Chapter 224: You damned mongrel!

In the Thunder Prison, Jiang Shanhai's golden shield could no longer bear the burden.

A crisp "bang!" sound.

It shattered like glass.

A thick bolt of lightning seized the moment to strike Jiang Shanhai.

He immediately spat blood, his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and slammed heavily into the ground.

Blasting out a pit several zhang deep.

Jiang Shanhai struggled to rise, but felt his internal spiritual power in chaos, his five viscera and six bowels seeming displaced, every movement accompanied by intense pain.

Seeing this, Gui Feng gave a cold laugh and said, "Jiang Shanhai, this is the consequence of your arrogance."

"Now I give you a chance to live: immediately kneel and kowtow to admit your mistake to the Sect Master of the Great Dao Sect, then take that Sect Master as your lord, and I will spare you."

"Screw your mother." Jiang Shanhai struggled to his feet, his eyes glaring fiercely at Gui Feng.

Gui Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "In that case, you're the sort who refuses a toast and only drinks the penalty."

"You're just asking for death."

Immediately.

Before Gui Feng, a more terrifying thundercloud gathered.

"Go die."

Gui Feng roared angrily, sending the thundercloud forth.

On Nangong Batian's side, although the crescent‑shaped sword qi weakened the power of the black silk,

but that black silk remained unstoppable, brushing past Nangong Batian's shoulder.

This strike tore his clothing.

It left a long gash on his shoulder, blood pouring out, instantly dyeing half his body red.

Nangong Batian's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Even his sword‑hand began to tremble.

Yet he clenched his teeth, his eyes showing defiance.

Chu Xiong and Gui Feng saw this, exchanged a smile, their eyes full of smugness and contempt.

"Hmph, do you think you can oppose us with just that?" Gui Feng said mercilessly.

But Chu Xiong spoke coldly, his voice full of mockery, saying, "Continue; today we must not let them leave alive!"

Gui Feng licked his lips, thunderlight around him frenziedly gathering, preparing to deal Jiang Shanhai a fatal blow.

Chu Xiong's demonic aura surged as he stepped toward Nangong Batian, each step seeming to carry a breath of destruction.

Jiang Shanhai struggled to rise from the pit, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing resolve.

"Want to kill me? Not that easy!"

Having said that, he endured the pain, again mobilized his internal spiritual power, preparing to meet Gui Feng's next round of attack.

Nangong Batian also took a deep breath, adjusted his sword grip.

Although the wound sent waves of pain, his gaze remained firm, unafraid as he stared straight at Chu Xiong.

Gui Feng gave a feral smile, his hands quickly forming seals again.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation in the sky seemed to receive a stronger summons, countless bolts of lightning converging into a greater thunder dragon.

This thunder dragon was surrounded by lightning as thick as arms.

Its head held high, it let out a deafening dragon roar, baring fangs and claws as it lunged at Jiang Shanhai.

Wherever the thunder dragon passed, space was torn open with black fissures.

"Die, Jiang Shanhai!" Gui Feng bellowed madly.

Jiang Shanhai, making a resolute decision, unleashed the forbidden technique of the God Controlling Sect, the "God Controlling Overlord Fist".

His fist instantly became wrapped in golden light, within which ancient runes flickered faintly, as if containing the power to split heaven and earth.

Jiang Shanhai shouted loudly and charged toward the thunder dragon.

A punch blasted out, golden light intertwining with lightning, erupting in a strong energy fluctuation.

However, the thunder dragon's power was too great; after only a brief stalemate, Jiang Shanhai was fiercely struck by its tail and flung away again.

This time he heavily slammed into a mountain peak.

The whole mountain peak trembled from the impact, rocks rustling down.

Chu Xiong saw Gui Feng gaining the upper hand and increased his attack intensity.

He clenched his hands together; the black banner held by the demon god phantom instantly expanded several times, the demonic shadows on its surface roaring forth and rushing toward Nangong Batian.

Nangong Batian employed the Phantom Moon Shadow Step, his form flickering like a ghost among the demonic shadows, trying to evade the attack.

However, the demonic shadows were numerous and extremely fast, soon encircling him.

Nangong Batian waved his long sword, sword qi crisscrossing, but the demonic shadows kept coming.

Suddenly.

A demonic shadow seized his ankle.

He staggered, nearly falling.

Immediately after.

Several more demonic shadows took the opportunity to pounce, leaving wounds across his body.

Nangong Batian desperately looked toward Jiang Shanhai nearby, hoping he would save him.

But Jiang Shanhai was no better off.

Gui Feng's thunderclouds bombarded him one after another.

Leaving him in agony beyond words.

Already, they have fallen into a desperate situation.

At this moment, their bodies are covered in wounds, and their spiritual power is about to be exhausted.

But they still have not given up resistance.

Jiang Shanhai painfully struggled to rise again from within the thunderclouds.

Although his legs trembled and he could collapse at any moment, his eyes still burned with an unyielding fire.

Seeing Jiang Shanhai so steadfast, Nan Gongbatian also relied on his long sword to support his body.

His complexion was as pale as paper, his breathing ragged, but his gaze was firm, fixed on Chu Xiong and Gui Feng without flinching.

Seeing their behavior, Gui Feng coldly snorted and said, "Hmph, even with death approaching, you still won't give up."

Chu Xiong coldly chuckled and said, "If that's the case, I'll grant you your wish!"

Having said that.

He and Gui Feng simultaneously launched their final attack.

Preparing to completely eliminate Jiang Shanhai and Nan Gongbatian.

But at this critical moment.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from afar: "Stop!"

The sudden sound drew everyone's gaze as if pulled by a magnet.

They all turned their heads toward the source of the sound.

Only seen, at the temporary residence entrance of the Qingyun Sect, three figures seemed to step out from the misty clouds.

These three figures were two maidens and an old man.

The two maidens were extraordinarily beautiful, emanating an ethereal aura, like fairies who had strayed into the mortal world.

That old man likewise bore an extraordinary presence, like a withered tree encountering spring, his whole being exuding the aura of an immortal, full of vigor.

And these three people were none other than Jiang Tai Mu, Li Yi Lan, and Ye Xiao Zi.

The three had come to Yun City to meet as per Lin Yang's appointment, never expecting to encounter such a situation.

Especially, Jiang Tai Mu witnessed Chu Xiong and Gui Feng ruthlessly attacking Jiang Shanhai and the sect master of the Hanyue Sect, Nan Gongbatian.

His originally gentle eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, like an ice blade slicing through a cold night, his voice seeming to carry a thousand years of frost.

"What a huge dog's gall! Dare to treat the master of my Yushen Sect with such viciousness."

"Let me ask you, you feathered fool, before you struck, did you ever consider whether I would consent?"

The Yushen Sect is everything to Jiang Shanhai; he cares deeply for this sect.

Naturally, he also displayed his protective nature to the fullest.

Of course, this protective ability was naturally learned from Lin Yang's true essence.

He fixed his gaze directly on Chu Xiong and said, "Feathered fool, answer my words."