shifted, until a ferocious dragon's head emerged from the thick mist. The behemoth's face was filled with rage and fury, its golden pupils scanning the surroundings without a trace of emotion.

Xuan Mo is in front and the black dragon is behind.

"I'll give you one last chance, Fox. Give me back my gun." The voice was cold, not like a negotiation, but rather an order or an oath.

Su Qingtu wasn't intimidated. If he'd compromised, he wouldn't have been driven out by the Su clan in the first place. This was different from Su Suining, who was still a member of the Su clan after all, so other nine-tailed foxes came to collect his body. But Su Qingtu was different; he was completely driven out.

If he had compromised, things wouldn't have come to this, but he didn't compromise, and now he is still the same.

The swaying of his nine tails and the slight lift of his head symbolized his pride. He would not bow to anyone, just as he would not use his human form even if he transformed. Once he made up his mind, he would never turn back, even at the cost of his life.

This is why even Bai Ze exclaimed "not simple".

"Very well, then destroy it!" Xuan Mo declared, his intentions serious. Water, spiritual energy, and dragon energy erupted in unison, a raging storm descending upon the earth, tearing apart everything in its path. The sweeping wind and rain were like swirling swords, severing and shredding everything in its path.

There are no fancy operations or showmanship, only the determination to destroy everything and the brutal and violent power. Everything is for one purpose only, that is destruction.

Destroy everything within sight.

Su Qingtu's expression was grim. He was fleeing from the raging storm. But the force was too violent, too overbearing. The shadows manipulated by the shadow play were completely destroyed in a single encounter. Now he finally understood the Dragon King's majesty.

He was trying to find a solution while dodging the violent storm.

He really wanted to slap himself. Why had he chosen such a remote place in the first place? If there were a town nearby, perhaps he could have used it, but there wasn't a single thing nearby. The refugees who had come here had long since vanished without a trace.

With a "crack", the Wind-Fixing Bead in his hand shattered into powder.

Under this violent force, even the Wind-Fixing Orb reached its limit. And the violence continued to intensify. Without the Wind-Fixing Orb, Su Qingtu would have to face this natural disaster head-on.

The destruction brought about by natural forces is basically unlimited.

Terror swept over him, and in an instant, he was suffocated. The demonic aura was as vague as a candle that could be extinguished at any moment. He had to think of a way, he had to think of a way. Although he had to admit, Xuan Mo's strength, under the blessing of the heavenly power, was no longer what it used to be.

With Su Qingtu around, it would be very difficult to resist.

Originally, he just wanted to take away the opponent's weapons, but he didn't expect that taking away the opponent's weapons would bring such an extraordinary attack.

Thoughts stopped at this moment.

The next moment, the dense demonic energy was ripped apart. Su Qingtu was pulled by the storm like a tattered piece of cloth. This force made the demon race's strong flesh feel like it was being torn into countless pieces.

In order to stabilize quickly, he used up almost everything he had in his closet. All kinds of treasures flew out, regardless of whether they were needed or not, using them all, almost doing everything he could.

With Su Qingtu, he was still quite wealthy. While some of his treasures were only temporary solutions, the abundance of them allowed him to find balance amidst the storm. However, the price seemed to be the loss of a treasure every once in a while. These treasures were all collected with untold painstaking effort, and the loss of each one was heartbreaking.