Chapter 391: Five-Turn Peak! Gods and Demons in the Mortal World!

"North Sea Moon-Devouring Art!"

When Brother Ning Chuan's cold and overbearing voice, like a god pronouncing judgment, rang out across the entire world—

A devouring force even more terrifying and domineering than that of the thousand-zhang true dragon, as if capable of devouring heaven and earth, devouring the sun, moon, and stars—an absolute supreme devouring power—erupted explosively from his gaping, enormous flood-dragon maw!

In an instant!

The entire world seemed, at this very moment, to have completely lost its color!

Behold—Brother Ning Chuan's enormous flood-dragon maw seemed to transform into a black vortex connected to endless void, capable of devouring all things!

Within that vortex, darkness was deep and profound, its bottom unseen, as if even light itself could be devoured with ease!.

Upon it, moreover, appeared the illusory shadow of a black crescent moon, radiating a cold and eerie radiance!

That crescent moon brimmed with mystery and ill omen, as if it were the very origin of Lunar Yin, capable of devouring all light and vitality!

The portent was terrifying!

Its might shook the heavens!

As if even the bright, full moon in the sky would pale and be devoured beneath the devouring power of this black vortex!

This 【North Sea Moon-Devouring Art】 was the supreme, uniquely his own devouring divine ability that Brother Ning Chuan had created by perfectly combining the Xiaoyao Sect's North Sea Divine Art, the devouring evolutionary instinct of his own flood-dragon bloodline, and the Moon-Spirit Breathing Art capable of gathering and refining lunar essence!

Not only could it swallow lunar essence to aid cultivation!

It could also… be used against enemies! Devour all things! Convert them for one's own use!

Its domineering and eerie aspects were a hundred times stronger than the original North Sea Divine Art—how could it be any less?!

He would… he would devour this ignorant false dragon before him that dared to vie with him, together with the vast destiny power belonging to the entire Northern Mang Dynasty upon its body—all of it… devoured!

The spectators below had long been utterly, inexpressibly shocked by this scene before them, as incredible as a myth!

"Four-Seven"

Each and every one of them stood dumbfounded, bodies rigid, minds blank, completely unable to comprehend everything unfolding before their eyes!

"Heavens! What… what divine ability is this now?!"

"Dev… devour?! He… he actually wants to… to swallow that thousand-zhang true dragon ali… alive?!"

"This… this is just too… too insane, isn't it?! Too unbelievable!"

Within the crowd, the silent, mysteriously-tempered Huyan Guanyin gazed at the black crescent moon suspended within Brother Ning Chuan's maw, and at the terrifying black vortex capable of devouring all things.

Her beautiful eyes, hidden beneath the light veil, surged with unprecedented, violent ripples!

She could clearly sense, emanating from within that black vortex, that devouring power of "destiny"—which made even her feel palpitations of dread and… longing!

She murmured to herself, her voice filled with boundless shock and… a trace of fanaticism?

"This… this is… the true, supreme demonic art of stealing heavenly secrets and plundering destiny?"

"Compared to him, my so-called 'destiny' is simply… a minor sorcerer before a great one."

She felt that she seemed… to have found a brand-new direction that could make her stronger, even… transcend destiny itself.

Xu Ziling beside Kou Zhong was also watching with surging heart and spirit, his eyes filled with solemnity.

He said in a deep voice: "Kou Zhong, look—he… he's not merely devouring that true dragon's energy."

"He's devouring its very 'existence'! Devouring its very 'concept'!"

"This has already… completely transcended the Fan Chou of martial arts, approaching… the realm of 'Dao'."

Kou Zhong also nodded heavily, his eyes filled with boundless yearning and… a trace of fear.

He murmured to himself: "Yes… this, this is the true supreme existence that turns palm up to make clouds, palm down to make rain, and holds life and death in its grasp."

"Compared to him, the fame and fortune we pursued before, the struggle to dominate the world—all seem… so utterly petty and laughable."