Chapter 376

"Pah!"

Tuoba Pusa, struck as if by lightning, spat blood from his mouth in a wild gush, as if it cost nothing!

His demonic body, ten zhang tall, rapidly shrank, returning to its original form.

His entire body, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted heavily from mid-air, his qi utterly desolate, clearly having suffered unimaginable heavy injuries!

Lying on the ground, he looked at Brother Ning Chuan, who remained calm and unharmed, his eyes filled with endless horror and... despair!

He never expected that his ultimate strike, 凝聚 of the power of five hundred thousand troops, confident enough to contend with a Heavenly Immortal,

would... would still be defeated?!

Moreover, defeated so decisively!

Just how... just how terrifying has the strength of this demon dragon become?!

Everyone was utterly shocked beyond measure by this scene before their eyes!

The Northern Myriad Army God, Tuoba Pusa, had... been defeated?!

Defeated so miserably?!

"His... his fist technique... has... has become stronger again?!"

Li Hanyi, the Sword Immortal of Xueyue City, watched the nine golden dragon phantoms slowly dissipating in the air, her clear, cold eyes filled with indescribable shock.

She could clearly feel that the true meaning of the martial way contained in Brother Ning Chuan's punch was, compared to when it was on Taohuadao, even more... profound! Even more... perfect!

It was as if every battle allowed his strength to improve rapidly!

Such comprehension, such talent, was simply... unheard of!

Xu Zhihu and Xu Weixiong, the two sisters, also watched with dazzling light in their beautiful eyes, their hearts stirred.

They knew they had not chosen the wrong person.

To submit to such a god-like existence was their greatest... luck in this life.

Tuoba Pusa struggled to rise from the ground, his cold, ice-like face filled with unwillingness and madness!

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He knew that today, he was likely doomed!

But even if he died, he would drag this demon dragon down to hell with him!

He was about to burn his soul and essence blood for a final desperate struggle!

Just then!

Tuoba Pusa suddenly let out a low roar, his voice filled with unwillingness and... a hint of respect?

"Hmph! A group of rats hiding their heads and tails! You've watched the show for so long, it's time... to come out!"

Before his words had even finished!

It was seen that from the void surrounding the valley on four sides, four figures emerged simultaneously!

Each figure radiated a terrifying aura, as deep as the ocean and boundless!

They were... they were all top existences at the level of Earthly Immortals!

One was an old monk wearing a tattered kasaya, holding a broken iron sword, appearing somewhat mad, yet his eyes were filled with endless sorrow and vicissitudes.

He was none other than the Sword Emperor of Western Shu, and the Master of Sword Nine Huang—Sui Sui Xiegu!

One was an old man wearing a Confucian robe, with a refined face and a gentle, jade-like temperament, like a great scholar well-read in poetry and books.

He was none other than the Sect Master of the Eastern Yue Sword Pool, and the grandfather of Xu Fengnian—Qi Qi Lianhua!

One was an old Daoist Priest wearing a black Daoist robe, with a majestic face, commanding respect without anger, radiating a terrifying aura of holding the power of life and death, rewarding the good and punishing the evil.

He was none other than the Martial Dao Laozhang Sect of Long Hushan!

His coming this time was clearly to seek justice for Hong Hong Xixiang, who had departed through martial dissolution!

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And the last one was an old man wearing a gray cloth robe, with white hair and beard, a withered face, yet his eyes were exceptionally sharp, as if able to see through the human heart.

He was none other than the current Laozu Sect of the Wu Family Sword Tomb!

His coming this time was for the peerless famous sword refined by Brother Ning Chuan into the "Dragon God Sword"—the Great Liang Long Que!

Four of them, famous for a long time, already supreme old monsters at the Immortal Realm!

Had... had appeared here at the same time!

Moreover, judging by their appearance, it seemed... they were all here for that Eastern Sea Dragon Lord!

Everyone was completely stunned by this sudden scene before their eyes!

They never expected that today's unprecedented great battle would, one after another, draw out so many divine figures, existing only in legends!

This... this is simply... too incredible!

Brother Ning Chuan looked at the four Earthly Immortals surrounding him from four different directions, and at the Northern Myriad Army God, Tuoba Pusa, who, though suffering heavy injuries, still had unyielding battle intent.

On that face of unparalleled beauty, there was not a trace of fear.

Instead, a hint of... disdainful cold smile appeared.

"Hehe, little mice hiding in the dark, are you finally... all willing to come out?"

In an instant!

Tuoba Pusa, Sui Sui Xiegu, Qi Qi Lianhua, the Martial Dao Laozhang Sect, and the Wu Family Laozu Sect, five top experts at the Earthly Immortal level!

Simultaneously unleashed their own terrifying, world-destroying momentum!

Five distinct yet equally powerful auras intertwined and connected in the air, forming an supreme pressure capable of shaking the entire heaven and earth, heading straight for Brother Ning Chuan, crushing down heavily!

They intended to join forces to completely... suppress and kill this lawless demon dragon right here!

However, facing this terrifying array that would make anyone despair.

Brother Ning Chuan's expression remained as calm and indifferent as ever.

He merely slowly extended his right hand.

Then, he gave it a gentle wave.

"Voom—!!!!!"

A clear, piercing sword cry, as if capable of piercing the Nine Heavens and echoing through eternity, suddenly rang out!

There, the "Dragon God Sword" that he had set aside, wrapped in threads of Lei Guang and mysterious dragon patterns, suddenly transformed into a streak of golden light and appeared in his hand!

In an instant!

Between heaven and earth, every object bearing the character "sword," whether the three-foot green blades in the hands of wandering knights, the standard-issue swords at the waists of soldiers, or the peerless divine weapons hidden within famous mountains and great rivers, sleeping for a thousand or ten thousand years!

All trembled violently, beyond their control, in this very moment!

Emitting a series of mournful cries filled with awe and submission!

As if paying homage to the King of Swords that had appeared in Brother Ning Chuan's hand!

Ten thousand swords cried out together!

Sword qi surged toward the heavens!

The magnitude of its momentum was simply... terrifying beyond words.