Chapter 174

"A mere little flood-dragon dares to be so insolent before us?!"

"We are just about to test how much weight your so-called flood-dragon actually carries!"

They too were holding back a surge of anger in their hearts.

Earlier, Zhao Min's Valued so highly this flood-dragon had made them feel deeply resentful.

They would use facts to prove that this so-called flood-dragon, before them true Liangda Sect masters, was utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow!

Brother Ning Chuan's gaze, as if looking upon the dead, glanced lightly at these three unaware-of-death fellows.

In his eyes, these three Liangda Sect masters were no different from ants, and were not worth fearing at all.

His attention rested more on the black-clad figure beside Zhao Min, who had remained silent all along yet possessed an unfathomable aura.

From that black-clad figure, he faintly sensed a thread of... threat.

"A few mere ants dare to clamor before this Seat?" Brother Ning Chuan sneered, his voice filled with endless contempt.

"Seeking death!"

Upon hearing this, Jinlun Fawang instantly flew into a rage!

When had He Ceng ever suffered such humiliation?!

He roared, hesitating not a whit, and struck first!

"Wicked beast! Let us see how many moves your mudfish can withstand before the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art of my Golden Wheel Temple!"

He saw his entire body's bones and tendons crackle, his muscles knot, instantly erupting with terrifying power like a primordial savage beast!

It was the supreme divine art he had cultivated bitterly for many years—the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art!

Behind him, the phantom silhouette of a dragon and elephant roaring even faintly materialized!

He thrust both palms forward; several golden Dharma wheels condensed from pure internal energy whistled and spiraled, carrying the terrifying might to tear apart everything, crashing down upon Brother Ning Chuan's head!

The Xuanming Elders followed closely behind, simultaneously emitting a sinister, eerie cackle!

Their palms fluttered; waves of bone-chilling cold, as if capable of freezing souls, the power of the Xuanming Divine Palm, spread like a tide, coordinating with Jinlun Fawang's fierce palm force to form an even more bizarre and powerful attack!

Facing the combined assault of these three Liangda Sect masters, Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes remained utterly indifferent.

He did not even bother to move a muscle.

He merely casually raised a massive Long Zhao covered in hard scales.

Then, he squeezed lightly!

"Boom!!!"

That seemingly indestructible dragon-elephant phantom capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones, along with those several whistling, spiraling golden Dharma wheels.

Under Brother Ning Chuan's seemingly casual squeeze, they suddenly shattered like fragile glass!

Turning into a sky-filling shower of golden light points, vanishing into nothingness!

"Pah!"

Jinlun Fawang, as if struck heavily, spat blood wildly from his mouth, his face instantly turning as pale as paper!

His proud Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had actually... actually been broken so easily by the opponent?!

"This... how is this possible?! My Dragon-Elephant power..." His eyes were filled with incredulous horror and despair.

Nearby, Ma Yu, Qiu Qiu Chuji, and other Dengquanzhen Sect disciples stood with mouths agape, their minds shattered!

They finally understood why their own Master Wang Chong had been so cautious before this flood-dragon, even to the point of swallowing his anger!

Such strength was simply unimaginable!

Seeing this, the Xuanming Elders were also terrified out of their wits, immediately crying out in alarm:

"Not good! This demon's strength is too great! Attack together quickly! Join forces against the enemy!"

They dared not harbor even a shred of contempt, immediately driving their own methods to the extreme!

The chilling power of the Xuanming Divine Palm coordinated with a certain combined formation they had cultivated for many years.

Instantly, in front of them, a huge, hideous ghost face composed of ice-blue cold qi condensed!

That ghost face opened a bloody maw, emitting a silent roar, carrying the terrifying cold that freezes everything, and lunged fiercely at Brother Ning Chuan!

This strike gathered the lifetime power of their two Liangda Sect masters, its might several times greater than when they faced Wang Chongyang!

Seeing this, Wang Chongyang's face turned solemn, his heart secretly on guard.

He knew that the combined technique of these two Xuanming Elders was no small matter; even he dared not easily clash with it head-on.

Zhao Min's face also displayed a smile of triumph once more.

This combined formation was found by her in the secret hoard of the Mongol Yuan imperial family; its power was unparalleled, specifically designed to deal with top-tier experts.

She believed that even if this flood-dragon's strength was great, facing such a refined combined technique, it would surely be flustered and unable to cope.

The black-clad figure standing beside her also nodded slightly, seeming quite approving of this combined formation.

However, Brother Ning Chuan, looking at that hideous ice-blue ghost face, remained utterly calm and indifferent on his face.

His massive flood-dragon body, at this moment, suddenly erupted with brilliant dark-gold radiance!

Heavenly Flood-Dragon Hundred Refinements Body, fully activated!

He saw his body instantly expand once more!

Thirty meters!

Forty meters!

Finally, it transformed into a terrifying black flood-dragon fifty meters long, stretching across heaven and earth, blocking out the sun and sky!

That terrifying pressure originating from the ancient primordial times, like a tangible tide, swept out in all directions!

Causing the entire valley to tremble!

Immediately, his massive tail, like a divine dragon swishing its tail, whipped out fiercely!

Heavenly Flood-Dragon Sky-Splitting Whip!

A black whip shadow, a hundred zhang long, like a black lightning tearing through the heavens, slammed down with terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth upon the grotesque ice-blue ghost face!

Where the whip shadow passed, space itself seemed to rip apart, emitting piercing sonic booms!

Faintly, the sounds of wind and thunder followed, shaking heaven and earth!

"¨. Boom—!!!!"

A roar louder and more terrifying than any before exploded violently throughout the valley!

The grotesque ice-blue ghost face, the instant it contacted the devastating black whip shadow,

Could not resist for even a breath—like snow melted by a red-hot iron, it shattered instantly! Dissolved!

Turned into countless ice crystals, scattering in all directions!

And that terrifying black whip shadow, after shattering the ice-blue ghost face, retained its momentum!

Slammed violently into the bodies of the Two Elders of Xuanming and the Golden Wheel Dharmaraja!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

All three simultaneously reeled as if struck by lightning, blood gushing from their mouths like water from an open tap!

Their bodies flew like kites with severed strings, crashing through countless towering trees before landing heavily a hundred zhang away, life or death unknown!

Not even a cry escaped them—they had already lost consciousness completely!

Just one strike! (Good Zhao's)

Three renowned, powerful Grand Masters were defeated by Brother Ning Chuan as easily as dry grass crushed underfoot!

The scene plunged into a deathly silence!

So quiet, a pin could be heard dropping!

Wang Chongyang, watching this scene as if gods or demons had descended, felt a shock beyond words!

He murmured to himself: "He… he's grown stronger again! Stronger than when he was on Taohuadao—not by just a little!"

He felt the gap between himself and this dragon had widened further still.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and the other Dengquanzhen Sect disciples trembled all over, pale as death.

They sucked in sharp breaths, feeling their hearts nearly stop beating.

"Ssshh—! This… this is really… this strong?!"

They finally understood why their Master had been so… "docile" before this Dragon Island Master.

Zhao Min's once-smug face, still tinged with a hint of pride, had now turned utterly ashen, devoid of all color!

Her three prideful masters… had not even withstood a single strike from him?!

This… how could this be?!

For the first time, her gaze toward Brother Ning Chuan revealed unmistakable fear and horror!

The black-robed figure beside her, who had remained silent all along, now finally gathered in his eyes—hidden beneath his hood—an unprecedented battle intent and Solemn resolve!