Chapter 127: No Problem

In an instant, all things fell silent.

Only the roaring wind from the True Dragon's beating wings sounded like thunder.

Everyone below was stunned at this moment — never before had they felt such shock as when a creature they had sought for a thousand years, once become legend, truly appeared before their eyes.

The entire battlefield was so quiet a pin-drop could be heard, as if even Time had frozen.

"Hahaha~~" A bold, hearty burst of laughter rang out.

Only when this voice sounded did the surroundings seem to flow again.

Then the entire army broke into an uproar, as if collectively drawing in a sharp breath, awestruck by such a beautiful creature.

Looking closely, the source of that laughter was Zhou Renyi, clad in silver armor, laughing heartily.

He gazed at the dragon with its sleek, graceful form, eyes glazed, laughing aloud — as if drunk on the aesthetic beauty of the creature.

A dragon sought for a thousand years — and now it had truly appeared.

At this moment he felt as if he had stepped into a myth, and that he was about to become the dragon-slaying hero.

Thousands and tens of thousands of years from now, this battle, with him as commander-in-chief, would surely be recorded in the annals of history!

Even become a myth itself!

And while he laughed and daydreamed, the great army also began its first probing attack.

Countless soldiers drew their bows in unison, leaning back.

In the blink of an eye, countless arrows shot forth, transforming into a dense rain of arrows streaking toward the sky.

In an instant, the sky-covering rain of arrows blanketed the entire area where the "True Dragon" was.

Yet the rain of arrows, usually a fearsome weapon, lost its effectiveness at this moment.

A massive volley of arrows shot skyward, but before they could even approach, they suddenly seemed to encounter some terrifying defensive barrier.

Once within two hundred meters of the "True Dragon," they suddenly began to spontaneously combust.

In an instant, the arrows first lost their fletching and became unbalanced, then the shafts gradually vanished as well.

Only the triangular arrowheads remained, and even those lost their accuracy under the immense wind pressure and fell.

Throughout the entire process, the sky-blotting rain of arrows seemed to have just risen into the air before turning into sparks and falling.

Seeing this, Zhou Renyi at the center of the army also furrowed his brow, suddenly saying: "So it's a True Dragon that controls flame? No problem."

Indeed, no problem — if it were merely flame control, then as the most elite army of Great Zhou, with its countless years of experience capturing Strange Beasts, it had certainly encountered Strange Beasts that controlled flame and Flight before.

So he decisively relayed orders to the deputy general beside him, then gazed confidently at the True Dragon in the sky.

As the orders went out, the formation flags within the army began to shift.

At this moment, another volley of arrows rose from the ground — and these were specially made fireproof arrows.

At the same time, a group of soldiers who mastered the art of Flight also broke away from the army, flapping their wings like a dark cloud as they soared into the heavens, each gripping either specially made crossbow iron chains or iron nets gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Facing this crisis, the dragon did not choose to tank it head-on, but instead beat its wings and rose higher, directly evading the sky-covering rain of arrows.

Seeing this, Zhou Renyi did not find it strange — his true killing move was still to come!

As that group of warriors took to the air, the first warrior raised his special crossbow, and in an instant an iron chain shot forth.

This seemed to trigger some mechanism — in the sky above, a massive number of iron chains swept across the heavens, layer upon layer closing in to surround the True Dragon.

Some warriors, moving at bizarre speeds with afterimages, worked in pairs, spinning with ropes to approach and entangle it.

In no time, the entire sky, centered on the "True Dragon," saw dense iron chains closing in to surround it.

Throughout the entire process, the True Dragon showed no resistance; as the iron chains began to close in, the others could not help but show a faint smile — only Zhou Renyi did not rejoice, but showed disappointment in his eyes.

Because if the True Dragon were this easy to take down, it would not match his expectations of it.

But just then, the dragon moved.

Yet it was Baichuan who felt disappointed — was this all the Great Zhou army, which he had treated with such caution, was capable of?

Nothing but the most ordinary bows and arrows and iron chains?

Compared to the Empire he had once dealt with, the only difference was a group flying in the air trying to use iron chains to restrain him.

Disappointing!

The next moment, he was seen actively extending a claw to grab an iron chain.

It is worth noting that, since all the iron chains were closing in at this moment, they inevitably came into contact with one another.

And at this moment, the claw gripping the iron chain began to change — a beautiful arc of electricity began to leap, followed by a piercing shriek ringing out across the sky.

That was the sound of electric current tearing through the air!

In an instant, on the hollow iron sphere formed by countless iron chains in the sky, dazzling bolts of electricity blazed forth, and the countless flying warriors began convulsing and plummeting to the ground like dumplings dropping into a pot.

At this moment, the situation instantly reversed.

Yet facing this scene, Zhou Renyi was not alarmed but delighted, laughing aloud: "Good, good, good!"

"After the power of flame, now the power of thunder and lightning appears?

You dragon, you truly have not disappointed this general!"

"Gen… General," the deputy general beside him said with some worry, glancing at his own commander — this attack had been neutralized again, so why was he still so happy?

"Renqing, it's fine, no problem — it's merely the power of thunder and lightning."

After laughing, he waved his hand to comfort the deputy general beside him — it was merely the power of thunder and lightning; Great Zhou had encountered it before and had long prepared for it. Instead, it only made the desire in his eyes grow stronger.

As orders were issued once more, this time massive weapons resembling siege crossbows were wheeled out.

Yet Baichuan had grown weary — he had roughly experienced the strength of Great Zhou, and it was time for him to counterattack; after all, he was not some foolish, stationary target.

As he began to get serious, the serpent's long body began to change angle, diving downward toward the ground.

In an instant, a tremendous roaring sound began to appear, with faint hints of breaking through the sound barrier.

That was the terrifying sonic might produced by a colossal creature plummeting from the heavens.

Seeing this, Zhou Renyi showed an even broader smile: "Can't hold back and preparing to counterattack already? Voluntarily giving up your most important Flight advantage?"

"It seems that even a dragon, in the end, is just a mindless Strange Beast."

"Siege crossbows, fire!"

A great shout rang out.

At that moment, the siege crossbows below were also ready and fired.

One massive, hard crossbow bolt after another rose from below with terrifying sound waves, sealing off every inch of space around the flood serpent.

Everyone seemed to already see the scene of the true dragon being pierced through by the bolts, blood spilling across the heavens.

But Baichuan's "Omniscience" now spanned a full three kilometers, and he had long since seen the exact trajectory of every giant bolt at every instant.

Because the bolts inevitably slowed down as they grew larger, with his current reaction speed he could completely dodge every giant bolt flying toward him.

As his body began to twist nimbly, his wings folding in.

And so, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The flood serpent twisted its long body with incredible agility, barely dodging several bolts, and then actually began coiling around one bolt shooting upward, riding it back down.

"What?"

Zhou Renyi was stunned, straightening up on his horse, unable to believe what he was seeing,

A sure-death situation broken just like that.

But then he smiled again. If this dragon had kept flying in the sky, he might have had to spend a great deal of Time to bring it down.

Now, as a dragon, it had actually abandoned its aerial advantage and descended instead—was it because it couldn't attack from too far away?

In that case, the problem wasn't a big one. Strange Beasts that dared to run rampant in the midst of an army—he'd seen those before too. Today, this general will make sure you never fly again. Even if I have to pile up bodies, I'll bury you!

And at that moment, as the flood serpent dove past, a scorching torrent of flame erupted from its mouth.

In an instant, wherever the flood serpent's dive passed, it left behind an endless ribbon of fire, and thick poisonous smoke began to spread.

From the start of the battle until now, casualties had finally appeared.

And once they appeared, they came on a massive scale. The flood serpent's fierce poisonous fire—even warriors averaging the Third Limit couldn't resist it. Before the Fifth Limit, one is still within the realm of ordinary people.

At this moment, the flood serpent finally began its slaughter.

Beneath the raging fire, all lives are equal.

The flood serpent spread its wings and dove across the sky above the battlefield, leaving trail after trail of terrifying crimson torrents.

Yet the soldiers' arrows couldn't hit him. Even the few that did struck his incomparably hard scales and accomplished nothing.

As for the wings—that was even less possible. Wings constantly releasing scorching wind gusts—how could ordinary arrows get close? And the special giant arrows, the moment they shot toward him from afar, he already spotted them.

At this moment he truly realized he had nothing left to fear.

On the battlefield, Zhang San watched the true dragon repeatedly sweeping across the sky above, wreaking havoc, and felt a surge of frustration welling up inside.

Countless comrades had died just like that beneath the flames, unable to even fight back, only able to wail.

The only arrows that could reach the sky now couldn't even get close before bursting into flame on their own.

"We can't let It keep ravaging like this."

Zhang San thought silently. As the army's renowned divine archer, facing such a terrifying creature, he realized for the first time that he seemed unable to make himself useful.

The previous volleys had done nothing at all. Perhaps he should force it down to the ground.

Thinking of this, he looked at the specially made precious rope at his waist—one that had once been crafted specifically to deal with a colossal ape. It was not only fire-resistant, but incomparably tough.

Without further hesitation, he nocked an arrow and attached the rope.

Then he took aim. At this moment, he drew his bow and loosed from a full kilometer away, staking everything on the dignity of a Fourth Limit divine archer.

(End of this chapter)