Chapter 160

He saw him form hand seals with both hands, muttering incantations, practicing the Menquanzhen Sect's supreme technique—the Innate Art!

Waves of incredibly pure, boundless Innate true qi surged wildly from his body, forming a massive Taiji pattern around him!

Immediately, he joined his fingers like a sword and pointed far at Brother Ning Chuan!

"One Qi Transforms into Three Purities!"

He saw that massive Taiji pattern instantly split into three identical Daoist Priest shadows condensed from pure Innate true qi!

Every shadow emitted a terrifying aura no less than that of a Renheda Sect Grandmaster!

Immediately, those three Daoist Priest shadows simultaneously formed sword hand seals!

In an instant, sword light exploded!

Three sword lights became nine!

Nine sword lights became eighty-one!

Finally, they transformed into hundreds and thousands of impenetrable, sharp sword qi!

Like a violent storm, they swept over Brother Ning Chuan from all directions!

This was one of Wang Chongyang's ultimate moves, a supreme sword technique perfectly combining the Innate Art with the Menquanzhen Sect Sword Technique!

Its power was so strong that it would make any Renheda Sect Grandmaster turn pale!

It turned out that when he previously fought Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong, father and daughter, he had not used his full strength at all!

Otherwise, with his terrifying cultivation base as a seventh-tier Renheda Sect Grandmaster and such a god-and-demon-unpredictable sword technique.

Huang Yaoshi and his daughter would probably have been defeated long ago!

Huang Yaoshi, standing aside, saw Wang Chongyang unleash a sword technique of such might; his face changed slightly, and he secretly felt relieved in his heart.

Fortunately, fortunately, he had not really fought this old Daoist Priest to the death just now.

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's pupils shrank even more as he watched, thinking inwardly: "The name of the Middle Divine Communication is indeed well-deserved! This move, I fear, I could not easily withstand even in my prime!"

Brother Ning Chuan watched the sharp sword qi sweeping over from all directions; a faint trace of appreciation flashed in his pale golden dragon eyes.

"It does have some merit to watch."

He said calmly.

Immediately, he looked up to the sky and let out a dragon roar that shook heaven and earth!

"Aaaah——!!!"

Sky Serpent Soul-Suppressing Roar!

A sound wave, far more terrifying and condensed than before, containing endless Long Wei and immense demonic power, burst forth violently from his mouth like a tangible shockwave!

Where that sound wave passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of piercing explosions!

Hundreds and thousands of incredibly sharp Innate sword qi, under the impact of this heaven-and-earth-destroying sound wave, were instantly melted, shattered, and scattered like ice and snow under the sun!

They could not offer even the slightest resistance!

"Pah!"

Wang Chongyang felt as if struck by lightning; he felt an indescribable, terrifying force, passing through the invisible sound wave, hammering fiercely upon his soul and internal organs!

Blood gushed wildly from his mouth; his face instantly turned as pale as paper; his body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the beach dozens of zhang away, his aura utterly depleted.

In his eyes, which had originally been full of spirit, there was now disbelief, a loss of soul, and deep frustration.

"I... I have been defeated..."

Wang Chongyang struggled to rise from the ground, speaking hoarsely; his tone was filled with bitterness and unwillingness.

He never expected that he, the Middle Divine Communication, famous for decades and hailed as the number one under heaven.

Would be defeated so easily, so thoroughly!

Unable to even withstand a single move of the opponent!

Just what terrifying realm had the strength of this black flood dragon reached?!

Inside the courtyard, silence like death fell once again.

Everyone was utterly shocked beyond measure by the scene before their eyes!

Huang Yaoshi looked at the soul-lost Wang Chongyang; a hundred feelings surged in his heart, some taking pleasure in his misfortune, some feeling sympathy for his plight; finally, it could only turn into a helpless sigh; he waved his hand, signaling that this matter should end here.

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's face was full of fanaticism and reverence; in his heart, his Master's power had long surpassed mortal imagination; even the number one under heaven, the Middle Divine Communication, before his Master, was nothing but a mud chicken and clay dog!

Huang Rong was so excited her small face turned red; she wished she could immediately throw herself onto Brother Ning Chuan and be affectionate; Brother Chuan was truly too amazing!

Brother Ning Chuan looked at the wretched Wang Chongyang and said coldly:

"Regarding today's matter, do you think it can be easily swept aside?"

His voice carried an undeniable majesty, making the atmosphere that had just calmed down become stagnant once again.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan felt a chill in his heart, knowing the other party intended to hold him accountable for trespassing on Taohuadao and for his previous fight with Huang Rong.

Just then, the Old Foolish Child Zhou Botong bounced out again and said to Wang Chongyang:

"Second Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother! I think the place here with First Senior Brother is very good; there is good food, fun things, and First Senior Brother protects me!"

"How about... you simply move our Menquanzhen Sect here to Taohuadao? Everyone together, how lively it would be!"

His words were innocent and whimsical, completely out of touch with reality.

Hearing this, everyone could not help but laugh, finding the situation both funny and ridiculous.

Wang Chongyang was so angry he blew his beard and glared, wishing he could immediately catch this troublesome junior brother and take him back for proper discipline.

But immediately, he sighed dejectedly, knowing he was currently no match for this flood dragon.

He took a deep breath and said solemnly to Brother Ning Chuan:

"This Daoist Priest is inferior in skill and willingly admits defeat."

"I have heard that you like to collect books from all under heaven; this Daoist Priest is willing to offer all the Daoist scriptures and secret manuals collected by our Menquanzhen Sect as a gift of apology for today's offense; I hope you can calm your anger."

He knew this was the only thing he could currently put forward that was most likely to satisfy the other party.

(Good Zhao) Hearing this, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed within Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes.

He nodded lightly and said, "That's more like it."

The Daoist canon of the Quanzhen Sect, while perhaps not as vast as that of Songshan Shaolin, surely contained many precious treasures, which would greatly benefit him in forging the path of demon cultivation.

Immediately, his massive serpent-dragon body surged upward into the sky!

With a single extension of his dragon claws, he snatched up Li Qiushui, who had previously had her cultivation base sealed by him and now lay collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

Then, amidst a dragon's roar that shook heaven and earth, he flew toward the center of Taohuadao!

Leaving only a cold and domineering sentence echoing in everyone's ears:

"Wang Chongyang, I give you half a month!"

"If, after half a month, I do not see your Quanzhen Sect's Daoist canon on Taohuadao,"

"Then I, myself, will proceed to Mount Zhongnan and bloodily wipe out your entire Quanzhen Sect!"

"Take care!"

His voice was filled with an undeniable killing intent and majesty!

Upon hearing these words, Wang Chongyang's heart suddenly shivered with dread!

He did not doubt for a moment that this mysterious and powerful serpent-dragon before him absolutely possessed the strength, and absolutely possessed the courage, to carry out such a earth-shattering deed!

Daring not to show the slightest negligence, he immediately decided to return to Mount Zhongnan and deliver the sect's canon as soon as possible.

The crowd on the shore, watching Brother Ning Chuan's terrifying figure recede like a god or demon, all marveled silently in their hearts.

Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, in particular, gazed at Brother Ning Chuan's back with complex eyes, feeling both some loss and some admiration.

He had to admit that this utterly domineering style of action, which pursued justice with swift retribution, was something he, Huang Yaoshi, greatly appreciated!

Perhaps, under the leadership of such a powerful island master, Taohuadao would usher in a brand new, even more glorious era!