Chapter 300: Cut Off Xu Feng

"You, you very much want my Jiao Dan?"

Ning Chuan's icy voice, brimming with infinite majesty, rang clearly in Xu Feng's ears like eternal, unmelting xuan ice.

It also struck like the whisper of a demonic god from the deepest underworld, hammering down on every startled martial world cultivator's heart.

Within that voice, not a shred of emotion, yet packed with terrifying killing intent capable of freezing souls and crushing all things!

Xu Feng, the heir of Beiliang, a man who feigned carefree indulgence in mortal affairs, outwardly frivolous but inwardly cunning and ruthless—a seed of a tyrant.

At this moment, he had been utterly stunned by Ning Chuan's godlike and demonic power, and by that icy, bone-chilling gaze that seemed to pierce straight into the depths of his soul!

He lay slumped on the cold sand, trembling violently, face ashen, sweat pouring like rain, soaking his back.

Not even the faintest thought of resistance could arise.

He never imagined that his own so-called flawless, one-strike-kill ambush.

That supreme sword intent, forged from Sword God Li Chungang's lifetime of sword Dao insights, capable of slaying Land Immortals.

Before this black Jiao dragon, he was... utterly powerless!

Not even a single scale of the opponent was scratched—before being effortlessly deflected back by that mysterious and unfathomable divine art!

And it had cost him the life of Jian Jiu Huang, his loyal, family-like swordmaster!

Fear!

Boundless fear, like a freezing tide, instantly drowned his entire spirit!

He could clearly feel the icy, bone-chilling killing intent radiating from Ning Chuan—so real, so… lethal!

He had no doubt that if this Jiao dragon so much as thought it, he would instantly follow Jian Jiu Huang into oblivion, his soul and body annihilated, leaving not even a trace of bones!

Before absolute power that transcended mortal comprehension, his so-called cunning and schemes appeared laughably hollow and feeble.

He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, wanting to threaten with his status as Beiliang's heir and the thirty thousand Beiliang iron cavalry behind him.

But beneath Ning Chuan's cold, godlike gaze—looking down upon him as if he were a mere ant—

He found he lacked even the strength to utter a single syllable!

His throat felt as if filled with lead, heavy beyond measure!

An unprecedented sense of helplessness and despair enveloped his entire body.

Ning Chuan watched Xu Feng's terrified, helpless, lamb-like appearance.

A sneer of contempt curled at his lips.

With such cowardice, such character, how dare you covet my Jiao Dan? How dare you plot against me?

It's simply… ignorant of death!

Had his cheap old man not still had some use, I would have crushed him to dust right now as a warning!

He had no interest in wasting words on such an ant.

His pale golden dragon eyes slowly swept over the tens of thousands of martial world cultivators around him—already frozen in terror, not daring to breathe.

Their faces bore terror, reverence, and a hint of barely concealed curiosity… and greed?

Ning Chuan took in every expression, his inner sneer growing colder.

He knew this day's events would spread like wildfire across the entire world.

He would use this opportunity to firmly establish his and Taohuadao's supreme authority!

Ning Chuan's voice, cold and majestic, spoke—each word like a hammer striking their hearts:

"You all listen well!"

"I do not wish this incident to ever happen again! Anyone who dares covet my belongings or defy Taohuadao's dignity—kill on sight!"

"Return and deliver this message to that so-called Beiliang King, Xu Xiao!"

"Tell him: within seven days, if he does not come personally to my Taohuadao, kowtow, beg for forgiveness, and offer sufficient sincerity and compensation—"

"Then his precious son, Xu Feng, will have only… one path: death!"

"I, Ning Chuan, mean every word. No falsehoods!"

Before his words had even faded!

Ning Chuan's massive Jiao body casually flicked its tail!

An invisible yet immensely potent demonic force surged forth, instantly lifting the limp Xu Feng off the ground!

Then, as if discarding trash, he hurled him violently toward the distant sea!

Xu Feng let out a piercing scream as his body helplessly arced through the air in a long parabola.

Finally—"plop!"—he was precisely suspended atop a barren, flat-topped massive reef, dozens of li from Taohuadao, its peak leveled by the battle's residual force!

The reef, surrounded by sea on all sides, barren and lifeless, like a solitary grave in the ocean.

Xu Feng was bound atop the reef by invisible demonic force, limbs stretched wide into a "big" shape, utterly immobilized.

He could only endure the scorching sun and the icy, biting waves crashing over him!

Each tide rose and fell, submerging half his body, forcing him to experience the terror and chill of drowning.

When the sun blazed overhead, it burned his skin with searing pain and unbearable thirst.

Unable to live, unable to die!

This was a torment a hundred times crueler than outright death!

"Ahh—!!! Monster! Demon Dragon! You'll die a miserable death! My father will never let you live! He'll lead thirty thousand Beiliang iron cavalry to crush your Taohuadao and tear you into a thousand pieces!"

"Have the guts to kill me now! Kill me! Why torment me like this?!"

Xu Feng felt the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing his heart, a thousand blades slicing his flesh, alongside boundless despair and humiliation.

He couldn't help but scream in agony and curse with venomous hatred.

How had he ever endured such torment? He was the heir of Beiliang!

Yet Ning Chuan merely cast him a cold, dismissive glance, his eyes filled with contempt and indifference.

His Long Zhao tapped lightly in the void!

A wisp of formless demonic power turned into a sharp blade, instantly severing Xu Fengnian's tongue!

Cutting short his piercing screams and venomous curses!

He could only emit muffled "woo-woo" sounds, suffering bitterly amidst endless pain and despair!

This is the consequence of challenging the majesty of him, the Dragon Island Lord!

The martial artists watching from the shore, seeing this scene, all shivered in fright, silent as winter cicadas!

Each with a deathly pale face, cold sweat streaming down, not daring to even draw a single breath!

They never expected that this Dragon Island Lord would use such cruel, such domineering methods to punish that arrogant Northern Liang heir!

This is simply... killing the chicken to scare the monkey!

Moreover, the chicken killed was a "golden chicken" of extremely noble status!

They did not doubt for a moment that if seven days later, Northern Liang King Xu Xiao truly did not come to beg for forgiveness.

Then this once glorious Northern Liang heir would likely truly... have his body sink into the sea and his soul scatter to the winds!

For a moment, the gazes everyone turned toward Brother Ning Chuan were filled with even deeper fear and awe!

They dared not harbor even the slightest thought of contempt or luck.

After finishing all this, Brother Ning Chuan's cold gaze slowly shifted away from those trembling martial artists.

It landed on the two demonic women from the Demon Sect within the crowd, who had always behaved quite "sensibly," even lending a hand at the critical moment—Zhu Yuyan and Wa Wa.

A hint of barely perceptible amusement flashed within his pale golden dragon eyes.

Then, facing them, he nodded gently and kindly.

As if to say: You two are quite good; this Seat has remembered you.

Zhu Yuyan and Wa Wa, master and disciple, felt Brother Ning Chuan's slightly benevolent gaze.

Both felt a surge of joy in their hearts, sweet as honey!

They immediately bowed respectfully to Brother Ning Chuan, performing a deep wu-fu salute, and spoke with voices so charming they pierced the bone:

"Zhu Yuyan (Wa Wa) of the Yinkui Sect, pays homage to the Dragon Island Lord!"