Chapter 353: Yellow Dragon Emerges, Long Serpent Dies

Waves rose on the Yin Spring River, and Divine General Zhao Yun encountered the white‑clothed youth.

Silver armor, sharp spears with snow‑sharp tips; ten thousand golden blossoms lit the night.

Divine General Zhao Yun and that white‑clothed youth fought endlessly on the Yin Spring River.

Zhao Yun's martial skill was peerless, and the youth was no less.

The two exchanged blows for hundreds of rounds without a decisive outcome.

While Zhao Yun and the youth fought merrily, the Nether Abyss Nine‑Headed Serpent in the Yin Spring River grew impatient.

It seized the moment, nine heads launching an attack on Zhao Yun simultaneously.

Nine water arrows shot toward Zhao Yun with a speed faster than the ear could cover.

Zhao Yun and the youth were engrossed in battle, having no time to split themselves.

They were about to be struck by those nine water arrows.

At the critical moment, Zhao Yun fell back, his silver spear blooming with spear‑flowers, catching both the youth's killing move and the serpent's ambush.

Boom!

Water splashed everywhere. Though Zhao Yun caught the ambush, his body slammed into the water like a cannonball.

On the Alliance Oath Platform.

Zhuge Buliang's pale face flushed.

This was a sign of his rising anger.

Beside him, the handsome Zhou Yu tightly grasped Zhuge Buliang's hand, his big eyes full of concern.

"Brother Buliang, General Zhao is one against two; the situation seems grim. How about I send our navy Grand General Gan Ning forward to assist?"

"No need!"

Zhuge Buliang's hair stood up. He pointed his feather fan at Zhang Xingyu below the platform and said, "Zhang Xingyu, you go!"

"What? Me go?"

Zhang Xingyu looked at Zhuge Buliang with puzzlement.

At the same time, the Wu state's generals all turned their gazes toward Zhang Xingyu, then collectively toward Zhuge Buliang.

Zhang Xingyu's slender arms and legs made him look like a frail wisp.

Letting him go, perhaps Zhuge Buliang's brain is cracked.

"Brother Buliang, better let my man go. Your human kid looks like he never trained any martial arts; sending him up would just be a sacrifice."

Zhou Yu's words pierced his heart like a knife.

Zhao Yun, this kid is too weak today. If I weren't the alliance's representative, I'd kick him.

"Zhang Xingyu, hurry up and go!"

Before Zhou Yu finished speaking, Zhuge Buliang roared ferociously at Zhang Xingyu.

"Damn it, just go."

Zhang Xingyu saw Zhuge Buliang flare up, realizing the old fool absolutely refused Zhou Yu's offer.

In the two‑state alliance, one cannot sacrifice life and lose face.

Fine, if I can't be a dead weight, I'll show you a move.

Zhang Xingyu lifted his hand, a fire‑red flying sword already in his grasp.

"Fire Dragon, Fire Dragon, we brothers haven't drawn our blades for days."

Today, we'll practice on that Nether Abyss Nine‑Headed Serpent, so you bulky fellows can see what a true master looks like.

Zhang Xingyu gently brushed the blade, his body swooping toward the Nether Abyss Nine‑Headed Serpent like a swan over water.

"Fire Dragon, Exterminate Immortal!"

As soon as he entered the fray, Zhang Xingyu used his ultimate move.

The Fire Dragon shot from his hand, turning into a streak of fire‑red light that instantly appeared before the Nether Abyss Nine‑Headed Serpent.

Seeing this, the white‑clothed youth quickly activated his General skill "Nether Abyss Ghost Shield."

In the blink of an eye, the Nether Abyss Ghost Shield had just formed when the Fire Dragon split it in two.

"What the heck?"

The onlookers wore puzzled expressions.

The Nether Abyss Ghost Shield's defense was astonishing; even Divine General Zhao Yun's full‑force strike couldn't break it.

Yet the human youth's light sword cut through it.

That's just unscientific.

While the crowd was bewildered, the Fire Dragon, undiminished, slashed another snake head.

After the slash, the Fire Dragon, like a fledgling swan returning home, flew back into Zhang Xingyu's hand.

The crowd turned again to the Nine‑Headed Serpent.

One of the serpent's heads fell off, its ink‑black blood staining the sky.

At the same time, the remaining eight heads let out painful howls in unison.

The shriek was so sharp it pierced eardrums, and the Wu generals covering their ears.

Zhang Xingyu stood in midair, sword in hand, letting the wave of sound roar beneath his feet.

At that moment, his robes fluttered, his expression indifferent, as if a deity surveyed the world's ants.

Zhou Yu stood dumbfounded on the spot, Zhuge Buliang stood dumbfounded, and the Wu generals stood dumbfounded.

Zhao Yun and the white‑clothed youth both halted, standing dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xingyu felt he could hear no sound.

"Damn, my ears hurt."

Is this the price one pays for showing off?

"Ah! My ears!"

Regaining his senses, Zhang Xingyu covered his ears and let out a painful howl toward the sky.

His towering, majestic image as a master collapsed in an instant.

Zhou Yu widened his eyes, Zhuge Buliang widened his eyes, Zhao Yun and that youth widened their eyes, and all the Wu state's generals widened their eyes.

At that moment, the Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent had already ceased its howl.

Its remaining eight heads all turned toward Zhang Xingyu, their sixteen blood‑red eyes filled with anger and fear.

"I want you dead!"

The eight snake heads, word by word, roared a thunderous anger together.

Zhang Xingyu stopped his howl.

He rubbed his ears and said, "Great serpent, what are you saying? I can't hear you!"

"Die!"

The eight mouths of the Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent gaped wide, and eight jet‑black snake cores shot toward Zhang Xingyu like arrows.

Swoosh!

This little snake's temper isn't small.

Zhang Xingyu flicked his sleeve, and an earth‑colored flying sword materialized.

"Yellow Dragon, Trapped Immortal!"

A yellow translucent shield enveloped him.

At the same time, the eight snake cores aimed at Zhang Xingyu rang with a clanging sound.

The Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent retracted its snake cores, and streams of black blood gushed from its eight great mouths.

You little brat, see if you still dare to ambush!

Zhang Xingyu sheathed the Yellow Dragon, looking at the Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent with a smug grin.

The Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent was terrified.

Its eight snake cores were disabled.

Those snake cores were its strongest attack method. With them disabled, its power was cut in half.

What a Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent; seeing the tide turn, it immediately dove down.

It wants to flee. It wants to abandon its master and escape.

A strong premonition rose in its heart: if it doesn't flee at once, its demonic life may end here.

"Yo ho! Trying to run? Under my hand, Zhang, can you escape?"

Zhang Xingyu smiled broadly as he watched the Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent dive, but he did not act immediately.

The Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent slipped into the water.

Water is a serpent's paradise. Once in the river, the Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent saw a chance to escape.

"Hahaha, damned human, the Great Serpent is leaving. If you have the skill, come catch me. If you can't catch me, I will definitely come back."

The river echoed with the Netherdark Nine-Headed Serpent's reckless laughter.

A moment later, its laughter abruptly stopped.

Zhang Xingyu lifted his robe's hem, unfastened his belt, and a Yellow Dragon shot into the river.

The river surface roiled with waves.

Soon, a massive snake rose belly‑up out of the water.

"Men, seize the snake!"

Zhang Xingyu sheathed the Fire Dragon and shouted loudly at the Wu state's commanders on the shore.