Chapter 362 - 197: Annihilation of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance

Chapter 362: Chapter 197: Annihilation of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance

Meanwhile.

As Chen Sheng used the Innate Protective Golden Bell and Nine Nether Yin Fire to trap Zhou Kuohai, another battle was already drawing to a close.

Eager to break free and reinforce Chen Sheng, Sun Yuzhi and Li Jizhou held nothing back, unleashing their full power.

In a matter of moments, a web of endless Sword Qi and crimson spear light had forced the two Profound Mastery experts from the Blood River Sect into a desperate corner.

The elder with the slightly weaker Primordial Sea Realm Cultivation, in particular, was already covered in wounds and breathing faintly under Li Jizhou’s treacherous and ruthless Sword Stance.

Just then, a mighty tolling of a bell and a pillar of crimson flame soaring into the sky from Chen Sheng’s direction drew everyone’s gaze.

When Li Jizhou glanced over at the distant waters, he saw Chen Sheng standing atop the Golden Bell, using crimson flames to incinerate his foe.

He was single-handedly suppressing Zhou Kuohai, who looked like a caged beast.

His Sword Stance faltered for a moment, his eyes beneath the silver mask filled with utter shock and disbelief.

’What is happening?’

’I’ve been fighting for my life over here, and I’ve only just managed to seriously wound my opponent. I was about to rush over to help, terrified that something had happened to Chen Sheng... and it turns out he’s almost finished?’

’If I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes, I would never believe it was real.’

’Even seeing it, I’m still stunned and aghast.’

’After all, that’s Zhou Kuohai! The Alliance Leader of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance, a man who has dominated the Ning’an Prefecture for years!’

’A true expert at the mid-stage of Profound Mastery, the peak of the Thunder Sound Realm.’

’Even injured, he shouldn’t be suppressed so easily by Chen Sheng, who has only just entered the Primordial Sea Realm.’

’This is unreasonable!’

’Completely unreasonable!’

In that instant, Li Jizhou had a sudden realization.

Perhaps it wasn’t that Zhou Kuohai was too weak or that his injuries were too severe. Rather, Chen Sheng’s own strength was simply astonishing.

In fact, Chen Sheng’s true combat strength had likely long since surpassed his own.

Li Jizhou, at least, knew he had absolutely no confidence that he could defeat a figure like Zhou Kuohai in a one-on-one duel.

Seeing this, a great weight was finally lifted from Sun Yuzhi’s heart.

At the same time, an indescribable sense of relief and pride welled up within her.

The young man who once needed her secret protection had now truly grown into a towering pillar of strength, capable of holding his own and even defeating enemies far stronger than himself.

She had personally experienced the strange and unpredictable power of his Nine Nether Yin Fire Divine Techniques, so she knew just how terrifying it was.

’As expected of the greatest legacy left by the Pill Realm Grandmaster, the Profound Flame Daoist,’ she thought.

In stark contrast to the elation of Sun Yuzhi and Li Jizhou, the two experts from the Blood River Sect were chilled to the bone.

They had been counting on Zhou Kuohai to make short work of Chen Sheng and come to their rescue.

Instead, they were met with the terrible news that Zhou Kuohai himself had been suppressed!

Overcome with shock and fury, the two exchanged a glance, each seeing the same thought in the other’s eyes:

Escape!

They had come here to throw Ning’an Prefecture into chaos, not to die alongside the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance.

Defeat was now certain. If they lingered, Chen Sheng would soon be free. Once the three of them joined forces to surround them, death would be inevitable!

The thought spurred them to action. Both men feinted simultaneously, then shot backward, transforming into two streaks of blood-red light as they tried to flee in separate directions.

"Trying to run? Have you asked my spear for permission?!"

Sun Yuzhi’s eyes flashed with killing intent. She wasn’t about to let them escape so easily.

With a flick of her Red Flood Dragon Spear, a net of spear light instantly blocked one of the men’s escape routes.

Li Jizhou was just as quick to react, his Sword Light clinging to the other man like a persistent shadow, trapping him completely.

Seeing his escape cut off, a ruthless, determined glint flashed in the eyes of the Blood River Sect’s Third Elder.

He spun around, but instead of attacking his pursuers, he gathered all his True Essence and blasted a palm strike at the heavily wounded Sixth Elder next to him.

Caught completely off guard, the Blood River Sect’s Sixth Elder convulsed from the blow, spewing a mouthful of blood as his Escape Light instantly dissipated.

Using the fleeting delay this created, an unnatural flush appeared on the Third Elder’s face. Without a shred of hesitation, he burned his blood essence and activated the Blood River Sect’s secret escape technique—the Blood Shadow Escape.

A cloud of blood mist coalesced around him.

He then transformed into a streak of bloody light, his speed increasing severalfold as he shot across the sky and vanished into the vast expanse of water in the blink of an eye.

"You despicable bastard, I—"

The betrayed Sixth Elder of the Blood River Sect began to curse, his voice a mixture of shock and fury.

But before he could finish, a crimson spear light shot through his chest like a venomous dragon.

With a twist of her wrist, Sun Yuzhi sent a burst of violent Gang Qi through the spear, instantly shattering his heart.

Without a glance at the falling corpse, she transformed into a crimson rainbow and shot off in pursuit of the fleeing Third Elder.

Li Jizhou, meanwhile, quickly moved in and delivered a final sword strike, making absolutely sure the Sixth Elder was dead.

While he was at it, he collected the man’s Blood-Colored Curved Blade.

Li Jizhou chose not to join the pursuit, instead turning his gaze to the waters below.

Zhou Kuohai’s defeat was already sealed; there was no need for him to intervene there.

The priority now was to end the brutal melee between the Jingwu Guard and the water bandits down below.

As far as the eye could see, the water for several miles around was stained a deep crimson.

Amidst the glinting of blades, severed limbs bobbed on the waves, and the air was a cacophony of battle cries and death screams.

Although the Jingwu Guard were well-trained, well-equipped, and gradually gaining the upper hand, the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance’s water bandits were fierce and fought with desperate abandon. Coupled with their superior numbers, this made the battle exceptionally brutal.

In just over fifteen minutes, the Jingwu Guard had already suffered nearly a hundred casualties—a heavy price to pay.

However, the turning point of the battle had arrived.

When the water bandits saw the horrifying sight of their Alliance Leader trapped by the Golden Bell and being incinerated by crimson flames, their morale instantly shattered.

Their leader had fallen. What was the point of resisting anymore?

Panic spread like a plague. Many of the bandit leaders began to discreetly break away from the fight, attempting to flee. Some even threw down their weapons, kneeling on their boats or on pieces of driftwood to beg for surrender.

Seeing his chance, Li Jizhou dove without hesitation into the densest part of the fighting, his figure like that of a great bird of prey.