Chapter 230

This is clearly... the descent of gods and demons!

After the silence came a shock and uproar, as uncontrollable as a volcanic eruption!

Yang Xiao, the Left Light Envoy, had long since lost even a trace of his previous arrogance and disdain.

He stared blankly at Brother Ning Chuan in midair, his mouth slightly open, yet unable to utter a single word.

He felt his throat as if strangled tightly by an invisible giant hand, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

His heart was filled with an indescribable bitterness and... relief?

Relief that he had not truly made an enemy of this new sect leader's backer before.

Otherwise, his own fate would probably be several times more miserable than that of Xie Xiaofeng and Ding Peng!

In Xie Xiaofeng's tiger eyes, bright as stars, there was now shock beyond belief and... a hint of fervor rising from the depths of his soul!

He murmured to himself, "This... is this true power?!"

"Turn your hand and clouds appear; turn it over and rain falls; with a mere snap of the fingers, the heavens and earth change color, and wind and clouds reverse!"

"Compared to the divine might of the Island Master, my so-called Sixteen Palms of the Flying Dragon are simply... not worth mentioning!"

The heart of a strong one pursuing the ultimate in martial arts within him was, at this very moment, completely ignited!

He longed that one day he too might possess such supreme, world-destroying power!

After a brief moment of daze, the Ming Sect followers atop Bright Summit erupted into deafening cheers that echoed to the clouds!

"Island Master Ning's might covers the world! Invincible under heaven!"

"Island Master Ning's magical power is boundless! May he live ten thousand years!"

"We welcome Island Master Ning to rule Bright Summit! Our Ming Sect vows to follow the Island Master unto death, sweeping the six directions and clearing the eight wastelands!"

In their gazes toward Brother Ning Chuan, there was endless fervor and devout worship!

It seemed that as long as this Dragon Island Master was present, they could defeat any enemy and conquer the entire world!

Today's calamity, great enough to destroy all of Bright Summit, was... was it really completely resolved by Island Master Ning with the overwhelming force of Lei Tingwanjun, crushing the withered as if by a storm?!

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

And opposite, the remnants of the defeated soldiers from the Men Sects who had luckily survived that world-destroying strike from Brother Ning Chuan.

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

As they looked at the black dragon suspended in midair like a demonic god, their eyes were filled with endless fear and despair!

Where was even a trace of the arrogance and recklessness from before?

Their only thought now was... to flee!

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

They could not even bring themselves to form the thought of resistance!

Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect, looking at the corpse of Abbess Mie Jue, already cold and stiff, then glancing at the black dragon pressing down on heaven and earth in midair.

Her face, once exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly, was now streaked with tears, her mind completely blank.

She murmured to herself, "That... what is that? Is that... heavenly thunder?"

"Why... why is it so terrifying?!"

She felt that her decades of accumulated understanding of martial arts had, at this very moment, completely collapsed.

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

Looking at Brother Ning Chuan, his eyes were filled with deep wariness and a hint of indescribable frustration.

His voice hoarse, he said, "This... this kind of supreme power... probably... probably has already surpassed the Fan Chou of the Grand Master..."

"Even if my master Zhang Zhenren were to come in person, he might not... might not be able to..."

He dared not think further.

In the distance, the Divine Sword Xie Xiaofeng, half-dead from Brother Ning Chuan's single strike of Heavenly Thunder Dragon Breath, his body scorched black, his breath faint.

Struggled to lift his head, looking at the black dragon coiling in the sky, radiating endless majesty, his eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and confusion.

His voice raspy, he asked, "This... what exactly is this power?! Why... why is it so domineering?! So... so unstoppable?!"

He was proud of his sword Dao reaching the divine, his sword qi unmatched, daring even to fight against the legendary Earthly Immortals!

Yet he never expected that today he would be defeated so miserably! So completely!

Similarly, Ding Peng, the Demon Blade, who had also suffered heavy injuries and lay not far away, wore an expression of horror and incomprehension.

His proud Crescent Moon Blade was now broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground.

He struggled to say, "Earthly Immortal...? No... that's wrong... this is not the Jin Dan power of an Earthly Immortal!"

"After an Earthly Immortal condenses a Jin Dan, their power, while undergoing a qualitative change, becoming more pure and powerful, able to summon the forces of heaven and earth."

"But... but absolutely not with such... such an aura of destruction and primitive demonic strangeness!"

"You... what exactly is this power?!"

Both he and Xie Xiaofeng had once been fortunate enough to witness a true Earthly Immortal in action, though only for a fleeting glance.

But they could be certain that the power Brother Ning Chuan displayed now was completely different from the Jin Dan power of Earthly Immortals in their understanding!

Yet it was in no way inferior, and in some aspects, even surpassed it!

These two peerless strongmen who once stood at the very peak of the Jianghu were now completely dumbfounded, their hearts filled with endless confusion and unwillingness.

Everyone present, whether friend or foe, was completely awed by Brother Ning Chuan's terrifying, world-destroying strength!

In their gazes toward Brother Ning Chuan, there was awe, fear, and a hint of... indescribable curiosity.

Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes remained calm and serene, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

As if that earth-shattering strike just now was, to him, merely a casual act, not worth mentioning.

Indeed so.

Before he had crossed the Dragon Tribulation, and his demonic power had not yet completely transformed.

He could already easily suppress Xu Yanbing, who had reached the Grandmaster Realm of the Jiuzhuanda Sect, relying on his formidable physical body and numerous divine abilities.

Now that he had successfully weathered the Jiaolong Tribulation, his demonic power had undergone a perfect transformation, and his strength had once again changed in a world-shaking manner.

His opponents were no longer the so-called Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters.

They were those... true Immortals of the Land who stood at the very top of this world, looking down upon all living beings!

He was considering how to deal with these... ants before him.

Those who must be killed would naturally be killed, leaving not a single one alive, to serve as a warning to others.

But some, perhaps... could also be subdued and put to use for himself.

For instance, these two before him, though defeated, were truly top-tier geniuses of the Sword Dao and Blade Dao of the current age.

If they could be subdued, they might prove useful in the future.

His, Ning Chuan's, Jiaolong Essence Blood, though precious, was not something he could not bestow.

It was just that not every piece of trash was worth him wasting it on.

Everything seemed to have settled into dust.

No more blind fools dared to jump out at this moment to challenge Brother Ning Chuan's authority.

The remnants of the Zhongmen Sect, who had originally held onto a sliver of luck hoping to profit from the chaos.

Were now so terrified that their souls had scattered, their faces ashen, their hearts filled with endless despair.

They knew that today, they were likely... doomed.

The disciples of the Ming Cult on Guangming Ding erupted into even more fervent and devout cheers!

The looks in their eyes as they gazed at Brother Ning Chuan were filled with endless fanaticism and worship!

It was as if Brother Ning Chuan was the only god in their hearts!

Dai Dai Qisi moved her lotus steps lightly, arriving beneath Brother Ning Chuan's massive Jiaolong form.

She looked up at that figure, majestic as a god or demon, her voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement and respect as she asked:

"Reporting to Island Lord Ning, the bandits have now been completely suppressed by you. I wonder... how should they be dealt with next?"

Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes slowly swept over the remnants of the Zhongmen Sect below, who stood silent as crickets and trembling with fear.

He spoke in a voice that was cold and devoid of any emotion:

"Hmph! A group of ants who do not know death, yet dare to covet what this Seat has set his sights on, dare to covet the authority of my Taohuadao?"

"First, lock them all up under this Seat's orders, guard them strictly, and do not make any mistakes!"

"Then, immediately release the news and proclaim it to the entire Jianghu!"

"Say that all sects and forces that participated in this siege of Guangming Ding are given seven days to send the person of highest status within their sect to come to Guangming Ding in person, kowtow and beg for forgiveness from this Seat, and present all their Wu Xuemi and rare collections as compensation!"

"After seven days, if there are still those who remain stubborn, or those who outwardly comply while secretly opposing."

"Then this Seat will personally visit them, to let them know... what true despair is!"