Chapter 145: Easily Suppressed! Condensing a Solid Core! Divine Methods of the Immortals!

At the very instant when Ning Chuan's massive dragon claw, covered in grim scales and shimmering with dark-gold luster, was about to descend upon his head.

In the distance, several figures were rushing over at high speed.

They were Huang Rong, the Old Pervert Zhou Botong, Wang Yuyan, and others, hurriedly arriving, startled by the earth-shattering sounds of the battle over here.

As soon as they drew near, they happened to witness this shocking scene.

"Another Grandmaster expert is raiding Taohuadao at night?!"

Qu Lingfeng and the others, sensing the terrifying aura of a Grandmaster-level expert emanating from Southern Murong Bo, were all startled.

They never expected that, following the previous Xiao Yuanshan, yet another Grandmaster-level powerhouse had infiltrated Taohuadao!

Moreover, it seemed that he bore a deep, bitter hatred toward that senior, Xiao Yuanshan.

However, when they saw the black flood dragon hovering in midair, twenty meters long, majestic and domineering, radiating an aura of world-destroying power.

Their worry instantly transformed into intense expectation and fervor.

They believed that with Island Master Ning Chuan present, any powerful enemy would be nothing but straw dogs, unable to withstand a single blow!

They looked forward to witnessing once again the supreme divine might of Island Master Ning Chuan, as if gods and demons had descended to the world!

And Southern Murong Bo, locked in the grip of Ning Chuan's terrifying dragon claw, also felt an unprecedented crisis of death at this moment!

He knew that today, he was likely doomed!

In this desperate situation, the face of Southern Murong Bo, twisted by anger and fear, erupted with a crazed, hideous expression!

"You vile beast! Do not be arrogant! Do you truly think I, Southern Murong Bo, fear you?!"

He let out a roar of unwillingness, driving the potential within his body to its absolute limit at this very moment!

He knew that ordinary methods could in no way withstand the thunderous strike of the terrifying flood dragon before him.

The only course of action now was to gamble his life; perhaps there would still be a sliver of hope!

He held back nothing, and the true qi within his body erupted like a volcano!

He even dared to use a family Secret Technique that would damage his foundation and consume his life essence!

Even if his cultivation base would later fall from the Grandmaster Realm, or even leave irreparable wounds, he did not care!

He wanted to live!

"Dou Zhuan Xing Yi! Qiankun Nuoyi! For this old man... Break!!!"

Southern Murong Bo's beard and hair stood on end, his appearance like that of a madman!

He thrust both palms forward, and the true qi within his body began to circulate in an incredibly profound manner!

Drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him, he formed a visible vortex of energy!

Within that vortex, it seemed to contain the terrifying power to invert heaven and earth and shift the stars!

This was the supreme art of the Southern Murong family, renowned throughout the world—Dou Zhuan Xing Yi!

Now, under his all-out exertion at any cost, its power was several times greater than at any time in the past!

He intended to use this move to clash directly with Ning Chuan's terrifying dragon claw descending to suppress him!

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan, standing aside, felt his heart tighten slightly!

He knew well the formidable nature of Southern Murong Bo's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi; it was a miraculous martial art that borrowed force to strike back, using an opponent's own methods against them.

If handled improperly, one could easily be taken advantage of by it.

Instinctively, he wanted to step forward to help, lending a hand to his master.

But, in the next instant.

Just like the others, he stood with his mouth agape, watching the scene unfolding before him, a sight they would never forget in their lives!

They saw that, facing Southern Murong Bo's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, which had condensed his life's work and even unleashed a Secret Technique, radiating an earth-shattering momentum.

A trace of disdain and indifference flashed within Ning Chuan's pair of pale-gold dragon eyes.

Upon his massive dragon claw descending to suppress, a layer of even more condensed, deeper, and more domineering dark-black demonic power suddenly coalesced!

Within that demonic power, it seemed to contain a terrifying will to devour everything and destroy everything!

Compared to the so-called "Long Zhao Hand" of Songshan Shaolin, it was a difference between clouds and mud; it was not even worthy of lacing the shoes of this true Long Zhao!

Boom-boom-boom!!!

A terrifying roar, like thunder exploding in the Nine Heavens, echoed across the sky above Taohuadao!

Ning Chuan's massive dragon claw, covered in dark-black demonic power, and Southern Murong Bo's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, which had drawn upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, collided violently!

There was no stalemate whatsoever!

There was no suspense whatsoever!

It was as if a steel giant hammer had smashed upon a fragile egg!

Southern Murong Bo's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, which he had taken pride in and was confident could invert heaven and earth, was fragile and unable to withstand a single blow before Ning Chuan's absolute power and even more pure demonic power!

Almost at the instant of contact, it was ruthlessly torn apart and shattered by that utterly domineering dragon claw!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that had been drawn forth also instantly scattered, as if it had met its nemesis!

"Pfft—!!"

Southern Murong Bo, as if struck by lightning, spat out a mouthful of blood in a torrent, and like a kite with its string cut, plummeted straight down from midair!

He smashed violently onto the ground below, leaving a huge crater several meters deep!

Dust filled the air!

Easily!

Simply!

One could even say, it was a crushing defeat!

A Grandmaster expert, famous for many years and shaking the martial world, before Ning Chuan, could not even withstand a single move!

He was so ruthlessly suppressed with such decisive and clean efficiency!

Everyone was utterly stunned by the scene before their eyes!

Silence, like a crow's silence!

Even a needle dropping could be heard!

"Is... Island Lord's divine might!!!"

Qu Lingfeng was the first to react, his voice trembling violently from extreme excitement; he immediately knelt on the ground, bowing and worshipping Brother Ning Chuan!

In his heart, Brother Ning Chuan was no longer merely a temporary Island Lord, but a true deity!

In Wang Yuyan's beautiful apricot eyes, strange lights flickered continuously, filled with dazzling and bewitching brilliance.

As she gazed at that black flood dragon standing proudly in the sky, radiating endless majesty, her heart had already completely surrendered.

This is a true powerhouse! This is the true hero in her mind!

Compared to him, her so-called cousin Southern Murong Fu was nothing but an ant on the ground!

Huang Rong's face was also full of pride and arrogance; she clenched her small fists tightly, wishing to declare to the whole world that this flood dragon, which shook the world, was her Brother Chuan!

Only Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, after the shock, felt even greater turmoil surge within his heart!

He saw more clearly than others, and understood the intricacies even better!

"Master's strength... has actually increased again?! And... increased by so much?!"

"How could this have happened in such a short time?!"

His heart was filled with disbelief and awe.

Before, although he had also been defeated by Brother Ning Chuan, he could at least exchange several moves with him.

But now, Southern Murong Bo, whose strength was comparable to his own, and even slightly superior in some aspects,

was actually suppressed directly by a single claw of the Master?!

This... this is simply a world of difference!

What kind of terrifying existence is the Master?!

Everyone's thoughts differed, but without exception, they were all completely subdued by Brother Ning Chuan's world-destroying strike.

Southern Murong Bo lay in the deep pit he had smashed out himself, his bones all shattered, his internal energy scattered, with only a wisp of residual breath left.

His eyes were filled with endless shock and despair.

How could... how could he be so strong?!

The strength of this flood dragon was a hundred times more terrifying than he had imagined!