Chapter 237: Chapter 177: Do You Hear the Wrath of Heaven? Thunder God, Aid Me

Taiping Taoist Zhang Jiao?

Who?

Everyone present was stunned by the Flood Dragon, with absolutely no time to think about who this Taiping Taoist was.

They only saw a towering bolt of Celestial Thunder strike down, hitting the Flood Dragon right on its head.

“CRACKLE!”

For a moment, the air surged with the sound of arcing electricity.

The Flying Winged Flood Dragon, struck by the Celestial Thunder, bared its fangs and let out a ferocious, chaotic roar.

With this brief respite, the crowd finally noticed that, at some unknown point, a thin Daoist had appeared on a rock at the mountain’s peak. His long hair billowed in the wind, he wore a yellow robe, and he held a mysterious black pearl in his hand.

He looked ordinary on the surface, but his face held an air of extraordinary pride, as if he were an Immortal Master sent to guide the world.

The towering bolt of Celestial Thunder had clearly been emitted from that black pearl.

Everyone subconsciously felt that this Magical Treasure possessed considerable power.

In fact,

Lu Mingyuan, hiding behind the crowd, hadn’t expected the Ancient Force within the Demon Blood Black Pearl to have such immense destructive power.

The Demon Blood Black Pearl had been confiscated from two Great Demons at the Peak of the Ninth Realm.

Ever since absorbing a drop of Ancient Demon Blood, he had been pondering whether he could use this Magical Treasure. To his surprise, he actually could.

A Throne Great Demon had used Ancient Demon Blood and a Demon Race Secret Technique to refine this Magical Treasure. Not only could it be mass-produced to deal with Human Race Cultivators, but it could also be used to destroy the Flesh Bodies of the Demon Race.

He only needed to inject power into the pearl to unleash a corresponding force.

He had injected his Thunderous Primordial Astral, which in turn unleashed Thunder Power capable of drawing upon the Power of Heaven and Earth. A single bolt of Celestial Thunder had completely drained the Primordial Qi from an entire Acupoint—a massive expenditure.

Lu Mingyuan temporarily named it the Qilin Thunder Pearl, as he suspected the Ancient Demon Blood within belonged to a Qilin Bloodline.

Unexpectedly, after being struck once, the Flying Winged Flood Dragon actually began to back away slowly. Its vertical pupils revealed an apparent fear of the Qilin Thunder Pearl in Zhang Jiao’s hand.

The brown-robed Daoist from before once again drew out a stack of talisman paper, handed one to each person, and sent a telepathic warning to the group:

“Everyone, fall back! This is a Great Flood Dragon, a Demon that guards this mountain and its waters. It’s at least in the Ninth Realm, not some ordinary Demon. It can use the vast Water Transport here to erupt with power Above the Tenth Realm.”

As the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator from the Thunder Pool Daoist Academy escorting everyone to the Great Wilderness Tomb Canyon, he had to protect every single person. To fail would be a grave sin.

The priority was to protect the group, not to take the offensive.

“WHOOSH!”

The Great Flood Dragon’s body was as thick as a century-old tree. Its pair of wings weren’t exaggeratedly large; they were transparent and crystalline, almost imperceptible without close inspection.

It was hard to imagine that flapping these wings could lift it into the air from beyond the stone cliff and allow it to roar at the crowd.

After arching its back, the Flying Winged Flood Dragon dove down ferociously, opening its cavernous maw in an attempt to devour a foreign princess with a delicate face. But unexpectedly, the thin Daoist who had appeared out of nowhere sent it flying with a single palm strike.

“I told you not to be so arrogant, yet you keep acting up. Did you really think my title as the Taiping Taoist is just for show?” the thin Daoist said, casually dusting off his hands.

Seeing this, the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator in the group felt his pupils shrink.

’His Flesh Body’s strength is this terrifying?!’

’No matter how you look at it, this is a Great Flood Dragon of the rivers and marshes!’

Initially, seeing the Daoist’s Thunder Technique, he had assumed he was a genuine Qi Cultivator.

’Now it seems he has cultivated his Flesh Body as well?’

“Everyone, do not panic. You are all the proud geniuses of your nations. How could a mere Demon like this possibly defeat us?”

Lu Yunqing was calm and composed. He glanced at the panicking princes and nobles around him as ink marks appeared on his chest. Holding a snow-white Wolf Hair Brush, he lifted the brush, and his Literary Qi surged as he wrote a series of large characters in the air.

“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root.”

“Dragon’s Roar and Tiger’s Howl.”

In an instant, the Literary Qi solidified. A rain of flying blades formed a curtain, and the hum of swords cut through the void with a piercing screech.

A vivid, colorful green tiger and a long-whiskered azure dragon sprang to life, roaring as they charged toward the Flying Winged Flood Dragon on the ground.

Immediately after, his brush wrote out line after line of scripture, which coalesced into all sorts of weapons, birds, and beasts, emerging in an endless stream. It was truly a case of a magical brush bringing creations to life.

“It’s a Confucian Family Divine Technique, writing characters into reality!”

The many princes of lower strength were utterly shocked by this sight.

This scale of writing-into-reality could only be achieved by a Confucian Cultivator of the Middle Fifth Grade who had condensed a Literary Palace. To think that the strength of Great Yan’s Prince Chongwen, Lu Yunqing, was so impressive.

The Crown Prince of Great Sui, Cao Zongxi, mused, “This bears a striking resemblance to the Taoist Sect’s Divine Technique of writing scripture into reality.”

“You best not overexert yourselves,” the thin Daoist said lightly.

The Great Flood Dragon’s power was continuously rising. Just as the Daoist had said, this Demon could absorb Water Transport to rapidly increase its strength. The slightest carelessness would lead to defeat.

But just as he finished speaking, the Nanli Princess, Li Muwan, had already infused Primordial Qi into her Nanming Li Fire Armor. The Li Fire transformed into a red sword and shield.

Despite Li Muwan’s petite frame, she swung the Great Sword with ease. Swift as the wind, she leaped forward, her Great Sword striking precisely where the Great Flood Dragon’s wing connected to its body.

The Great Flood Dragon was in mid-leap, dodging the Sword Qi, the Ink-Wash Dragon and Tiger, and the sky full of blades… It needed those wings to stay aloft and steer. After having a wing sliced off, its body continued to surge forward from inertia but immediately skewed sideways for over ten feet. Its massive, bloody maw barely grazed past the young woman as its entire body slammed heavily onto the stone platform.

“CLANG!”

Blood gushed from the severed wing, and the creature began to struggle violently in pain. Its tail thrashed wildly, sending shattered stone flying from the platform.

Everyone was overjoyed, believing victory was within their grasp.

But in the next second, the smiles on everyone’s faces froze.

They quickly discovered a massive vortex slowly forming in the great river flowing through the canyon, and a watery mist rose from all directions.

The Great Flood Dragon seemed to undergo a molt. Its pair of wings became like paper, its scales changed color to a glossy black, and its ferocity and oppressive aura intensified. It threw its head back and roared, transforming completely into a Flood Dragon that could walk on air.

Surprise flashed across the faces of both Lu Yunqing and Li Muwan.

The Flood Dragon whipped up a waterspout, flinging Li Muwan and Lu Yunqing away in the blink of an eye.

Lu Yunqing, ever cautious, had preemptively cast an “Indestructible” True Word. He swept up his Literary Qi to escape through the air, but he was powerless to help Li Muwan.

Fortunately, Li Muwan was protected by her Li Flame Armor and her life was not in danger.

An even heavier look of disappointment appeared on Lu Yunqing’s face.

’To think I couldn’t even kill the Flood Dragon. What a pity.’

“After absorbing the Water Transport, it’s even stronger than before!” the Nascent Soul Daoist said, stunned.

At that moment, the thin Daoist who called himself Zhang Jiao leisurely stepped in front of the crowd and said nonchalantly, “I told you not to overexert yourselves.”

The Nascent Soul Daoist said seriously, “Fellow Daoist, I still have more than ten Daoist Talismans here. Can you help me guard this place and let me go test myself against this Flood Dragon?”

“You can.”

Zhang Jiao glanced at him and nodded lightly.

’He is a Tenth Realm Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, after all. He should be able to fight this newly powered-up Great Flood Dragon to a standstill.’

The moment the words were spoken, the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator flipped his hand, revealing a Judge’s Pen. Moving as fast as a phantom, he swiftly wrote the character for “Swift.”

The Taoist Sect’s technique of writing scripture into reality!

Suddenly, the Flood Dragon lunged forward, directly shattering the large character… Its figure flashed, and it dove into the great river below, disappearing strangely.

Lu Mingyuan noticed something was wrong and thought to himself, ’This Flood Dragon wants to use the river’s Water Transport to recover from its injuries so it can continue fighting and devour everyone here.’

The Nascent Soul Great Cultivator scattered a pile of yellow paper. He formed a Taoist Technique with his hands, the Taoist Qi at his fingertips as brilliant as starlight. Almost simultaneously, the yellow paper transformed into various small figures sitting cross-legged in the void.

A great Golden Light burst from all the Papermen, and golden chains appeared, plunging toward the bottom of the great river.

As far as the eye could see, a hundred golden chains were attempting to capture the Great Flood Dragon.

The Dynasty Princes and Princesses present had never seen a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator cast magic up close, let alone a spectacle of this magnitude. They all watched with great fascination.

The hundred chains bound a single object in unison, and the Flood Dragon’s figure reappeared.

“ROAR!!”

The Flood Dragon’s roars came in waves, and many people blocked their hearing to avoid being affected.

The Papermen casting the chain technique circulated their Taoist Qi once more, opening their mouths to spew torrents of blazing True Flame that instantly engulfed the Flood Dragon, causing it to struggle constantly on the river’s surface.

“As expected of a Daoist from the Thunder Pool Daoist Academy. His strength is truly formidable!”

“Paper-cutting Adult, writing scripture into reality, and forming chains from techniques… these are all common Magic skills of the Taoist Sect.”

Everyone thought the battle was about to end just like that.

But then, the unexpected happened!

Water splashed high into the air from the river again as another creature—a massive, Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragon—shot toward the sky, pouncing at Lu Mingyuan and the others.

“There’s another one in the river!”

“Could they be a male and female pair?!”

For a moment, everyone was horrified.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao was silent. He raised the Qilin Thunder Pearl high, put on an air of mystique, and shouted:

“Thunder God, aid me!”

This single move directly drained the Thunder Primordial Qi from ten Acupoints.

Ten bolts of Celestial Thunder abruptly crashed down.

“BOOM!”

After the tremendous boom, the might of the Thunder erupted in an instant. The power of the Ancient Force within the Demon Pearl was immense; back then, even Lu Mingyuan at his peak could only just withstand it, let alone ten bolts at once.

The ten bolts of Celestial Thunder instantly smashed into the Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragon, tearing its flesh apart. It shrieked repeatedly, its massive body freezing in mid-air before plummeting heavily to the stone platform.

The might of Thunder was the ultimate counter to ghosts and demons.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

The strength of this Taiping Taoist was truly unfathomable.

“With me, the Great Virtuous Master, present today, how dare any Demon act so viciously?”

The thin Daoist snorted, then proclaimed with a flourish, “Paper-cutting Adult! Three Great Protectors, go!”

After speaking, he also mimicked the move, scattering a pile of leftover yellow paper from drawing paper figures, and then tapped it lightly with the Blessed Vermilion Bird Brush.

Three clones wearing masks with the character for “Heaven” appeared: a handsome youth holding a long saber; a robust monk holding Buddha Beads, his fists glowing with Golden Light; and an imposing man wielding a Long Whip.

At the same time, dozens of Armored Warriors carrying sabers appeared and charged toward the Cyan-eyed Green Flood Dragon, hacking at it.

The Blood Shadow Legion was just beginning to take shape, but it was still quite a frightening sight at first glance.

Amidst the grand offensive, Lu Mingyuan’s true body remained safely behind the crowd, watching the show.

“This Taiping Taoist’s Paper-cutting Adult technique… isn’t it a little too realistic?”

“And they’re so strong. Could it be an enhanced version?”

Lu Yunqing, Li Muwan, Cao Zongxi, and the others all looked at each other in bewilderment.

After subduing the first Flood Dragon, the Nascent Soul Daoist to the side had seen the second green Flood Dragon and thought they were done for. He never expected the Taiping Taoist’s strength to be so immense.

Most importantly, the man’s Paper-cutting Adult technique was at such a High Level.

Only a Daoist who had cultivated the Paper-cutting Adult technique to the Perfection realm could create Papermen that looked identical to real people.

Lu Mingyuan, however, did not let his guard down. He carefully observed his surroundings.

He didn’t believe that these two beasts had suddenly attacked on a whim.

’Perhaps someone is controlling them from the shadows.’

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