Chapter 117

And Duan Tianya, the "Heaven Number One," and Gui Hai Yidao, the "Earth Number One," though relying on deeper cultivation base and more refined martial arts, barely dodged the fatal strike, but suffered heavy injuries, drenched in blood, like kites with severed strings, plummeting from the sky, life or death unknown!

Southern Murong Fu of Jiangnan fared even worse— one arm was violently shattered, blood staining his brocade robe, his once handsome and refined face now twisted and deformed by excruciating pain and boundless terror, utterly disheveled!

Only the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, whose cultivation base was the deepest and combat experience the richest, and the mysterious Purple Robe Long Wang, Dai Dai Qisi, whose strength had also reached the pinnacle of the Master realm, survived.

The moment they sensed something amiss, they immediately retreated, sacrificing their life essence to unleash their ultimate survival technique, barely avoiding Ning Chuan's fatal attack.

But they paid the price of minor injuries—blood trickled from their lips, their breaths grew erratic.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, deathly silence at that moment.

Everyone was utterly stunned by this impossible, myth-like scene before their eyes!

Their faces were etched with disbelief, shock, and terror!

As if they had forgotten how to breathe!

"Island… Island Lord's divine might!!!"

After a brief silence, Qu Qu Lingfeng was the first to recover—he let out a hoarse, fervent cry brimming with boundless worship and fanaticism!

He felt his understanding of this Island Lord had been utterly rewritten once again!

How could this still be a mortal cultivator?!

This was clearly a true god walking among mortals!

Lu Chengfeng, Wu Mianfeng, and Feng Mofeng also snapped out of their extreme shock.

They gazed at the black dragon descending like a demonic god in the sky, their eyes filled with indescribable reverence and fanaticism!

Previously, though they knew Ning Chuan was powerful, they never imagined he could be this monstrously strong!

One against eight!

And the opponents were eight renowned Masters of long-standing cultivation!

Yet he shattered them all in an instant, like dry grass before a storm!

Such strength, such majesty—unheard of, unseen!

Guo Jing stared in utter disbelief, his heart pounding wildly, as if it might leap from his throat!

He had always regarded Hong Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar, as the most powerful and admirable hero in his heart.

But now, after witnessing Ning Chuan's terrifying power, like divine retribution,

he finally understood what true strength meant!

What true divine might meant!

He felt that even his Master Hong Hong Qigong, before this black dragon, might… might not gain the upper hand!

At this moment, Ning Chuan's majestic and mysterious figure had quietly replaced Hong Hong Qigong as his new, and highest, goal and idol!

Hong Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar, now drew a sharp breath, feeling a chill run through his entire body.

He looked at Ouyang Feng nearby—disheveled, blood on his lips, eyes filled with dread.

His heart surged with a tidal wave of shock!

He had battled Ouyang Feng for most of his life; though they had won and lost against each other, their strengths had always been evenly matched.

Yet now, his peer, the Western Poison, struggled even to retaliate before this black dragon!

What terrifying realm had this dragon reached?!

Hong Hong Qigong's heart was filled with awe and relief.

He was grateful that, at the very beginning, he had never shown disrespect or contempt toward Ning Chuan because he was an outsider.

Otherwise, given the ruthless, decisive killing intent Ning Chuan had just displayed,

his own fate would likely be no better than Duan Yanqing's!

He let out a bitter laugh, shook his head, and thought to himself:

"I, the old beggar, once thought of challenging this Dragon Island Lord to test our Wu Gong~."

"Now I see—it was sheer arrogance, a laughingstock!"

Behind Ning Chuan, Huang Rong was already flushed with excitement, her beautiful almond eyes sparkling with boundless worship and adoration.

Her Chuan Brother was truly the strongest under heaven!

Any foe, before him, was as fragile as clay chickens and paper dogs—utterly powerless!

With Chuan Brother here, Taohuadao was the safest place in the world!

The emotions of those on Taohuadao's side, compared to their earlier tension and dread, were now worlds apart!

All their worries and fears had been utterly shattered by Ning Chuan's world-shattering divine might!

In their place surged boundless joy, excitement, and pride!

But the invaders of Taohuadao felt the exact opposite!

They now felt as if they had plunged into an endless icy hell, their bodies freezing, filled with despair and terror!

The Shanzhuang spies Duan Tianya and Gui Hai Yidao, who had suffered heavy injuries but barely survived,

were now terrified beyond reason, their courage shattered!

How could they still care about the Iron Shield Marquis's orders or the lure of the Nine Yin Manual?!

Their only thought now was… flee!

Flee this demonic lair called Taohuadao!

Flee this black dragon, descending like a demonic god!

Forcing through their agonizing pain, they leapt to their feet and fled desperately beyond Taohuadao's borders!

Southern Murong Fu was now pale as death, his soul nearly departed!

The shattered arm sent waves of piercing pain through him, nearly causing him to faint.

He heard Wang Yuyan's tearful cry nearby, and saw her tear-filled eyes, brimming with worry and fear.

But at this life-and-death moment, how could he spare a thought for any romance, any deep affection with his cousin?!

Right now, he only wanted to keep his own life!

What grand ambition of restoring Great Yan, what supreme glory of being the Hegemon of the Jianghu — in the face of absolute death, all of it became so pale and feeble, so utterly out of reach!

What was a mere cousin, after all?!

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and unleashed his trump-card life-saving escape technique, fleeing madly toward the outside of the island as well!

Take care of himself first, then talk about the rest!

Western Venom Ouyang Feng and Purple-Robed Dragon King Dai Qisi — these two pinnacle experts at the absolute peak of the Grandmaster Realm.

At this moment, their hearts too were filled with boundless shock and dread!

They had never imagined that this black flood dragon's strength could actually be terrifying to such a degree!

This had already completely exceeded their understanding of the Grandmaster Realm!

I'm afraid even a legendary Grandmaster-level strong expert might not possess such a world-shattering, earth-destroying might!

The two exchanged a glance, and both saw deep fear and the will to retreat in the other's eyes.

Today, they had truly kicked an iron plate!

If they didn't leave now, they would probably really be left here on Taohuadao forever!

The two no longer hesitated, immediately unleashing their fastest movement techniques, fleeing for their lives in different directions!

However, how could Brother Ning Chuan possibly give them a chance to escape?!

Within his pale-golden dragon pupils, a flash of icy killing intent passed.

These ignorant, death-seeking ants — since they dared to provoke him, they had best be prepared to bear the brunt of his wrath!

His massive flood-dragon body swayed slightly in the air, and like teleportation, arriving later but overtaking first, he directly caught up with Duan Tianya and Guihai Yidao, who were fleeing for their lives!

"Mer... mercy! Senior, have mercy!"

Duan Tianya and Guihai Yidao felt the terrifying, suffocating pressure behind them, scared out of their wits, and hurriedly dropped to their knees begging for mercy.

"We... we'll never dare again! We beg Senior to spare us a way out!"

Brother Ning Chuan's cold and majestic voice rang out above their heads:

"Only now you want to beg for mercy? Too late!"

"No! Don't kill us!" A flash of madness passed through Duan Tianya's eyes, and he threatened with a fierce voice masking his inner cowardice:

"We are secret agents under the Iron-Bold Divine Marquis of the Imperial Guardian Shanzhuang of the Great Ming!"

"If you kill us, the Divine Marquis — that venerable elder — will absolutely not let you off!"

"The Divine Marquis's Wu Gong has long since reached the realm of the divine, and is already close to attaining the legendary Land Immortal Realm!"

"You cannot afford to offend him!"

"Iron-Bold Divine Marquis? Zhu Wushi?"