Chapter 362

They dared not harbor even the slightest arrogance or recklessness; their hearts were filled with boundless fear and awe!

Finally, amidst a clear, piercing sword cry that seemed capable of piercing the nine heavens!

The Great Liang Long Que, suspended in mid-air, had completely undergone its transformation!

Upon its blade appeared a hint of ineffable spirituality and divine charm!

At the hilt, a vivid black dragon totem, coiled around Lei Ting, materialized!

A terrifying sword intent, peerlessly sharp and seemingly capable of severing all things, emanated from the blade!

The Dragon God Sword is forged!

Brother Ning Chuan looked at the spiritual sword he had personally forged, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

He could clearly feel that between this Dragon God Sword and himself, a bond of bloodline connection had formed.

He believed that with this sword in hand, his strength would surely rise another tier!

The crowd, gazing at the Dragon God Sword radiating boundless divine might, were all stirred to their souls, deeply shocked, and hurried forward to offer congratulations.

Brother Ning Chuan sheathed the Dragon God Sword, then turned his gaze toward the Liyang envoys who had long been terrified out of their wits.

A playful curve formed at the corner of his lips as he asked with a chuckle:

"I heard you came by order of the Liyang Emperor to confer upon this seat the title of 'Zixiao Long Wang'?"

The Minister of Rites, who led them, hearing Brother Ning Chuan's question, was so frightened his soul fled his body; he immediately knelt, kowtowing like a pestle pounding garlic, his voice trembling as he spoke:

"N-no... I dare not! I dare not! This humble one... dares not!"

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"A mere Liyang Dynasty, a speck of land, how could it... how could it confer a title upon an existence such as yourself, akin to a deity?!"

"It... it was us who failed to recognize Mount Tai! We offended Long Wang my lord! Please, Long Wang my lord, forgive us! Forgive us!"

How could he still dare mention the matter of conferring a title?

In the presence of such an existence, what was the Liyang Emperor?

Upon hearing this, Brother Ning Chuan merely snorted coldly, and a terrifying pressure instantly descended!

It pressed the envoys so hard they could not even lift their heads!

"Get out!"

"Go back and tell that little Emperor Zhao Dun of yours!"

"From this day forward, Beiliang, Huangzhou, and Youzhou shall be my, Brother Ning Chuan's, territory!"

"This seat shall be the sole king of this land!"

"As for that so-called 'Zixiao Long Wang' title, it is not something your Zhao Dun can confer!"

"If he has any sense, he should quietly remain a cowardly turtle; perhaps this seat will let him remain Emperor for a few more days."

"If he lacks sense and dares to play tricks before this seat again..."

"Hmph!"

Brother Ning Chuan did not finish his words, but the threat and killing intent contained within were enough to make anyone shudder with cold fear!

Hearing this, the envoys were even more terrified out of their wits; they fled Mount Qingliang, rolling and crawling, daring not to linger even for an instant!

They swore that in this life, they never wished to set foot in this place filled with terror and a demon god again!

Xu Weixiong, Xu Zhihu, and Jiang Ni, the three women, watching Brother Ning Chuan's domineering, world-scorning demeanor, felt their beautiful eyes filled with boundless admiration and love.

This is a true man! A true king!

At the same time.

Outside Mount Qingliang, atop that unremarkable small hill.

The Sword Immortal of Xueyue City, Li Hanyi, and her Master, Li Li Changsheng, were also completely shocked by the earth-shattering phenomenon summoned when Brother Ning Chuan forged the sword earlier!

They never expected that this Dragon Island Lord was also proficient in such divine and miraculous methods of forging artifacts!

"Master, look, he... he can actually forge spiritual swords?!" Li Hanyi's voice was filled with shock and disbelief.

Li Li Changsheng was also left speechless, staring in stunned silence for a long time.

Finally, it could only turn into a helpless bitter smile: "Sigh... this youth is truly... a demon!"

"His methods are numerous, his strength formidable, and his foundation profound; it has long surpassed our imagination."

"Hanyi, do you... still wish to see him?"

Li Hanyi gazed at the figure suspended in mid-air, looking down upon all beings like a deity; in those clear, cold eyes, a hint of unprecedented determination flashed!

She knew that she had already completely... fallen.

She bowed respectfully to Li Li Changsheng and spoke in a cold and resolute voice:

"Master, this disciple's heart is made up."

"To pursue the sword Dao of a higher realm, this disciple... will go forward without hesitation!"

"He is the only Dao of my life!"

She wished to follow beside Brother Ning Chuan; even if only as a humble maid, she would do so willingly!

Because she knew that only beside such an existence could her sword Dao truly sublimate!

On that day, when Brother Ning Chuan annihilated the two Sword Gods, she had already seen it.

Upon this Dragon King's body resided a sword Dao true meaning far deeper and more primordial than that of the two Sword Gods!

It was just that he had not truly revealed it before!