Chapter 1790 - 321:

This confrontation increasingly resembles a duel between Array Masters, just in a special setting.

Back then, in the wave of the Dream Ghost, I could only channel Jiang Shui, transitioning the Dream Ghost from 'fake waves' to 'real waves,' because back then, I was far from being as strong and composed as I am now.

If I could return to that wave now, even without the intervention of Wei Zhengdao, the Great Emperor, and others, I could have a proper fight with the Dream Ghost.

To put it simply, his only flaw right now is lacking martial arts training, but in other areas, the enhancements, after wave upon wave of tempering, are quite amazing.

The quick flapping of the Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit finally extinguished the flames on its body, but its form began to turn semi-transparent.

It's now very desperate, unable to fight or endure, wanting to flee home, but the door is blocked.

As Li Zhiyuan continued to stride forward, the Black Flood Dragon dared not attack but pretended to fly upward, trying to distance itself from the young man as much as possible.

However, this area is quite small, and due to the Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit repeatedly being injured, the range of its 'dream' gradually shrunk.

Li Zhiyuan looked up at the Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit curled up above, frightened by him.

The young man hesitated briefly.

Actually, he could also 'create' that figure, but he worried that once it was created, it might become uncontrollable.

Ultimately, Li Zhiyuan decided to conjure him up; in terms of status, that figure was also a Dragon King, but he was quite incompetent.

Wei Zhengdao's figure appeared above the Black Flood Dragon's head, normal-sized.

The next moment,

Wei Zhengdao raised his foot and stomped on the Black Flood Dragon's head!

"Boom!"

Li Zhiyuan felt a sudden dizziness in his mind, as his spiritual power was being frantically extracted!

Indeed, it became uncontrollable.

Obviously, the 'dummy' I conjured up with inherited fate, but once he appeared, he instinctively stirred up trouble.

Li Zhiyuan intended to slowly roast the Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit, peeling it layer by layer like an onion, leaving only the purest form.

Therefore, he had been controlling the force of his attacks.

But Wei Zhengdao's foot directly shattered the Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit, turning it into a cloud!

Li Zhiyuan, enduring the dizziness in his mind, retreated while still keeping an eye above, worried that Wei Zhengdao might truly have killed the residual spirit with one foot.

Fortunately, a snake-sized presence fell from the black mist.

It's not dead; its life force is still quite strong.

After all, if this creature were so easy to kill, Zhao Wuyang wouldn't have had to dismember and suppress it after defeating it.

Even though Li Zhiyuan now faced a different Black Flood Dragon than in the past, this trait has remained unchanged.

Nonetheless, even so, the current Black Flood Dragon is on the verge of collapse.

Its eyes turned red, extreme fear pushed its consciousness to the brink of collapse, but whether animal or human, at such moments, it's usually most likely to become agitated.

It looked at Li Zhiyuan.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

Li Zhiyuan was still retreating, seemingly drained by Wei Zhengdao's appearance, his spiritual power waning, causing the virtual shadows of the Bodhisattva, Great Emperor, and the Liu family's altar behind him to dissipate.

Finally, the young man even slumped down, sitting just in front of Jin Xingshan.

Jin Xingshan immediately stood before the young man, left hand on his right, using the Jin family's Secret Technique.

In the past, Jin Xingshan could 'suppress' the Black Flood Dragon, as it needed his feeding.

But now, the Black Flood Dragon's eyes were filled with terror and a desire to kill the young man; Jin Xingshan's little bit of flesh didn't interest it anymore, and it knew that if the young man left and recuperated, it would have no defense if he returned.

Living beings only need good food and rest to recover; for such residual spirits, it takes ages of feeding by many generations, unable to compete.

The Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit, fully committing itself, charged at Li Zhiyuan.

"Ah!!!"

Jin Xingshan shouted and charged towards the Black Flood Dragon to protect the young man.

Indeed, if the Black Flood Dragon's consciousness were clearer, it would find that all the virtual shadows the young man had set up earlier had dissipated, except for the Qin family's altar at the wellhead... which still stood.

This is a flaw, meaning the young man wasn't at his wit's end; he was still blocking its home entrance.

At this point, Li Zhiyuan, exhausted, shifted from sitting to a cross-legged position.

Jin Xingshan was still in the process of charging; his decision to send his daughter away didn't paint him as heroic, but he devoted his life to suppressing the Black Flood Dragon, deserving praise.

Only his ancestors have the right to express opinions, but even if they appear, witnessing their descendants struggling like this generation after generation, it's unlikely they could reproach him.

Li Zhiyuan interlocked his fingers, sealing.

At the Zhao Family Ancestral Mansion, he received a ray of white light.

Actually, when Zhao Yi calls him 'ancestor,' it's not entirely a joke.

Li Zhiyuan:

"Junior Li Zhiyuan requests Dragon King Zhao... to suppress the Jiao!"

Charging Jin Xingshan felt his side's view blur, a majestic figure appeared.

Jin Xingshan's heart surged with infinite excitement; Zhao Wuyang was not only the Zhao family's ancestor, but also the Jin family's spiritual totem.

Furthermore, comparatively, the Jin family is a qualified successor of Zhao Wuyang's legacy.

Jin Xingshan, tears streaming down, crossing over the long years, countless generations, the Jin family finally stood beside Zhao Wuyang, fighting alongside the Dragon King.

It's the Black Flood Dragon that was most stimulated; as Zhao Wuyang's phantom appeared, the memories of being slaughtered by this aged Dragon King surfaced.

Zhao Wuyang is this Black Flood Dragon's greatest nightmare.

You could say, at this moment, the consciousness of the Black Flood Dragon's residual spirit had completely collapsed.

Along with this, the platform began to continuously shake and crack.

Cross-legged Li Zhiyuan raised his right hand, clenched his fist.

Zhao Wuyang raised his right hand, clenched his fist.

Li Zhiyuan punched forward.

Zhao Wuyang, punched.

"Boom!"

The Black Flood Dragon started melting, falling to the ground.

Soon, only a handful of black skin remained.

Jin Xingshan bent down to spread open this Jiao Skin; inside was a worm-like creature wriggling, devoid of malice and impurities, scared into curling like a mosquito-coil upon sensing the frail Jin Xingshan.

Li Zhiyuan stood and approached, taking the red worm in his hand.

Jin Xingshan: "Does this mean...?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded and said:

"Thank you.

From today, your Jin family is liberated."

...

Nantong, Shinan Town, Si Yuan Village.

Li Juxiang splashed laundry water outside the yard and saw Old Tian standing at her door again.

These days, Li Juxiang was somewhat used to Old Tian's visits morning, noon, and night.

He didn't knock, wasn't invited in; it seemed he simply came to confirm the family's presence, then left.

Liu Jinxia, aware of this, nonchalantly cursed: Back in the day, an informer like this would be arrested by the police!

However, today Old Tian voluntarily spoke:

"Xiang Hou, Xiang Hou, heh, heh."

A thick Nantong accent.

Li Juxiang smiled, walked over, and asked, "Uncle Tian, anything wrong?"

Old Tian took out a lottery receipt, handed it over, and said:

"I got a luxury trip for three to Lushan."