Chapter 74

Northern Beggar Hong Hong Qigong looked at the black-clothed Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, who was lying on the beach like a dead dog, breathing his last, and almost unrecognizable.

His weathered old face was filled with unbelievable shock and horror.

He looked again at the black Jiao dragon Ning Chuan, who was hovering in mid-air, still surrounded by wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, like divine punishment from the nine heavens, emitting endless majesty.

The shock in his heart had long been like overturning rivers and seas, unable to calm down for a long time, even several times stronger than when he saw Ning Chuan easily defeat the eight Great Grandmasters combined!

A genuine Great Grandmaster expert!

That was a terrifying existence standing at the peak of the Dao of Wu, capable of initially invoking the power of heaven and earth, and possessing the power to break rivers and shatter mountains!

In the entire Jianghu, the number of Great Grandmasters could be counted on one's fingers; each one was a giant who shook one side, a figure who could make the entire Wu Lin tremble with a stomp of their foot!

However, such a Great Grandmaster expert who could shake the entire Jianghu,

was actually... actually suppressed like dry wood by this mysterious black Jiao dragon?!

And, looking at the Jiao dragon Island Master's demeanor, it seemed he was still at ease and hadn't used his full strength!

This... this is simply unbelievable! Shocking!

Even... he faintly felt that the strength of this Jiao dragon might have already surpassed the scope of ordinary Great Grandmasters and was moving toward the more ethereal realm of Land Immortals!

Southern Murong Fu, who had just woken up from a coma and hadn't had time to see the situation around him clearly,

happened to hear Northern Beggar Hong Hong Qigong's whisper in his heart: "Even if the Central Divine Power came, he couldn't take him down."

And he felt the terrifying dragon might that was still permeating the world, making people suffocate, and the chilling killing intent that almost froze his soul.

His already pale face instantly turned like a dead person's, without a trace of blood, and his pupils contracted sharply because of extreme fear.

"Jiao... Jiao... dragon... Great Grandmaster... no... impossible..."

He mumbled these words vaguely, his eyes filled with boundless fear and despair, and a trace of confusion caused by his cognition being completely overturned.

Immediately, his head tilted, and he was actually scared unconscious again!

And Purple Shirt Dragon King Dai Dai Qisi, who had been casually imprisoned by Ning Chuan on the side and couldn't move,

was also ashen-faced at this moment, her eyes filled with confusion and despair, and a trace of resigned decadence.

Even a Great Grandmaster-level expert was easily suppressed by this Jiao dragon like a toy.

Who else could be its opponent?

Even Western Poison Ouyang Feng, who had been arrogant and clamoring to tear Ning Chuan into pieces,

was now like a defeated rooster, limp on the ground, his eyes unfocused, his hair disheveled, constantly mumbling "Impossible... impossible... this isn't true...", clearly having suffered a great mental shock, even showing signs of madness.

He had roamed the Jianghu for decades; when had he ever seen such a terrifying existence? When had he ever experienced such a complete failure?

His proud Toad Skill, his famous poison technique, all appeared so pale and weak, so unworthy of mention in front of this Jiao dragon.

On the beach.

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan struggled to lift his head, looking at the black Jiao dragon hovering in the void, overlooking him like a god.

His eyes were filled with confusion, unwillingness, and a trace of... unbelievable defeat.

He lost!

Lost so thoroughly! So cleanly!

He, this top expert who had hidden for decades, cultivated Wu Gong in the Songshan Shaolin Temple's Scripture Library, and finally stepped into the Great Grandmaster realm with his superior talent and tenacious perseverance,

had no room to resist at all in front of this mysterious and unfathomable Jiao dragon!

The other party's strength had completely exceeded his cognition of Wu Gong!

He spoke hoarsely, his voice carrying a trace of self-mockery and confusion, and a trace of the desolation of a hero at the end of his road:

"Why... why... not kill me?"

He knew.

Ning Chuan had shown mercy.

Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes calmly watched Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, as if he could see through the pain and obsession deep in his heart.

He naturally had his own purpose.

A Great Grandmaster-level expert, although no longer a big threat to him, could be suppressed with a flip of his hand.

But if he could be subdued as a protective force for Taohuadao, it would undoubtedly be a combat force that could not be underestimated.

Especially when Huang Huang Yaoshi was in closed-door cultivation, and he himself might need to go into seclusion to seek enlightenment at any time.

With such a Great Grandmaster sitting in charge, the safety of Taohuadao could be better guaranteed, and he could handle some unnecessary troubles for him.

"Do you... want to take revenge?"

Ning Chuan's majestic voice, carrying a strange magic, slowly rang in Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's ears like thunder, striking deep into his soul.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's whole body shook violently!

In his originally dim eyes, an incomparably intense hatred and excitement erupted instantly!

As if a dying person had grabbed the last straw!

"Revenge?! Of course I want to! I dream of it!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with endless grief and resentment, and the pain suppressed for decades.

"I, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, have lived in the world for decades, and my only thought is to kill my enemies and avenge this blood feud for my tragically dead wife and children!"

"Do you... do you know who my enemy is?!"

This was the only belief that had supported him to live for decades!

Ning Chuan smiled indifferently; the smile on the hideous Jiao dragon head appeared a bit strange, but carried a trace of understanding that saw through everything.

He rolled his huge Jiao tail gently.

And rolled Southern Murong Fu, who had already fainted and was like mud, to Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's front, throwing him on the beach casually.

"You should recognize him, right?"

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan looked at the miserable young man in brocade clothes who had lost an arm and was unconscious.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes; he didn't know this person.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and it turned into realization.

"The kid from the Gusu Southern Murong clan? Hmph, just a despicable and shameless person with a false reputation! What does his hatred have to do with mine?"

He had just heard Southern Murong Fu offer his cousin to this Jiao dragon to save his own life, and he was full of contempt for him.

Ning Chuan's voice rang out calmly again, but it was like thunder from the nine heavens, exploding violently in Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's heart, no, in the hearts of everyone who heard this sentence:

"His father is Southern Murong Bo of the Gusu Southern Murong clan."

"And Southern Murong Bo is the true mastermind who planned the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass back then, spread rumors, lured the heroes of the Central Plains, caused your family to be destroyed, and made you carry a blood feud for decades!"

Immediately afterward, Ning Chuan narrated the truth of the Yanmen Pass tragedy back then, and how Southern Murong Bo tried to provoke disputes between the Song and Liao countries, hoping to profit from it and realize his wild ambition of restoring the Great Yan Kingdom.

Briefly, yet clearly, he narrated it once.

Among them, naturally, it included Songshan Shaolin Abbot Abbot Xuan Ci, Beggar Sect Leader Wang Jiantong, and a group of Central Plains Wu Lin seniors.

How they were deceived by Southern Murong Bo's carefully woven flowery words, thus lightly believing the rumors, getting hot-headed, and launching an ambush on Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's family.

All the conspiracies, all the calculations, were ruthlessly revealed in Ning Chuan's calm narration.

The people of Taohuadao, as well as Northern Beggar Hong Hong Qigong and Old Urchin Zhou Zhou Botong on the side,

hearing such earth-shattering secrets involving the unsolved Wu Lin cases from decades ago, were all dumbfounded and shocked!

They never expected that the Yanmen Pass tragedy back then, which shocked the Wu Lin, flowed with blood, caused countless heroes to lose their lives, and changed the fate of countless people,

actually hid such a sinister conspiracy behind it!

And the "Southern Southern Murong" family, which seemed bright and upright, had a reputation for chivalry in the Jianghu, and was as famous as Northern Northern Qiaofeng, was actually the initiator of all this!

This simply overturned their cognition of the Jianghu!

After hearing Ning Chuan's narration, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan was like being struck by lightning, his whole body shaking violently!

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the unconscious Southern Murong Fu on the ground, his eyes filled with unbelievable anger, boundless resentment, and a trace of... relief and pain after the truth was revealed!

"Southern Murong Bo! Southern Murong Bo! It was actually you!!! It was actually you, this despicable and shameless hypocrite!!!"

He let out a shrill roar toward the sky, his voice filled with endless grief and killing intent!

He wished he could tear this Southern Murong Fu in front of him into pieces immediately to vent his hatred!

After venting for a while, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan gradually calmed down, but the killing intent and hatred in his heart did not diminish at all.

He looked at Ning Chuan, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion, and a trace of deep awe.

"These... these dusty secrets and past events, how... how did you know?"

"Could it be... could it be that you can really predict the future and see through the past and future?!"

This was not only his doubt, but also the doubt of everyone present.