Chapter 339

In another spot stood the Shao Shao Siming of the Yin-Yang School, clad in a pale purple long skirt, her face veiled in light gauze, her figure ethereal and mysterious.

Her beautiful eyes, hidden beneath the light gauze, also flickered slightly, showing not the slightest ripple, as if pondering something.

If that flood dragon truly dared not come, then for her Yin-Yang School, and even for the entire Great Qin Empire, it would count as a good thing.

With one huge threat removed—a threat that was difficult to control and whose strength was unfathomable—the future endeavor of unifying the world would face far fewer obstacles.

But, for some unknown reason, a faint trace of... disappointment... lingered in her heart?

Inside the carriage, the world's number one Sword Saint, Ge Nie, gently wiped the sharp sword named "Yuan Hong" in his hand; cold light flowed across the blade, reflecting his calm and resolute face.

His expression was calm, he spoke not a word, as if the outside clamor had nothing to do with him.

He believed that someone like Brother Ning Chuan, who could summon a heavenly tribulation and suppress a terrestrial immortal, possessed such high arrogance that he was certainly not the type to break his word.

Since he said he would come, then he... would definitely come!

He was merely waiting, waiting for the most suitable moment to sweep up all enemies in one net.

At the peak of Mount Qingliang.

Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang, listened to the discussions from the foot of the mountain, growing louder and filled with doubt and mockery.

On that face, weathered by wind and frost and brimming with mad killing intent, there was not the slightest change in expression.

He merely gazed coldly at the distant horizon with those bloodshot eyes, like the most patient hunter, waiting for the prey to appear.

From his mouth, he slowly spat out a single word, his voice hoarse yet firm:

"Wait!"

He knew that the demon dragon would definitely come!

He wanted to watch with his own eyes as it was ground into powder beneath the iron hooves of his three hundred thousand troops, crushed by the endless killing aura of the military formation!

The sun finally sank completely beneath the horizon.

The last wisp of afterglow also vanished from the sky, as if foreshadowing the end of an era.

Night began to descend slowly.

The bloody setting sun dyed the entire Mount Qingliang with an eerie and tragic color, as if soaked in blood.

The martial artists at the foot of the mountain, after waiting all day, finally became utterly disappointed.

They began to prepare to leave in small groups, complaining and cursing endlessly, feeling that they had been tricked by that so-called Flood Dragon Lord.

However, just when everyone thought that this much-anticipated, unprecedented great battle would end in a anticlimactic, laughable manner, fading away without result!

Suddenly!

"Aaaah—!!!!!"

A thunderous Long Yin, filled with boundless majesty and dominance, as if capable of shattering the firmament and piercing the Nine Nether, came suddenly from the distant sky!

That sound echoed through the clouds, shaking the four seas!

As if announcing that an supreme monarch was about to descend!

Where the sound waves passed, countless martial artists at the foot of the mountain all felt their qi and blood churn, their heads spinning and eyes dizzy!

Some with slightly weaker cultivation bases even spat blood on the spot and collapsed to the ground!

Just a single Long Yin possessed such power!

Immediately after!

Beneath the horrified, incredulous gazes of all!

A terrifying black flood dragon figure, a hundred zhang long and blocking out the sun and moon, tore through the night's dark curtain and appeared above Mount Qingliang, like an ancient demon god crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell!

His massive body, under the bright moonlight, reflected a heart-pounding dark-gold luster!

The single horn on his head was rugged and majestic, as if capable of piercing the firmament and summoning the thunder of the Nine Heavens!

The four Long Zhao beneath his belly, each with four sharp claws, shimmered with grim cold light, as if capable of tearing the earth and crushing the stars!

Those pale golden dragon eyes were like two golden suns hanging in the night sky, filled with indifference and coldness, looking down upon the thirty thousand troops below like ants!

Then!

Beneath the even more shocked gazes of all, gazes that nearly stopped their breathing!

That enormous black flood dragon's body suddenly began to shrink rapidly, emitting brilliant, dazzling golden light from its entire form!

Finally, it transformed into a young man wearing a black brocade robe with dragon patterns, his figure tall and straight, his spirit handsome and elegant, so beautiful he seemed not of this mortal world!

He floated quietly in mid-air, black hair flying, robes fluttering, like a... god descending from the Nine Heavens!

That pressure originating from the life layer, though much more restrained, was even more... awe-inspiring!

Everyone was utterly, beyond measure, shocked by the miracle-like scene before their eyes!

They never expected that the legendary Flood Dragon Lord of the East Sea could... could truly transform into human form?!

Moreover, he was so... incomparably handsome! Extraordinarily heroic!

It was a supreme beauty that transcended gender and surpassed mortal aesthetics!

As if he was the most perfect and most powerful existence between heaven and earth!

"Heavens! He... he really turned into a human?! This... this is simply... a god descending from the immortals!"

"S-so handsome a man! S-so... so powerful an aura!"

Li Hanyi looked at the handsome and majestic figure floating in mid-air; her heart, which had grown cold from cultivating the Sword Dao, suddenly began to beat violently, uncontrollably, at this very moment!

She felt that she seemed to have... found something that moved her more than the Sword Dao, something she longed for even more.

The beautiful eyes of Shao Shao Siming, hidden beneath the light gauze, also rippled with waves never seen before!

She discovered that she, it seemed... could not see through this man; he was filled with endless mystery and fatal attraction.

At the peak of Mount Qingliang.

Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang, looked at that young figure floating in mid-air, radiating endless majesty; those bloodshot eyes instantly became incredibly ferocious and venomous!

He roared with all his might: "Wretch! You... have finally come to die!"

"Today, the might of the heavenly tribulation is no longer here to aid you! This King wishes to see how you, a mere loach, dare to act fiercely before my Northern Liang's thirty thousand iron cavalry!"

His killing intent and hatred reached their peak at this very moment!

Brother Ning Chuan looked down at Xu Xiao, who appeared as if possessed by madness, and a disdainful cold sneer curled his lips.

His voice was calm yet filled with an unquestionable dominance as he slowly spoke:

"After today, there will be... no more Northern Liang in the world!"

His voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears like the judgment of a god!

Before his words had even finished!

With a mere thought, the divine art of summoning wind and rain instantly activated!

Only to see the originally clear night sky change its clouds and winds once more!

Dark clouds gathered, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring!

A torrential downpour descended from the sky, smashing fiercely onto Mount Qingliang below!

Violent winds rose suddenly, sending sand and stones flying!

The entire heaven and earth seemed to be under his control!

However, this time, this terrifying transformation of the celestial phenomena only covered a hundred-li radius around Mount Qingliang, not affecting the innocent martial artists in the farther regions.

The crowd watching below, witnessing this terrifying method of speaking and having the laws follow, of controlling celestial phenomena like a miracle, all had their faces change drastically, their hearts filled with endless horror!

This... is this truly within the realm of what human power can achieve?!

This is clearly the technique of a true immortal!

At the peak of Mount Qingliang, the atmosphere was tense with impending conflict!

Xu Xiao looked at Brother Ning Chuan, who controlled everything like a god amidst the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and a trace of mad determination flashed in his eyes!

He roared in anger, "Where are the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry!!!"

"Here! Here! Here!"

The thirty thousand elite soldiers of Northern Liang roared in unison!

That sound, gathered together, was like a mountain collapsing and a tidal wave surging, shaking heaven and earth!

It even shook the dark clouds in the sky apart by a few degrees!

The iron-blooded killing aura on their bodies was also driven to its extreme at this moment!

Only to see that blood-red killing aura reaching the sky, under the operation of the profound military formation, actually... actually condensed into a silver snow dragon, a thousand zhang long, majestic and vivid, as if about to break through the void and depart...

That snow dragon was completely condensed from the purest military formation killing aura and the luck force of Northern Liang!

The pressure it emitted was several times more terrifying than the previous Heaven-Shattering Divine Arrow!

It was as if... a true dragon had descended to the world!

"A mere flood dragon dares to act arrogantly before this King, the True Dragon of Northern Liang?!"