Chapter 227: Divine Sword and Demon Blade Join Forces? Heavenly Thunder Suppresses!

A deathlike silence persisted for a full dozen breaths.

All who had survived, whether from the Ming Sect or the remnants of the various Men Sects.

stood frozen in place as if cast by a Body-Fixing Art, their faces filled with incredulous horror and deep fear.

Their minds had almost plunged into a blank void, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

That black flood dragon, like a god or demon descending upon the world, had merely struck casually.

yet it had routed those so-called Mingmenzheng Sects and so-called Wu Lingaoshou, inflicting Heavy casualties!

This... this is simply beyond comprehension! This has completely exceeded the limits of their understanding of the Wu Lin!

After the silence came a shock and uproar, like a volcanic eruption, impossible to suppress!

"Mas... Master... You... You have grown stronger again! You have become... even more... Mo Ce!"

Dai Dai Qisi looked at the black flood dragon hovering in midair, still surrounded by wisps of golden Lei Guang, radiating boundless majesty and domineering aura.

In those beautiful phoenix eyes burned an uncontrollable fervor and adoration, even carrying a trace of love and possessiveness from the depths of her soul.

She could clearly feel that the aura emanating from Brother Ning Chuan at this moment was several times stronger than when they were on Taohuadao!

That power had completely surpassed the Fan Chou she could comprehend!

It was truly like a real god, invincible!

Standing beside Dai Dai Qisi was the Persian maiden Zhao Ming, with a clear and beautiful face and a gentle, fragile temperament.

At this moment, her small mouth was slightly open, and in her pair of watery, wide eyes was filled with incredulous shock and boundless adoration.

She murmured to herself: "Brother Ning... Island Lord... So... so amazing... Even... even more amazing than the legendary Old Man of the Mountain..."

In her innocent heart, the image of Brother Ning Chuan had completely replaced those ethereal myths and legends, becoming the sole god in her heart.

The Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao had long since lost even a shred of his previous frivolity and disdain.

He looked at the mess on the ground, the Heavy casualties among the members of the various Men Sects, and the black flood dragon hovering in midair like a demon god.

He felt a chill rise straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness, and said in shock:

"Hiss—! Terrible! Too... too terrible! Is this... is this still human... No! Is this the power a beast could possess?!"

"Luckily... luckily this old man did not truly offend him before... otherwise... otherwise..."

He simply dared not imagine what a miserable end he would have met if he had truly angered this terrifying flood dragon.

And the young man Zhang Wuji, who had just been rescued from peril by Brother Ning Chuan.

at this moment also widened his eyes, staring blankly at Brother Ning Chuan in midair, and at the various Men Sect experts below who had been severely injured by a single strike, some even killed on the spot.

His heart was filled with an indescribable shock and a trace of... lingering fear.

He thought of the Nine Yang Divine Art he bore, one of the most top-tier Internal Energy Cultivation Methods of the age.

But, asking himself honestly, even if he cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Art to the Realm of Perfection.

he feared... he feared he would still be unable to withstand that world-destroying Lei Ting strike just now!

The strength of this flood dragon was simply too terrifying!

At the same time, he felt waves of worry and regret for the senior elders of the Wu Dangpai who had suffered Heavy casualties, and for the chivalrous men of other Mingmenzheng Sects.

The members of the Ming Sect on Guangming Ding, after a brief moment of shock and stupor, erupted into deafening cheers!

"Brother Ning Chuan, the Island Lord, possesses overwhelming divine might! Unrivaled under heaven!"

In the gazes they cast upon Brother Ning Chuan was filled with boundless fervor and adoration!

It was as if, with this flood dragon Island Lord present, they could defeat any enemy and sweep through the entire Jianghu!

This cataclysmic disaster, which could have destroyed the entire Guangming Ding, was... was it really resolved by Brother Ning Chuan so lightly?

This was simply like a dream!

And on the opposite side, the remnants of the various Men Sects who had luckily survived Brother Ning Chuan's world-destroying strike.

were now so terrified that their souls had fled and their gallbladders shattered!

Looking at the black flood dragon hovering in midair like a demon god, their eyes were filled with boundless fear and despair!

Where was even a shred of the arrogance and conceit from before?

Their only thought now was... to flee!

Flee as far as possible! Never see this terrifying flood dragon again!

Song Yuanqiao of the Wu Dangpai, supported by several junior brothers, managed to stand up.

Looking at Brother Ning Chuan, his eyes were filled with deep wariness and a trace of an indescribable sense of defeat.

He murmured to himself: "The strength of this flood dragon... I fear... I fear it is already enough to exchange a few moves with my Master!"

He simply could not believe that such a terrifying creature even existed in this world!

Dongfang Bubai, the Sect Master of the Sun and Moon Holy Sect, was also pale-faced, his aura weak.

Although he had luckily dodged the fatal attack by relying on the bizarre and Mo Ce footwork of the Sunflower Manual and his profound Internal Energy.

he had still suffered not a light internal injury, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Brother Ning Chuan, his eyes were filled with deep wariness and a trace of... unwillingness?

"This... what power is this?! Why... why is it so domineering?! So... so unreasonable?!"

"Could it be... could this be the realm beyond the Grand Master, spoken of in legends?!"

He thought that on this journey, not only had he failed to complete the task assigned by the Divine Marquis, but he had also lost men and suffered Suffering heavy injuries.

Upon returning, he did not know what punishment he would receive.

A chill rose in his heart.

"..."

The other surviving experts of the various sects were also each ashen-faced, silent as crickets in winter, not daring to even draw a loud breath.

He feared that one slight mistake would anger this capricious and terrifying flood dragon, leaving him with the same fate as Abbess Mie Jue and the others: total annihilation of body and spirit.

Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes swept coldly and indifferently over the remnants of the defeated forces from the Zhongmen Sect below, who stood as silent as mice.

He did not immediately strike again to wipe them out completely.

Instead, with a mere thought, a surging torrent of demonic power erupted from within his body.

It transformed into an invisible giant hand that instantly seized the genuine Dan energy, which had not yet fully dissipated, from the Grand Master experts he had previously killed or severely injured.

All of it was drawn toward him!

These were precisely the perfect materials for refining the artificial Dan of Creation and Transformation!

Naturally, they could not be wasted.

Only after finishing all this did Ning Chuan slowly withdraw his own terrifying pressure, capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the members of the Ming Cult on Bright Peak erupted in cheers, their morale soaring to its absolute peak!

In their eyes, Island Lord Ning Chuan was nothing short of an omnipotent deity!

The cataclysmic disaster today, which was enough to obliterate the entire Bright Peak, had been so casually and effortlessly resolved by Island Lord Ning with a mere flip of his hand?!

This was simply... too incredible! Too exhilarating!

However, just as everyone believed the matter of the day had settled and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief,

Ning Chuan's majestic and icy voice rang out once more in everyone's ears:

"Hehe, you have been hiding in the shadows watching the play for so long; it is time to come out, is it not?"

"Or should I... invite you out personally?"

His voice carried a hint of faint mockery and an unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled!

Could it be... could it be that there were other enemies hidden on Bright Peak?!

They immediately looked around vigilantly, yet found no abnormalities.

Just as the crowd stood in doubt and alarm,

Suddenly!

From two extremely hidden corners in the back mountain of Bright Peak, two equally immense yet utterly distinct terrifying auras erupted violently!

Immediately following, two figures as swift as lightning appeared before everyone's eyes like ghosts!

One of them wore a simple green long robe and held an ancient, unadorned black iron sword.

His face was clear and handsome, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and he radiated a lonely, supreme arrogance and a piercing sword intent that exposed its full sharpness!

It was as if his entire being was an unsheathed peerless divine sword, capable of severing everything in the world!