Chapter 352: The Butcher Dies! The Taste of the Western Chu Princess Is Quite Delightful!

At the peak of Mount Qingliang, blood flowed like a river, corpses littered the ground.

The thirty thousand Beiliang Great Snow Dragon Riders, once arrogant and mighty, dominating the world.

Under Brother Ning Chuan's divine thunder judgment, they had long since turned into cold corpses and charred remains.

Crimson blood gathered into streams, slowly trickling down the mountain path, staining the entire Mount Qingliang with a horrifying hue of red.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood and char, nauseating to breathe.

Brother Ning Chuan's exquisitely beautiful figure, clad in a black dragon-patterned brocade robe, descended slowly from midair.

Barefoot, he stepped one by one upon the path paved with blood and bones, walking slowly toward the Beiliang Wang Fu atop Mount Qingliang, a place brimming with authority and slaughter.

His steps were unhurried; each step landed as if pressing upon the heartbeat of this world, causing the entire Mount Qingliang to tremble faintly.

His pale golden eyes were calm and indifferent, devoid of any emotion, as if surveying his own domain.

"Stop him! Quick! Stop him!"

"Serve the Prince with loyalty! Serve Beiliang with loyalty!"

"Kill—!!!"

Along the way, residual Beiliang death assassins and loyal王府 experts, devoted to the Xu family, surged forth from all directions like moths flying into flames!

Their eyes blazed with mad determination and a willingness to die together!

They swung their weapons, unleashing their life's ultimate arts, launching suicide attacks upon Brother Ning Chuan!

Yet, all of it was futile.

They could not even approach within three feet of Brother Ning Chuan.

They were instantly crushed into a mist of blood and powder by an invisible, terrifying field of pure demonic power!

Not even a single trace remained!

Before Brother Ning Chuan's absolute power, whether Master or Grand Master, all were as insignificant as ants, utterly powerless!

Brother Ning Chuan, just like that, stepped forward leisurely, as if strolling through a courtyard, reaching the peak of Mount Qingliang and standing before the main hall of the Beiliang Wang Fu, steeped in iron-blood and slaughter.

Inside the hall, Prince Xu Xiao watched the figure approaching like a demon god.

On his face, now aged beyond measure from having turned white overnight, at last appeared boundless... fear and despair!

His pride, the thirty thousand troops, were gone!

His two most trusted Sword Gods were dead!

All his trump cards, all his schemes, seemed laughably pale before this Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea!

He knew—he had been utterly defeated.

Defeated without a shred of hope, without any doubt.

Gazing into Brother Ning Chuan's cold, indifferent pale golden eyes, he felt an unprecedented shame and resentment rise within him!

He, Xu Xiao, had spent his life on horseback, slaughtering countless men, hailed as "The Butcher"—how could he endure such humiliation?!

He would rather die standing than live kneeling!

"Demon Dragon! You shall not... you shall not make me suffer this disgrace!"

A mad resolve flashed in Xu Xiao's eyes!

He swiftly drew a sharp dagger from his waist and slashed it toward his own throat!

He would end his life to preserve the last shred of dignity as Prince of Beiliang!

Yet, how could his movement outpace Brother Ning Chuan's will?

Brother Ning Chuan merely glanced at him casually.

An invisible demonic force instantly immobilized Xu Xiao's body, rendering him motionless!

The dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Before me, your life and death are no longer yours to control."

Brother Ning Chuan's cold voice, like a judgment from the deepest pits of hell, echoed in Xu Xiao's ears, plunging him into utter despair.

"Father!"

At that moment, a clear, cold voice filled with urgency rang out.

A woman in white combat attire, her face delicate and her aura as sharp as a drawn sword, burst from within the hall and stood before Xu Xiao.