Chapter 171

The Dragon Island Lord actually... actually willing to personally intervene?!

This is simply an immense surprise!

With an existence like a god or demon intervening, those bandits will surely have no way to escape even with wings!

The Daoist Canon will surely be recovered intact!

He immediately bowed his head again to Brother Ning Chuan in gratitude: "Thank you, Island Lord! Thank you for your great kindness and virtue!"

However, the next moment.

He fell into deep shock once more!

He saw Brother Ning Chuan's massive dragon body suddenly soar into the air!

An invisible demonic power instantly wrapped around Ma Yu's body!

Ma Yu felt a flash before his eyes, and his body flew up uncontrollably!

Then, he discovered he had been gently grasped in the hand of a huge Long Zhao belonging to that black dragon!

Just like an eagle catching a chick!

Brother Ning Chuan's majestic and cold voice rang in his ears:

"Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, guard Taohuadao well! If there is any mishap, I will hold you accountable!"

His voice, transmitted through demonic power, clearly reached the ears of Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, who was handling affairs in the center of Taohuadao far away.

"Yes! Master! Your subordinate obeys!" Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's respectful voice also came from afar.

"Show the way!" Brother Ning Chuan's deep voice exploded above Ma Yu's head like a muffled thunderclap.

Ma Yu, terrified by this sudden turn of events and the terrifying pressure radiating from Brother Ning Chuan at such close range, was so frightened his soul fled and his face lost all color.

How could he dare show even the slightest negligence?

He immediately forced himself to endure the fear and shock in his heart, trembling as he pointed his finger toward the direction Wang Chongyang and others had pursued the bandits.

"Aaaah—!!!"

Brother Ning Chuan looked up to the sky and let out a Long Yin that shook heaven and earth!

His massive dragon body suddenly swayed in the air!

Four Long Zhao covered in hard scales stepped lightly upon the void!

His massive body, as if teleporting, transformed into a streak of black light and shot toward the direction Ma Yu had indicated!

Its speed was simply unimaginable!

It left behind only a series of violent sonic booms and dust kicked up into the sky by the powerful air currents!

Held within the Long Zhao, Ma Yu felt the wind howling in his ears and the scenery before his eyes rushing backward, so frightened he dared not even open his eyes.

His awe for this Dragon Island Lord had reached an unsurpassable degree!

This Divine ability, Wang Chong of flying through the air, was truly like that of an immortal or god!

On the other side.

In a desolate valley hundreds of li away from Taohuadao.

Wang Chongyang, the Divine ability, Wang Chong, was leading the remaining disciples of the Quanzhen Sect in an unceasing fierce battle against a group of mysterious men dressed in black.

They had tracked them all the way, leaving behind the Quanzhen Sect's unique contact marks along the route, and finally caught up with those men in black who had stolen the Daoist Canon in this valley.

"Bold ruffians! Quickly hand over our Quanzhen Sect's Daoist Canon! Otherwise, do not blame this poor Daoist for showing no mercy beneath the sword!"

Wang Chongyang's beard and hair stood on end, his angry eyes wide open; as he wielded the long sword in his hand, sword qi crisscrossed, sharp and ruthless!

At this moment, his heart was filled with endless rage and grievance.

Think of the Quanzhen Sect, the Diyida Sect of the world today; when had it ever suffered such humiliation?!

"Hehehe! Wang Chongyang, you old Daoist Priest, truly do not know life or death! You actually dare to chase here to deliver yourself to death!"

Three figures wearing black night-clothes, their faces covered with masks but radiating a powerful Grandmaster aura, flashed out from the ranks of the men in black, surrounding Wang Chongyang completely.

They were Jinlun Fawang and the Xuanming Elders, who had previously hidden their identities and, following Zhao Min's orders, come to intercept the road!

They emitted a series of chilling cold laughs, their tone filled with disdain and killing intent.

Immediately, a large number of archers suddenly surged out from the dense forests on both sides of the valley!

The arrows in their hands all shimmered with an eerie blue light; obviously they were dipped in deadly poison and specially forged to penetrate the protective true qi of martial artists!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sky-filling rain of arrows, like a locust swarm passing through, rained down upon the Quanzhen Sect disciples who were struggling to resist!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

For a moment, cries of agony rose and fell in succession!

How could those ordinary second and third-generation Quanzhen disciples withstand such a barrage of poisoned sharp arrows?

They fell one after another, struck by arrows, vomiting black blood, clearly beyond saving.

Even the Elders of the Innate Realm, such as Qiu Qiu Chuji, were forced into a panic by this sudden rain of arrows, facing danger at every turn.

Just at this moment.

A clear and pleasant female voice, yet carrying a touch of a young girl's particular willfulness and arrogance, came from above the valley:

"Hehehe... Wang Zhenren, long time no see?"

A peerless young girl dressed in the magnificent attire of a Mongol Princess, with a beautiful face and a heroic spirit, slowly walked down from above the valley, surrounded by dozens of Mongol warriors holding curved blades.

Beside her followed an unnamed powerhouse entirely shrouded in a black cloak, holding an eighteen-foot long spear, radiating a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble.

That young girl was none other than Princess Shao Min, who had previously orchestrated plans within the Wang Fu of Ruyang—Zhao Min!

"Wang Zhenren, this Princess respects you as a senior expert; why not submit to our Great Yuan and serve my father the King?"

Zhao Min said with a smile, yet her tone carried an imperious authority and confidence that brooked no denial.

"As long as you are willing to nod, these Daoist canons, this Princess can not only return to you intact, but in the future, glory and wealth, high office and thick salary, are also yours to choose; how about it?"

Wang Chongyang looked at the scene before him, and at the Quanzhen Sect disciples constantly falling into pools of blood; his heart was already filled with surging rage!

He recognized the other party's identity at a single glance!

"Evil woman! So it is you! Princess Shaomin of the Mongol Yuan Empire!"

Wang Chongyang, both shocked and enraged, shouted sternly: "You Mongol Tartars, how dare you be so despicable and shameless, striking with hidden arrows! And you even dare to covet the treasures of our Central Plains martial arts! It is simply a delusion!"

He secretly thought to himself, "We are doomed!"

Regretting that he should not have pursued so easily, falling into the trap carefully laid by the other party!

He knew that today would likely be difficult to resolve peacefully.

He shouted sorrowfully at the few remaining Quanzhen Sect disciples:

"You must flee quickly! Do not worry about me! If one can escape, let one escape! Report everything that happened here to fellow martial artists in the Jianghu, let them beware of the wolfish ambitions of the Mongol Tartars!"

"Want to escape? Too late!" Zhao Min sneered coldly, a flash of chilling killing intent passing through her eyes.

"Wang Zhenren, this Princess asks you one last time: are you willing to submit?"

Wang Chongyang looked at the disciples who had died miserably to protect the Daoist canons, and those currently being ruthlessly slaughtered; his heart was filled with endless grief and despair!

He looked up to the sky and let out a long, mournful cry, his voice shrill as he spoke:

"Evil woman! What you are seizing today belongs to the Island Lord of the Jiaolong Island of Taohuadao!"

"He possesses vast supernatural powers and boundless magical abilities; Dingranbu Society will not let this pass! You just wait to bear his surging rage!"

He attempted to use Brother Ning Chuan's name to intimidate the other party.

Zhao Min, upon hearing this, raised her willow eyebrows, a more playful smile appearing on her face:

"Oh? The Island Lord of the Jiaolong Island of Taohuadao?"

"This Princess would very much like to see if this legendary Island Lord of the Jiaolong is truly as the rumors say, living up to his name, with three heads and six arms, possessing vast supernatural powers?"

Speaking thus, she disdainfully glanced at the mysterious powerful figure beside her, who was entirely shrouded in a black cloak.

It seemed that in her view, even if that so-called Jiaolong arrived in person, he might not be the opponent of this black-clothed powerful figure.

However, at the very moment her words fell!

Suddenly!

"Aaaah—!!!!!"

A dragon's roar filled with endless majesty and chilling killing intent, like divine thunder from the nine heavens, rolled in from the distant horizon!

Immediately following, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like a tangible tide, descended from the sky!

Instantly enveloping the entire valley!

Under this terrifying pressure, whether it was Wang Chongyang, Jinlun Fawang, and the Xuanming Elders engaged in fierce battle, or the Mongol warriors and archers currently slaughtering the Quanzhen Sect disciples.

All felt waves of heart palpitations and suffocation!