Chapter 280: Black Water Heavenly Thunder of the All-Heavens

The seven-day promise, like a thunderclap, once again stirred up towering waves upon the already turbulent Jianghu.

Songshan Shaolin in Great Song, this thousand-year-old Fomen holy land and ancestral court of Chan Buddhism, is hailed as the source of all martial arts under heaven.

They actually intend to gather the entire Fomen's strength to publicly challenge that mysterious Mo Ce, the fearsome Dragon Island Lord of Taohuadao, above the East Sea!

This news spread across the entire world at an unimaginable speed!

In an instant, the Jianghu stirred like clouds, and the four seas boiled!

Whether within Great Song Territory or in surrounding dynasties like Great Ming, Mongol Yuan, Bei Li, and Western Xia.

Countless Jianghu wanderers and countless Wu Lin forces fixed their gaze upon this East Sea coast, about to become the storm's center.

Like sharks scenting blood, they converged ceaselessly from all directions.

The major port towns along the East Sea coast were suddenly overcrowded, with inns completely full.

Originally tranquil fishing villages now bristled with sword glints and dagger flashes, a chaotic mix of fish and dragons, with an atmosphere more tense and eerie than ever before.

Some wished to witness this once-in-a-century epic battle firsthand, to see the legendary dragon and Fomen's great powers clash at their peak, leaving no regrets in their lives.

Others harbored sinister intentions, hoping to profit from the inevitable chaos of this struggle, perhaps gaining unexpected benefits like the legendary Nine Yin Manual Fragment or other lost martial arts.

Still others were filled with curiosity and greed toward the mysterious dragon itself, wanting to investigate its secrets and even daring to claim a share of the spoils.

As for Taohuadao, the storm's center, it remained outwardly tranquil and peaceful, protected by powerful formations that outsiders could hardly penetrate.

Yet beneath that tranquility lingered an indescribable Solemnity.

Huang Rong, Wang Yuyan, and even the fearless old rascal Zhou Botong.

Though they held near-blind trust in Brother Ning Chuan's strength, believing the Island Lord to be invincible.

"387" But when they heard that Songshan Shaolin had nearly emptied its entire ranks and contacted every Fomen branch under heaven to come together for this punitive expedition.

A deep worry inevitably rose in their hearts.

After all, it was a thousand-year-old Fomen holy land; its profound foundations were far beyond any Xunchangmen Sect.

"Brother Chuan, those bald monks seem to be serious this time; the scale of their mobilization is terrifying."

In Brother Ning Chuan's small courtyard, Huang Rong furrowed her beautiful brows, her small face filled with worry.

"I heard that not only did all Shaolin temples within Great Song Territory send out expert Elders to form the One Hundred and Eight Luo Han Great Formation."

"Even Buddhist Sects from places like Great Qin and Bei Li, such as Jin Gang Sect and Xuankong Temple, seem to have sent enlightened Gao Seng to lend support."

"They... they intend to use the entire Fomen's power to deal with you alone!"

"This is too bullying! Too shameless! A group of monks ganging up on one person—what kind of heroes are they!"

She said angrily, her small fists clenched tightly, standing up for Brother Ning Chuan.