Chapter 310

"Heavens! The Wang Fu of Northern Liang... they have indeed arrived!"

"Two hundred thousand elite soldiers of Northern Liang! This... this is practically going to erase the entire Taohuadao from the map!"

"That Dragon Island Lord, though his power reaches the heavens, facing the impact of such a military formation's killing intent, I fear... he will also meet his end right here."

5.4 Within the crowd.

A woman dressed in white, with dual blades on her back, of peerless beauty, yet with a temperament as cold as snow, looked at the fleet blocking out the sky in the distance; a hint of expectation flashed within her bright, beautiful eyes.

It was none other than Nangong Pushi, who had heard the news and specially traveled from Northern Mang to catch a glimpse of the legendary Dragon's majestic bearing.

She murmured to herself: "The Dragon... the military formation... indeed interesting."

On another small boat.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face and overwhelming dominance, holding an ancient long blade, stood quietly at the bow.

He was the Lord of the Song Clan of Lingnan, known as the "Heavenly Blade," Song Que.

Looking at the Northern Liang army with its overwhelming momentum in the distance, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a hint of expectation.

He also very much wanted to see whether that legendary Dragon could withstand the impact of such a military formation.

Within a patch of clouds even further away.

A Taoist priest dressed in a simple robe, with an ethereal and otherworldly temperament as if he did not eat the dust of the mortal world, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

He was the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, who had just emerged from seclusion in Changchun Valley and had not yet had time to purge his sect's traitors—Xiaoyaozi.

Looking at the tense situation below where swords were drawn and bows bent, a strange smile curved his lips as he softly murmured:

"Hehe, a little mudfish that has just survived one heavenly tribulation, yet dares to be so arrogant?"

"It is... somewhat interesting."

The great army presses upon the border!

Killing intent rises to the heavens!

Chen Zhibao stood at the bow of the flagship, gathered his internal energy, and let out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth, spreading across the entire waters of Taohuadao like rolling thunder:

"Dragon of Taohuadao! Come out quickly and release my Young Master!"

"Otherwise, today, I will make this Taohuadao run with blood and leave not a blade of grass!"