Chapter 135

"That is indeed interesting."

He murmured to himself, "In this world, such a divine and wondrous creature truly exists."

"If this Marquis can obtain the submission of this flood dragon and make it serve me,"

"Does it not prove that I, Zhu Wushi, am the true Son of Heaven?"

In his deep eyes, mad ambition and burning desire flickered.

His gaze involuntarily turned toward the direction of the Imperial Palace.

Zhu Houzhao, the Emperor of Great Ming, possessed great ambition.

He was also the true Son of Heaven, bearing the dragon qi of the dynasty, capable of mobilizing the power of national fate.

Before completely mastering Great Ming, Zhu Wushi could not yet fully reveal his wolfish ambitions.

Immediately, he ordered in a deep voice, "Issue the order: closely monitor all movements on Taohuadao!"

"Gather all intelligence on that flood dragon, down to the smallest detail, for this Marquis!"

"Furthermore, those spies from other factions captured near Taohuadao this time, send them all to the dungeon for this Marquis to 'entertain' properly!"

His voice carried an air of unquestionable authority and cold killing intent.

"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!" The black-clad secret agent replied respectfully, then quietly withdrew.

Zhu Wushi slowly rose to his feet, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering with deep, dark light.

He took a step forward, walking toward the dungeon deep within the Huolong Shanzhuang, a place that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard its name.

Inside the dungeon, it was dark and damp, filled with the scent of blood and despair.

Waves of shrill wails, painful moans, and desperate pleas for mercy rose and fell, never ceasing.

Zhu Wushi walked slowly into it, looking at the prisoners who had been tortured into unrecognizable shapes, a cold smile appearing on his face.

He extended his hand and sucked from afar!

A prisoner bound by iron chains let out a shrill scream.

The internal energy within his body, like floodwaters released from a broken dam, surged uncontrollably toward Zhu Wushi's palm!

It was the unique supreme technique of the Iron-Ball Divine Marquis—the Absorption Art!

Streams of pure internal energy were drawn into Zhu Wushi's body by him, transformed for his own use.

The already terrifying aura surrounding him climbed even higher, step by step!

Faintly, it had already reached the Peak realm of the Grandmaster realm! Only one step separated him from the Immortal Realm of the Earthly Immortal!

"Soon! Soon!" Zhu Wushi felt the surging power within his body, his eyes flickering with madness.

"Once this Marquis has drained the internal energy of these useless trash, I will surely break through to the Immortal Realm of the Earthly Immortal!"

"At that time, what dynasty dragon qi, what position of Son of Heaven, will all be within this Marquis's grasp!"

He let out a low, hideous, sinister laugh, his gaze seeming to pierce through the barriers of space, looking toward the distant Taohuadao in the Eastern Sea.

"Little flood dragon, wait for this Marquis!"

"Once this Marquis attains the Immortal Realm of the Earthly Immortal, I will certainly go personally to meet you!"

"Let us see how much capability this so-called flood dragon of yours truly possesses!"

"If you are sensible, then obediently submit to this Marquis and help me achieve a hegemony that will last a thousand autumns!"

"If you are ungrateful, then this Marquis will personally take this little loach of yours, strip its tendons and skin, and refine it into a great medicine!"