Chapter 107: Thanks to the Dragon King

Inside the camp, Divine Sword Peak disciples with red eyes and nonstop tears could be seen everywhere.

"You still say you didn't cry?"

Those disciples who were seriously ill and confined to bed, unable to go to the dining hall, naturally didn't know what had happened.

This made them anxious.

"Senior brother, what exactly happened? Tell me, how could you keep this from us fellow disciples?"

"It's fine, really fine, just that we were eating."

"Just eating? Impossible, Senior Junior Brother Changqing's cooking is so good, how could he possibly make us cry while eating?"

"We cried because it was too delicious."

"Senior brother, do you think I, your junior brother, am stupid?"

"I, fuck............"

Totally inexplicable, at that moment the stone monument inside the camp suddenly glowed red; seeing this, many able-bodied disciples shuddered and rushed out of the camp.

"Senior brother has something to attend to; we'll talk later. Here, gnaw on this fish bone first—senior brother brought it especially for you."

Watching everyone leave, the disciples lying sick in bed each became anxious.

"Hey, what on earth is going on."

Those unable to get out of bed had no idea what was happening outside; they felt something big must have occurred these past days, and hated how useless their bodies were.

Outside the camp, following the prior plan, the disciples each took their positions and quickly hid.

Meanwhile, the sixty thousand aquatic troops that had just entered Jinhai Yingdi marched toward it, led by several young strongsters of the Flood Dragon clan.

All along the way, the surroundings were very quiet, and one of the flood dragons strangely remarked.

"Didn't the Third Prince say they were still in fierce battle? Why is it so quiet?"

"It's a bit strange; could it be that they've already taken Jinhai Yingdi?"

"Let's go check and we'll know."

Noticing the strangeness, but they had never considered losing, so they didn't take it seriously.

Just as they were walking, suddenly a series of formations erupted ahead, the light of talisman seals flashing, instantly engulfing many of the aquatic troops.

"What happened?"

"An ambush—be careful, there's an ambush."

"Are they Divine Sword Peak disciples?"

Completely unprepared, as the aquatic troops panicked, more and more traps were triggered.

All kinds of methods, so numerous, left these aquatic troops utterly bewildered.

"Weren't they coming to support Third Prince Jiao Min? How did they end up encircled instead?"

"Damn it, where are the Third Prince and his forces?"

"Is this an ambush set by the Divine Sword Peak disciples? They're supposed to be in fierce battle—where did they find the time to lay these?"

"This is nothing like what was agreed upon."

Even before seeing anyone, casualties were already heavy; on the city wall, Zhao Zhengping and the other inner disciples watched the scene from afar, each wearing a confident smile.

"As expected, these aquatic troops had no defenses at all."

"That's only natural; Junior Sister Wang Yao personally took action, so there's definitely no problem."

"Third Senior Brother, you overpraise me; I merely took advantage of the situation."

"Ah, Junior Sister Wang Yao, don't be modest—this is entirely your achievement."

"Alright, first settle the food supplies, then tell everyone to act according to the plan."

"Okay."

The formations and talisman seals were still not understood when suddenly a faint fragrance drifted through the surrounding air.

The scent was somewhat odd, not strong, and scattered on the wind.

"What smell?"

"Where does the fragrance come from?"

"Not good, it's poisonous."

At first no one noticed, but when some aquatic troops realized that as this fragrance appeared, they quickly went numb all over and grew weak.

Besides the talisman seals, the formations weren't enough; they even resorted to poison.

This threw the aquatic troops into utter panic—before they even saw the enemy, traps mowed down a wave, causing casualties close to half.

Now they've even employed the despicable, shameless tactic of poisoning.

What angered them most was that, even now, they hadn't seen a single Divine Sword Peak disciple.

"Come out, if you have the guts to poison, why not fight face‑to‑face?"

"Despicable and shameless, despicable and shameless."

The aquatic troops cursed angrily in response, yet no one answered them at all.

"Despicable and shameless? Have you ever seen anyone reason with food ingredients, talk about fairness?"

"It's simply ridiculous."

The Divine Sword Peak disciples paid no heed to these aquatic troops, silently waiting for the right moment.

Only after Zhao Zhengping and the others on the city wall gave the signal did the disciples rush out from both sides.

By then, the aquatic troops had already gone limp from the gastrodia powder, including the leading flood dragons.

Watching many Divine Sword Peak disciples charge out, the aquatic troops fell into utter despair.

"Damn it, indeed you lot are these despicable humans."

"If you have the ability, fight head‑on; what skill is there in using traps, poison, and such low‑class tactics?"

Where is the Third Prince, what have you done to the Third Prince?

By now, the water clan knows they've fallen into a trap; therefore, the Third Prince is probably more ill-fated than fortunate.

The situation is quite suspicious, but there's no time for them to think now, because the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ have already drawn their swords and come up to kill.

Pay attention, don't let any slip through the net.

Just kill them, just kill them.

It's basically a one-sided massacre, even though those few Jiao Dragons still want to struggle a bit.

Even facing a crowd of Inner Door Disciples, they were dealt with in just a few moves.

While they were killing, a disciple noticed something was off.

"No way, this is more than fifty thousand, right?"

"Seems like it."

Wang Yao's transmission said it was fifty thousand, which the disciples already knew, but now looking at it, the number is off.

The disciples were puzzled, wondering what the water clan meant, until Xu Jie rushed over and scolded them.

"Having more isn't bad; the water clan sent warmth, yet you despise it—what are you thinking?"

Yeah, having more is a good thing; these are all top-quality ingredients.

For a moment, many disciples happily spoke while they were killing.

"Thank the East Sea water clan."

"I said it, this old dragon king is still not bad."

"Not bad, not bad; this road didn't just widen all at once."

"No wonder it's one of the Four Great Demon Races of Dongzhou; their scale is different."

Watching the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ kill while praising them, the water clan members were somewhat bewildered for a moment.

If they couldn't see with their own eyes, they might really have thought the Dao Yi Sect and the East Sea water clan had shaken hands and made peace, forming an alliance.

But you lot, while slaughtering my East Sea water clan on one hand, you heap praise on them with the other—what exactly are you trying to do?

"Ah, Dao Yi Sect, Divine Sword Peak, if you want to kill, just kill—how dare you insult my East Sea water clan, insult my Jiao Long clan, insult my Dragon Lord!"

A Jiao Long, though weak all over, still shouted angrily, its voice full of sorrow.

If you want to kill, just kill; what's the point of saying these heartless words?

As for this, the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ offered no rebuttal, and even proactively admitted fault.

"Right, right, right, it's my mistake—I misjudged the old dragon king before; the old dragon king is mighty................"

"You........ puff.........."

Its eyes were full of anger, but before it could speak, a long sword had already pierced its heart—the one who struck was none other than the disciple who had been apologizing all along.

While offering the sincerest apology, they dealt the cruelest blow.

However, to be fair, the words of the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are absolutely sincere—look at that old dragon king, when he acts it's open and aboveboard; no wonder he's a big figure ruling the East Sea, him being able to be the Clan Chief of the Jiao Long clan is not without reason.

At least in the eyes of the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, that's how it is.