Chapter 143

Therefore, he had specially sent Xiao Yuanshan, an old enemy with whom he shared a blood feud, to guard this very spot!

"Xiao Yuanshan! You... how could you be here?!" Murong Bo asked in a hoarse voice, his heart filled with ominous foreboding.

Xiao Yuanshan did not answer his question; he simply stared at him with eyes full of bloodshot veins, speaking word by word:

"Murong Bo! Thirty years ago, outside Yanmen Pass, you, you dog thief, in an attempt to stir up strife between Song and Liao, vainly tried to fish in troubled waters to realize your delusional dream of restoring the Yan Kingdom!"

"You even designed to frame me, causing my family to be destroyed and my wife to die a tragic death!"

"This blood feud, I, Xiao Yuanshan, will never forget in this life or the next!"

"Today is the day you pay for your blood debts with your own blood!"

Before the words had fully left his lips, Xiao Yuanshan let out a roar, spoke no more, his figure swayed, and like Mount Menghuxia descending, carrying the force of Lei Tingwanjun, he slammed a palm fiercely toward Murong Bo!

This palm of his condensed his lifetime of skill and the overwhelming hatred suppressed for decades!

The palm wind whistled, its momentum shocking the heavens!

Two top-tier experts, both famous for years and both having reached the Grandmaster Realm, instantly clashed within this narrow dungeon!

For a moment, palm winds, fist forces, finger powers... crisscrossed in all directions!

The entire dungeon shook violently due to the terrifying aftermath of their exchange, as if it would collapse at any moment!

"Xiao Yuanshan! You are mad! We are both Grandmasters; why must we fight to the death here!" Murong Bo shouted angrily while desperately defending against Xiao Yuanshan's attack, which was like a violent storm.

He could feel that Xiao Yuanshan's strength seemed even greater than he remembered!

Xiao Yuanshan, however, acted as if mad; every move was ruthless, every technique lethal, giving Murong Bo not even a moment to catch his breath.

As he struck, he poured out all the hatred and pain suppressed in his heart for decades:

"Mad? Yes! I am mad! I was driven mad by you, this despicable villain!"

"These years, you assumed the name of a nameless old monk and hid in the Scripture Repository of Songshan Shaolin, thinking you could rest easy?"

"Do you know that I too have infiltrated the Scripture Repository many times, wanting to steal Songshan Shaolin's unique skills to avenge my wife and child!"

"The two of us have clashed in secret countless times! Yet you never dared to show your true face!"

"You coward! You coward!"

Hearing Xiao Yuanshan's words, Murong Bo's heart was stirred up into towering waves!

He finally understood why, back then in the Scripture Repository, he always felt a faint, elusive hostility watching him!

Why he would inexplicably come into conflict with a mysterious man in black!

It turned out... it turned out that person was actually Xiao Yuanshan!

And he himself had been kept in the dark all this time!

In recent days, under Brother Ning Chuan's guidance, Xiao Yuanshan not only fully recovered from his injuries but also advanced his cultivation base even further!

His understanding of the Dao had also reached a new height!

Coupled with the fire of revenge filling his heart at this moment, his battle spirit was Gao Ang!

With this shift in momentum, Murong Bo gradually fell into a disadvantage, suppressed by Xiao Yuanshan to the point where he could barely breathe!

Murong Bo was greatly alarmed in his heart!

He never expected that Xiao Yuanshan's strength would have advanced to such a degree in such a short time!

This was simply incredible!

Seeing that he was about to be unable to hold on, Murong Bo's eyes rolled, and he suddenly spoke:

"Brother Xiao! Let us temporarily set aside the grudge between us!"

"You are now subservient to that flood dragon; I suppose it was forced upon you, coerced by it!"

"Why not join forces with me to first slay that demon snake? Then, we can resolve our grudge later, how about that?"

He tried to turn Xiao Yuanshan, for in his view, no one would willingly submit to a demonic beast.

However, upon hearing Murong Bo's words, Xiao Yuanshan's face revealed an expression of utmost respect and piety.

He sneered and said, "Murong Bo, how could a villain like you understand the greatness and sanctity of the Master?!"

"To be able to submit under the Master's seat is a blessing for three lifetimes for me, Xiao!"

Before the words had fully left his lips, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly swayed his figure, bypassing Murong Bo's defense with a bizarre angle.

Then, catching him off guard, he slammed a palm fiercely into the chest of Murong Fu, who had just been protected behind Murong Bo.

"Pfft!"

Murong Fu was already Suffering heavy injuries, his breath faint; how could he possibly withstand this palm of Xiao Yuanshan, full of hatred?

He did not even have time to scream; he spat blood, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing against the hard stone wall, his breath completely cut off.

"Fu'er—!!!"

Seeing this, Murong Bo's eyes bulged as if they would split, letting out a mournful roar of unparalleled grief!

He never expected that Xiao Yuanshan would deal such a deadly blow to his only son!

Overwhelming anger and hatred instantly drowned his reason!

"Xiao Yuanshan! I and you... will never coexist under the same sky! 353!!"

Murong Bo, acting as if possessed, threw himself at Xiao Yuanshan recklessly!

The two clashed again; this time, every move was a gamble for life, fighting until death or until neither remained!

The two fought from inside the dungeon out to the outside, then from the ground up into the half-sky!

The might of the Grandmaster Realm experts was fully displayed!

The entire Taohuadao was shaken by the terrifying aftermath of their clash!

Everyone was startled, looking up at the sky in shock.

The more Murong Bo fought, the more alarmed he became; the more he fought, the more incredible it seemed!

He discovered that Xiao Yuanshan's strength was even greater than he had imagined!

Not only was his internal energy immensely profound, but his techniques were also exquisitely superb, even faintly carrying a trace of... the Dao's rhyme?!

This... this Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, how is it possible that in such a short time, his strength had advanced to such a degree?!

Could it be... also the means of that flood dragon?!

Just as Southern Murong Bo's heart was filled with shock and doubt, gradually feeling unable to hold on.

Suddenly!

He felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure coming from behind!

That pressure was cold and majestic, as if it could freeze his very soul!

The hair on the back of his neck instantly stood on end!

He was horrified to discover that Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, who had been fighting him endlessly, had actually stopped his attack.

Furthermore, he bowed respectfully towards the one behind him, saying in his mouth:

"Master!"

Southern Murong Bo's heart gave a thud, and an ominous premonition instantly shrouded his entire body.

He turned his head with difficulty.

There, a terrifying flood dragon, twenty meters long in body, with a single horn on its head, three claws on its belly, and its entire body covered in pitch-black scales.

At some unknown time, it had silently appeared behind him!

Those pale golden dragon eyes were gazing at him quietly, the look in them filled with indifference and coldness.

As if looking at an insignificant ant.

That terrifying pressure originating from the life layer, like Mount Tai pressing down, heavily crushed upon Southern Murong Bo's heart!

Making even his breathing become difficult!

Brother Ning Chuan's voice, carrying a hint of mockery and coldness, slowly rose:

"Southern Murong Bo?"

Hearing this voice, Southern Murong Bo felt his whole body go soft, nearly falling from mid-air.

The expression on his face was uglier than crying, and he spoke with a trembling voice:

"Flood... Flood Dragon Island Lord... mis... misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"

In his heart at this moment, he was filled with endless regret and fear!

Had he known this, he would rather have fathered another son than ever set foot on Taohuadao!

Where was this a paradise secluded from the world? It was clearly a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!

Brother Ning Chuan looked at Southern Murong Bo's terrified appearance, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc, and said lightly:

"Since you have come, then... do not leave."

Saying this.