Chapter 305: Dual Cultivation Divine Art! True Dragon Rides the Phoenix!

Far in the north, within the Tide-Watching Pavilion that symbolized iron-blooded might and absolute authority.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it resembled the deathly stillness before a storm.

All the maids and servants had long been dismissed, none daring to come within half a step of this pavilion that brimmed with endless killing intent.

The King of Beiliang, Xu Xiao — a man who had spent a lifetime on the battlefield, killed as easily as counting, and made the entire world tremble at the mere mention of his name — the "Human Butcher."

At this moment, he knelt silently before the spirit tablet of his deceased wife, Wu Su, without uttering a single word.

On that face, weathered by countless storms and brimming with dignity and domineering might, for the very first time appeared an unconcealable… weariness, self-reproach, and a fury that surged to the heavens!

Those tiger-like eyes, which had once struck terror into the hearts of countless enemies, were now bloodshot, filled with boundless agony and remorse.

"Susu… I've let you down…"

Xu Xiao's voice was hoarse and low, as though wrenched from the very depths of his throat.

"I… I failed to take good care of our Fengnian…"

"I let him… let him fall into such Perilous situations, suffer every humiliation!"

"It's me… it's me, this useless father of his!"

He stretched out those hands that had once commanded a million elite troops, now trembling slightly, and gently caressed the cold spirit tablet.

As if only this could bring a sliver of comfort to his heart, which nearly burst from fury and self-blame.

He thought of his son, Xu Fengnian — from childhood to adulthood, although he had been extremely strict with him, even going so far as to let him endure what seemed like cruel tempering.

Yet deep within his heart, that profound father's love had never diminished in the slightest.

Now, his only and most beloved son had been captured by a demonic dragon, hung upon the rocks of the East Sea, tormented beyond endurance, his life or death uncertain!

To him, this was agony far worse than having a blade carve out his very heart!

"Taohuadao… Flood Dragon…"

Xu Xiao slowly rose to his feet; that back, which had been somewhat stooped, in this instant became ramrod-straight once more, like a spear!

An indescribable, terrifying killing intent — like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood — surged uncontrollably from his entire being!

The entire Tide-Watching Pavilion seemed shrouded by this terrifying killing intent; the temperature plummeted, as though plunging into an icy abyss!

Those once-cloudy eyes, in this moment, became incomparably sharp and ice-cold!

Filled with a fury capable of destroying heaven and earth!

"No matter what demon you are, no matter how great your powers!"

"You dare lay a hand on my son Xu Xiao's child — this king… will surely make you… body and soul annihilated! Never to reincarnate for all eternity!"

He flung his sleeve sharply and turned, striding out of the Tide-Watching Pavilion.

His voice, like rolling thunder, spread throughout the entire Wang Fu of Beiliang:

"Men! For this king… summon the six sworn sons! Appear at once for a council of war!"

A moment later.

Six figures radiating powerful auras appeared before Xu Xiao like phantoms.

They dropped to one knee, their expressions reverent, and spoke in unison: "Your children, paying respects to our foster father!"