Dragon Martial Sword Supreme

The demon soul didn't realize that at the moment it charged into Zhao Letian's body, a golden light suddenly burst forth from the Soul Nourishing Jade at his waist, directly entering the body of Meng Yi, who was about to fall.

"Not bad, no wonder this flesh was coveted by that demon soul, with both talent and strength still acceptable, especially in terms of physical strength. Although not as monstrous as that freak Zhao Letian, it's stronger than the vast majority of the same realm Martial Artists from the Human Clan, and it's even enough to be compared to those of the same realm from our Demon Clan. As a temporary vessel for my true self, it's barely qualified!"

In Meng Yi's eyes, there was a faint presence of a golden Flood Dragon swimming, as he looked down at his own body and surprisingly, the voice of the golden Flood Dragon's illusion emanated from his mouth.

It turned out that during the battle between Zhao Letian and the demon soul, the golden Flood Dragon's illusion suddenly woke up.

Thus, once Zhao Letian saw the demon soul abandon Meng Yi's body, he immediately released the golden Flood Dragon illusion and let it occupy Meng Yi's flesh.

Zhao Letian had once promised to help the golden Flood Dragon illusion find a suitable body.

Meng Yi, in his life, was a being second only to the invincible, with unquestionable talent and strength, definitely meeting the golden Flood Dragon illusion's requirements. Zhao Letian naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

At the same time, as soon as the demon soul charged in, Zhao Letian immediately closed his eyes as if entering a state of meditation.

"Heh, this demon soul really is unlucky. Out of all people, it had to pick the freak Zhao Letian, whose Divine Soul Power is even more frightening than his actual strength. In his Divine Soul Space, not even my true self can take advantage, let alone this mere remnant soul of a Demon King."

After the golden Flood Dragon illusion adapted to Meng Yi's body, it scoffed playfully, immediately went to Zhao Letian's side to protect him, to prevent anyone from harming his physical body.

The golden Flood Dragon illusion was now Zhao Letian's servant and as such, would naturally do his best to serve Zhao Letian.

As for the battle within Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Space, the golden Flood Dragon illusion had no worries at all, being full of confidence in Zhao Letian.

At the same time, within Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Space, the Divine Thought Sword Lotus slowly rotated, guarding his Divine Soul.

With the improvement of Zhao Letian's cultivation, the number of Divine Thought Swords forming the Divine Thought Sword Lotus increased, and the size of the Divine Thought Sword Lotus grew a full circle larger than at the beginning, appearing more solid and indestructible.

"What a powerful Divine Soul Power! Such a brilliant Divine Soul Secret Technique!"

As soon as the demon soul charged into Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Space, it saw the Divine Thought Sword Lotus defending Zhao Letian's Divine Soul from afar, immediately sinking its heart with a very bad premonition, and then it wanted to retreat right away.

Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Power far exceeded his expectations, and that Divine Thought Secret Technique also was a powerful secret technique he had never seen before.

He was very aware that with the Divine Thought Sword Lotus there, it would be exceedingly difficult for him to occupy Zhao Letian's flesh. Even if he were to succeed in the end by chance, he would have to expend a lot of strength and become very weak, quite possibly suffering a loss not worth the gain.

"Since you've come, why the hurry to leave? God Destroying Sword, kill!"

Zhao Letian's indifferent voice echoed throughout the Divine Soul Space. Here, he was like a deity, his voice carrying endless authority, making the demon soul feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

As soon as the words fell, the Divine Thought Sword Lotus suddenly spun rapidly, and the Divine Thought Swords mounted on it flew out at once, attacking the demon soul.

"Hmph! You think you can annihilate this king's demon soul? Naive!"

The demon soul snorted coldly, seeming very disdainful. But the tone was quite grave, and it was clear that he did not dare to underestimate Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Swords. While speaking, it suddenly transformed into a black vortex, as if it was going to shred all the incoming Divine Thought Swords.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Zhao Letian's Divine Thought Swords all blasted onto that black vortex, and although they were all shredded by the vortex, the erupting energy made the black vortex riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.

"Boom!"

Finally, moments later, the black vortex could no longer sustain itself and suddenly collapsed, turning into wisps of Demonic Qi.

"Hmph!"

Following that, all the Demonic Qi gathered once again, forming a Demonic Spirit that let out a pained grunt.

At the same time, Zhao Letian on the outside also suddenly turned pale.

The attack just now had indeed hurt the Demonic Spirit, but at the same time, it had also drained a great deal of his Divine Soul Power, nearly a case of harming the enemy by a thousand and oneself by eight hundred.

Fortunately, such a consumption was still bearable for him, but the Demonic Spirit, probably couldn't hold on much longer.

"Go!"

As expected, the Demonic Spirit no longer wished to tangle with Zhao Letian and immediately rushed towards the outside of Zhao Letian's Divine Soul Space.

"Nice try, Divine Thought Storm!"

Zhao Letian had no intention of letting the Demonic Spirit off easily.

Divine Thought Power was one of his trump cards. Having used it, he wanted to reap the maximum benefits. If possible, he would like to destroy the Demonic Spirit directly.

Because he knew that the Demon Clan was extremely tough to deal with. If he let this Demonic Spirit escape, it would be akin to releasing a tiger back into the mountains. He would probably have to live in constant vigilance while in the Imperial Secret Realm.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

With the emergence of the Divine Thought Storm, streams of Divine Thought Swords immediately began spinning around, enveloping the Demonic Spirit and incessantly slicing its body.

"Ah! Damn it! Kid, stop right now..."

The attack on the Divine Soul was extremely painful, causing the Demonic Spirit to let out a series of shrill screams, sounding somewhat terrified.

Zhao Letian's Divine Thought Storm, although it couldn't directly obliterate the Demonic Spirit, was rapidly depleting its power. The power it had slowly accumulated after breaking the seal was quickly fading away, growing weaker and weaker.

Simultaneously, Zhao Letian was also having a difficult time.

The power of this Demonic Spirit was also very strong, far surpassing that of a normal True Martial Realm individual. Even if Zhao Letian exhausted all his Divine Thought Power, he might not be able to completely annihilate it.

However, Zhao Letian couldn't stop now because showing any weakness would give the Demonic Spirit an opportunity to take advantage, the consequences of which were unimaginable. Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and continue to struggle to the death against the Demonic Spirit.

"You madman, are you really willing to exhaust all your Divine Soul Power to fight to the death with me? If so, even if you manage to kill me, you will also lose more than half of your life. Your martial arts talent will be severely impacted, and you will have no future!"

The Demonic Spirit taunted angrily.

"So what? I'm willing!"

Zhao Letian said indifferently.

"Good, good, you really think I'm afraid of you? Ridiculous!"

The Demonic Spirit, furious to the point of laughter, suddenly exploded, turning into wisps of Demonic Qi and unleashing powerful energy that directly scattered Zhao Letian's Divine Thought Storm, taking the opportunity to escape from his Divine Soul Space.