Chapter 258

Iron Will Divine Marquis Zhu Wushi, a land immortal whose power dominated the Great Ming court and was regarded as a taboo by countless martial artists.

Yet now, under his own prized Absorption Technique, he suffered an unprecedented and devastating backlash!

The cruel, smug smile that had graced his face moments before was now utterly replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.

Brother Ning Chuan's overwhelming demonic power, surging forth like a world-ending flood, was far beyond anything he could absorb or refine!

That demonic power was purer, more tyrannical, and infinitely more… destructive than any internal force he had ever encountered!

"Puh—!!!"

The instant Zhu Wushi's body made contact with that torrent of demonic power, it swelled like a balloon instantly overinflated!

It expanded violently, reaching a terrifying scale!

The black nine-dragon brocade robe on his body had long since been ripped apart into countless shards by the violent energy, scattering like a thousand fluttering butterflies!

Across his bronze-toned skin, jagged, horrific crimson fissures appeared, like porcelain on the verge of shattering!

Blood gushed forth from those cracks like an endless spring, unrestrained!

In an instant, he was drenched entirely, transformed into a horrifying, blood-soaked figure!

The air reeked of thick, nauseating blood!

"Aaah—!!!!!!"

Zhu Wushi let out a piercing scream, filled with unbearable agony and utter disbelief!

That voice no longer carried its former authority or dominance—only boundless terror and despair!

He felt as if his body was about to be violently ripped apart by that raging demonic power!

His meridians were snapping, one by one!

His five viscera and six bowels churned violently, as if being ground into a pulp of flesh!

His soul trembled furiously under the assault of that terrifying demonic power, on the verge of disintegration!

It was a kind of… a kind of torment a hundred times worse than death, a thousand times more agonizing!

His Absorption Technique, before this purer, more tyrannical demonic power, was utterly powerless!

It did not absorb or refine it—instead, like inviting fire to burn his own body, it was utterly consumed and shattered by the backlash!

The brilliant Jin Dan, the symbol of his Land Immortal realm, forged over decades of arduous cultivation and the absorption of countless experts' internal power, now crackled with fine, spiderweb-like fissures, its glow dimmed, on the brink of total collapse!

Should the Jin Dan shatter, all his earth-shattering cultivation base would vanish without a trace—and even his life would be in grave peril!

In merely a few breaths!

Zhu Wushi's once-mighty, arrogant body rapidly deflated like a punctured balloon, leaking air through countless holes!

The terrifying aura that had once shaken heaven and earth now collapsed at a visibly rapid pace!

Clearly, under Brother Ning Chuan's nearly cheating "reverse infusion," he had suffered unimaginable, even catastrophic damage!

His foundation was utterly destroyed! His cultivation base plummeted!

He had fallen directly from the lofty Land Immortal realm into a pitiful state he himself could not believe!

This scene was too bizarre, too shocking!

It completely overturned everyone's understanding!

Whether the martial artists below the mountain, already terrified into trembling, like birds startled by arrows!

Or the Ming Cult members atop Bright Peak, trembling with fear yet forcing themselves to watch!

Or the Wu Lin elders who had just clawed their way back from the edge of death and now understood power more deeply!

All of them now stood frozen, petrified as if struck by a legendary petrification spell—eyes wide, bodies stiff, as if they had forgotten to breathe!

Their minds had been utterly blanked by the horrifying, reality-shattering sight before them, stripped of all capacity to think!

"This… this… how is this possible?! L… Land Immortal… could it really… be…?"

Lady Yao Yue of the Yuyue Palace, whose cold, proud face had once seemed as unchanging as ancient ice, now wore an expression of ghostly horror and disbelief for the first time!

Her beautiful phoenix eyes widened to their fullest, fixed unblinkingly on the blood-soaked, pitiful Zhu Wushi in midair—and the black dragon still radiating boundless majesty!

She had never imagined that the Land Immortal, Iron Will Divine Marquis, whom she had viewed as nearly invincible, capable of crushing her with a mere flick of his wrist!

Could it really… could it really be… crushed… by this black dragon… in such a bizarre, tyrannical, utterly inconceivable way?!

This… this was unheard of, unseen in all history!

Just how terrifyingly profound was the power of this dragon?!

Had it… had it surpassed the Fan Chou of Land Immortals, reaching a higher, more mysterious realm?!

For the first time, Lady Yao Yue felt a faint… doubt creep into her martial path.

Li Xunhuan, "The Flying Dagger," whose eyes had once held a touch of languor and weariness, now bulged like copper bells, filled with stunned horror!

The small flying dagger in his hand had long since fallen to the ground—he didn't even notice.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was parched, unable to utter a single word.

He muttered to himself: "Absorption Technique… backlash… using the enemy's method against him… no! Not even that! This isn't merely 'using the enemy's method'—this is absolute power crushing down! A higher-order life imposing dimensional suppression upon a lower one!"

His entire worldview had been shattered in this moment!

Fei Jianke A Fei's usually icy, stoic face now bore unmistakable shock—and a trace of excitement, even fervor?

He gripped his longsword tightly, feeling the cold touch of the hilt and his own heart pounding violently with excitement.

He stared at the black dragon in midair, radiating boundless majesty and might, his eyes blazing with unprecedented battle fervor!

This… this was true strength! This… this was the ultimate pinnacle of martial cultivation he had spent his life pursuing!

Compared to such a being, everything he had once sought as the peak of sword art was… utterly insignificant!

Xie Xiaofeng, "The Divine Sword," and Ding Peng, "The Demon Blade," were even more stirred, their blood boiling!

Though they had previously lost to Brother Ning Chuan and willingly submitted to him,

it had merely been ordinary martial sparring—Brother Ning Chuan had never truly revealed his world-destroying power.

And now, what Brother Ning Chuan displayed was this terrifying method, akin to divine spells and supernatural arts, capable of easily crushing a Earthly Immortal!

This raised their awe and worship for Brother Ning Chuan to a new height once more!

Master is indeed an existence like a true immortal! An existence they can only look up to for all eternity!

Just as everyone's minds were stirred and could not calm down.

In the half-air, Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Divine Marquis who had suffered devastating critical injuries, flashed a trace of mad resentment and unwillingness in his eyes!

He knew that today, he was likely doomed!

But he was absolutely unwilling to die here like this!

He suddenly bit his tongue, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body and the Jin Dan on the verge of shattering!

Then, disregarding everything, he transformed into a stream of crimson light and fled desperately towards the camp of the hundred thousand troops below!

He wanted to use those hundred thousand troops to buy himself a sliver of a chance for survival!

He wanted this damned flood dragon to pay a heavy price for his arrogance and pride!

"Want to run? Before me, do you think you still have a chance?!"

Brother Ning Chuan gazed at Zhu Wushi's humiliated retreat, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, brimming with contempt and mockery.

He did not pursue immediately.

Because he knew that the real show had only just begun.

He wanted this arrogant Iron-Blooded Divine Marquis to slowly walk towards death amidst endless despair and fear.

Zhu Wushi, like a stray dog, cowered in the heavy protection of the hundred thousand troops, in a state of utter disgrace.

His face was grotesque, and he roared in fury:

"For this Marquis... for this Marquis, kill it!!"

"All soldiers, listen to orders! Ten thousand arrows fire together! Shoot this evil dragon, for this Marquis... into a hedgehog!!!"

He had completely lost his reason, wanting nothing more than to tear the black flood dragon before him, which had brought him endless shame and fear, into a million pieces!

He wanted to use the blood and lives of the hundred thousand troops to wash away the humiliation he suffered today!

"As ordered!"

The hundred thousand troops, after receiving Zhu Wushi's order, although filled with indescribable fear towards that terrifying flood dragon coiling in the nine heavens within their hearts.

But military orders are like mountains; they dared not disobey in the slightest!

In an instant!