Chapter 179: Nine Turns Inner Pill! The Fox Spirit Zhao Min Submits!

Xu Yanbing lay on the cold ground, his breath as faint as a dying thread.

In those eyes, once filled with arrogance and confidence, there now remained only endless desolation and disbelief.

He could not fathom how he, the supreme master of the spear who had roamed the Jianghu of Liyang for decades, spearing countless experts and hailed as the number one beneath the Earthly Immortals,

could today be defeated so miserably, so utterly!

Even his innate divine weapon had been crushed to pieces by someone!

The strength of this black flood dragon was simply too great!

It had reached a realm of despair for him!

This could no longer be explained by mere Wu Gong!

This was clearly an unparalleled ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient primordial chaos!

Within the valley, a deathly silence reigned.

Everyone was completely stunned into a stupor by the god-and-demon-like battle scene before their eyes, losing the ability to speak.

Ma Yu, Qiu Qiu Chuji, and the surviving disciples of the Quanzhen Sect looked at the black flood dragon hovering in midair, radiating boundless majesty.

In their hearts, there was no longer the slightest resentment or unwillingness, only awe and worship akin to gazing upon a heavenly deity.

They finally understood now why their own Master Wang Chongyang had been so... humble before this Dragon Island Lord.

Such an existence was simply beyond the comprehension and resistance of us mere mortals!

At the same time, complex emotions filled their hearts.

The Daoist canon of the Quanzhen Sect was to be handed over to such a... non-human existence?

This made them feel somewhat absurd, and yet also somewhat... indescribable expectation?

Divine ability, Wang Chong, stared blankly at Brother Ning Chuan.

He murmured to himself: "That... that exactly what supreme art is it? Why... why does it possess such terrifying power?"

"That power seems... to have already transcended the Fan Chou of martial arts Gao Qi..."

He boasted of being a martial arts genius, well-read in all books, and knowing the Wu Gong of the world as well as he knew his own hand.

But before Brother Ning Chuan, he felt like a young child just beginning to learn Wu Gong, shallow and ignorant.

The pride and confidence in his heart were shattered into pieces at this very moment.

Princess Shao Min, Zhao Min, was so frightened that her beautiful face lost all color, her pale cheeks turning bloodless.

Her clever and cunning mind was now a blank, her heart beating like a war drum, almost jumping out of her throat.

She tried to feign composure, but her slightly trembling delicate body exposed her inner fear and horror.

She never expected that her most relied-upon Mr. Xu Yanbing would... would actually be defeated?!

Moreover, defeated so quickly, so miserably!

Golden Wheel Dharma King, who had just woken up from his faint, happened to witness the miserable scene of Xu Yanbing being heavily injured by Brother Ning Chuan's single move of Black Water Dragon Breath and falling to the ground.

His eyes, already somewhat glazed from fright, rolled back suddenly, and he... he actually fainted again!

This Mongol Imperial Preceptor, once so arrogant, was clearly completely terrified out of his wits by Brother Ning Chuan's terrifying strength.

Gaze filled with awe, fear, and a hint of curiosity unconsciously converged on the black flood dragon hovering in midair and the dying Spear Saint Xu Yanbing lying on the ground.

One man and one dragon formed a stark and heart-pounding contrast.

Xu Yanbing felt Brother Ning Chuan's cold and indifferent gaze, and that massive Long Zhao pressing on his chest, as if containing the force of ten thousand tons.

He knew that today, he was likely doomed.

But, after all, he was a generation's Spear Saint, and in his heart, he still retained the last shred of dignity belonging to a strong man.

He gritted his teeth, using the last of his strength, and threatened in a hoarse voice:

"You... if you kill me... to the ends of the earth... you... you will also find it hard to escape death!"

"My Prince... my Prince will never let you go!"

He tried to use the name of Prince of Beiliang, Xu Xiao, to intimidate this terrifying flood dragon.

Hearing this, a sneer of disdain flashed in Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes.

"Prince of Beiliang, Xu Xiao?"

"Hehe, he should first think about whether he can walk out of Beiliang safely."

"As far as this Seat knows, your old Prince has offended the Emperor of the Liyang Dynasty quite a bit over these years."

Brother Ning Chuan's voice, carrying a hint of mockery and ridicule, slowly recounted some secrets from the past:

"Back then, your Beiliang Wang Fei, Wu Su, fought alone against the nine great experts of the world at the Sword Tomb, and finally died from exhaustion, her fragrance and beauty fading away."

"This matter, though seemingly a Jianghu vendetta, how could there not be the shadow of the Liyang Imperial Family behind it?"

"That Emperor, sitting so high above, is extremely wary of the thirty thousand Beiliang Iron Cavalry in your Prince's hands!"

"Over these years, he has secretly and openly set up countless plots and schemes targeting Beiliang."

"Your Prince is likely now overwhelmed and unable to attend to his own affairs; where would he have the energy to care about your life or death?"

Hearing that Brother Ning Chuan knew such core secrets involving the Wang Fu of Beiliang and the Liyang Imperial Family so well and could recount them so smoothly,

the eyes that had already been somewhat glazed instantly exploded with an expression of unbelievable horror!

His pupils shrank violently, and his voice trembled intensely due to extreme shock:

"You... you... how do you know these things?!"

These matters were the highest secrets of the Wang Fu of Beiliang! Except for the core members of the Wang Fu, absolutely no outsiders knew them!

What He Fangshensheng is this flood dragon before our eyes?! How could it even see through such secrets so clearly?!

Could it... could it really deduce the secrets of heaven and see into the past and future?!

Seeing Xu Yanbing's utterly horrified appearance, the curve of Brother Ning Chuan's mouth became even colder.

He continued speaking: "Rest assured, this Seat currently has no interest in your old Prince."

"However, sooner or later, Benzuo Society will personally trample Beiliang into the ground and turn that so-called Listening Tide Pavilion into dust."

"It is a pity that you... will not see it..."

Before the words had even finished!

The massive Long Zhao pressing on Xu Yanbing's chest suddenly exerted force!

"Crack!"

A bone-shattering sound that made teeth ache rang out!