Chapter 127

This time, Xiao Yuanshan's address shifted from "Your Excellency" to "Master," filled with absolute loyalty and submission.

He knew that from now on, he, Xiao Yuanshan, would be the most faithful servant beneath this black flood dragon!

The crowd, witnessing this scene as miraculous as a divine miracle, could not help but marvel, finding Brother Ning Chuan's methods even more unfathomable, their awe reaching its peak.

With a mere wave of his hand, he could restore a Grandmaster on the brink of death to full health, even improving their strength; such methods were truly unheard of and unseen!

Brother Ning Chuan nodded lightly, his mood quite good.

Having subdued a Grandmaster-level powerhouse as a subordinate, Taohuadao's overall strength would undoubtedly take a major step upward.

It would also make his future actions more convenient, allowing many trivial matters to be handled by Xiao Yuanshan.

Although today's battle saw the killing and capture of most of the invaders.

Yet the news would inevitably spread.

After all, some fish that slipped through the net were waiting far out in the sea; seeing the situation turn unfavorable, they had already fled.

After today.

Regardless, Taohuadao, and he, this mysterious Dragon Island Master.

would thoroughly shake the entire martial world, drawing the gaze of more factions, and... greater troubles and challenges.

Peaceful days, I fear, will not last long.

Brother Ning Chuan raised the massive head of the flood dragon, gazing at the still surging, deep and boundless sea.

In those pale golden dragon eyes, an inexplicable light flickered, as if piercing through the heavy mists of the future.

Suddenly, he tilted his head back and let out a long, majestic Long Yin!

"Aooooo—!!!!!"

The howl shook heaven and earth, piercing clouds and splitting stones!

The entire Taohuadao sea area trembled violently due to this Long Yin!

Waves churned, wind and clouds changed color!

Moments later.

Above Taohuadao, the strange wind and cloud phenomena stirred by Brother Ning Chuan's Long Yin gradually subsided.

The sea surface returned to its usual tranquility, with only the coastline, ravaged by the aftermath of battle into a mess, and the blood and scorched smell in the air not yet fully dispersed.

Silently testifying to how fierce and shocking the earth-shattering battle just now had been.

As for today's events, the dust has settled.

Those arrogant, overbearing invaders who came to attack are now dead, wounded, or captured.