Chapter 225: Ants, Attack Together! A Bloody Massacre! The Terrifying Dragon-Serpent!

Above Brightness Peak, a death-like silence reigned.

The sound of a falling needle could be heard.

The air seemed to solidify in that very moment.

Only that person's heavy breathing, suppressed by all, and that faint, heart-racing scent of blood lingered in the air.

The tragic end of Emei Sect's Sect Master, the grand master Jue Mie Shi Tai, was like a bucket of ice water poured squarely on the hearts of everyone from the Liudamen Sect.

It instantly sobered them from the slight luck and frenzy born of their numbers.

They looked at the black dragon-serpent hovering in mid-air, its body radiating a terrifying pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Their eyes were filled with an indescribable horror and deep apprehension!

This dragon-serpent's power was even more terrifying than they had imagined! Even more brutal!

One word out of line, and it would strike to kill directly! And so decisively, leaving no room for compromise!

How could this be a being one could reason with? This was clearly an unparalleled ferocious beast that had walked out of the ancient primordial chaos!

Dongfang Bubai, the Sect Master of the Sun and Moon Divine Cult, whose eyes had originally held a touch of charm and femininity, was now also filled with solemnity and apprehension.

Looking at Brother Ning Chuan, he pondered silently in his heart:

"What a fierce dragon-serpent! What a domineering method!"

"Today's affair, I fear... will end in failure."

Although he was arrogant about his Wu Gong being Gao Qiang, and the Sunflower Manual was Mo Ce, even to gods and ghosts.

Facing this deep and unfathomable black dragon-serpent before him, he had not the slightest confidence.

Moreover, his coming here was to act in secret, ordered by Tie Dan Shen Hou Zhu Wushi.

If he were to fall here because of this, it would be a loss far outweighing the gain.

Thinking of Zhu Wushi's equally unfathomable power and ruthless methods, Dongfang Bubai felt a slight shiver in his heart.

He began to calculate how he could escape safely without offending this dragon-serpent.

Just at this moment, when swords were drawn and the atmosphere was filled with solemnity to the extreme.

Within the crowd, suddenly "Three Eight Seven" rang out with a series of murmurs carrying a tone of incitement and seduction:

"Did you all see?! This dragon-serpent is so brutal and bloodthirsty! It takes a life at the slightest disagreement!"

"What difference is there between this and those demon cultivators of the Mo Sect?!"

"I say, it and these demons of the Duiming Sect are nothing but the same kind of scum! They should all be killed!"

"Everyone, attack together! I don't believe it can kill us all!"

"..."

These voices were like stones thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up layers of ripples.

The people of the Liudamen Sect, whose fighting spirit had dissipated and fear had taken root due to Jue Mie Shi Tai's tragic death.

Under these words deliberately fanning the flames and provoking, the fear and hesitation in their hearts actually dissipated a little.

Replacing it was a surge of anger at being insulted and looked down upon!

The Abbot of Songshan Songshan Shaolin Sect, Gao Seng Kongwen, stepped out from the crowd.

Although he too felt his heart race at Brother Ning Chuan's terrifying power, as the pillar of the Wu Lin and the leader of Songshan Songshan Shaolin.

He felt it necessary to step forward and speak a few words of justice.

He pressed his palms together, bowed to Brother Ning Chuan, and said in a deep voice:

"Amitabha, Disciple Ning, where there is room for mercy, show mercy."

"Although Jue Mie Shi Tai's words were largely offensive, her crime did not warrant death."

"For Disciple to take her life in a fit of rage is, perhaps... too cruel and bloodthirsty."

"It goes against the harmony of heaven, and one may fear heavenly retribution."

He tried to use Buddhist teachings to convert this fierce dragon-serpent.

However, upon hearing Kongwen's high-sounding words, a trace of cold mockery and disdain flashed through Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes.

He gazed coldly at Kongwen, and a more vast and boundless terrifying pressure, like a tangible tide, swept towards the Songshan Songshan Shaolin monks!

"A mere bald Songshan Songshan Shaolin donkey dares to question my actions before this Seat?"

Brother Ning Chuan's voice was like ice from the Nine Nether, cold and bone-piercing, filled with unquestionable authority and thick killing intent!

Struck by the terrifying pressure radiating from Brother Ning Chuan, Gao Seng Kongwen felt his qi and blood churn, his face instantly turning pale as paper!

The Gao Seng behind him, such as Kong Zhi and Kong Xing, were shaken back repeatedly, their eyes filled with horror and anger!

"Demon! Do not be so arrogant!"

"Our Buddha is compassionate, but even the Buddha has a Jin Gang's wrathful face! Today, we shall act on behalf of heaven to subdue demons and suppress evil!"

The Songshan Songshan Shaolin monks glared angrily at Brother Ning Chuan, drawing their precept knives and Zen staffs, ready to confront him.

The five Elders of Kongdong Sect, whose tempers were even more fiery, already hated the Duiming Sect to the bone.

Seeing Brother Ning Chuan so arrogant now, they were beyond rage!

"What a arrogant demon! Do you truly think you are invincible under heaven?!"

"Everyone, attack together! I don't believe that with so many of us, so many Grand Masters and Great Grand Masters, we cannot subdue it?!"

They shouted loudly, trying to stir up the crowd's shared hatred.

Under their incitement, and stimulated by the humiliation of being looked down upon by Brother Ning Chuan.

The anger and fighting spirit in the hearts of the Liudamen Sect people, who had been somewhat hesitant and fearful, were ignited once more!

They drew their weapons one after another, glaring at Brother Ning Chuan, their spirits inflamed!

They looked ready to attack in a group at the slightest disagreement!

The people of the Duiming Sect on Brightness Peak, seeing this scene, were no less yielding, sneering coldly and drawing their blades in response!

"Hmph! A pack of hypocrites who don't know when they're dead!"

"Want to fight? Come! Has the Menming Sect ever feared you?!"

"With Island Lord Ning here today, we will make sure that you so-called Mingmenzheng Sect have no return!"

The disciples of their Menming Sect were never kind souls; deep in their bones, they carried a bloodthirsty spirit that feared no death.

Now, with Island Lord Ning Chuan, a dragon of unfathomable strength, as their ally, they were even more confident and utterly fearless!

In an instant, the entire Bright Peak was once again tense with drawn swords and brimming with killing intent!

A battle even more tragic and heart-stopping seemed ready to erupt at any moment!

Ning Chuan looked down at the crowd of the Liudamen Sect, who had lost some of their reason due to anger and greed.

A trace of cold indifference and disdain flashed within those pale golden dragon eyes.

His massive dragon body moved slowly in mid-air, and the terrifying momentum of world-destroying power upon him, like a tangible tide, crushed wildly in all directions!

The entire Bright Peak seemed to tremble under this terrifying momentum!

His voice, like a divine oracle from the nine heavens, filled with unquestionable majesty and the domineering spirit that looked down on the world, rang clearly in everyone's ears:

"Since you ants are so eager to rush to reincarnation."

"Then this Seat shall grant your wish."

"You, all come up together."

Upon hearing this, the crowd of the Liudamen Sect widened their eyes in disbelief, as if they had heard the greatest joke in the world!

"What?!"

"He... he actually wants us all to attack at once?!"

They admitted that the strength of this dragon was indeed very strong, perhaps even surpassing the realm of Grand Master.

But here, they had gathered the top experts of more than half of the Great Ming Wu Lin!

There were dozens of experts at the Grand Master level!

And there were no fewer than five or six existences at the Grand Master level!