Chapter 224 - 124: Dragon Maiden, Manifested Saint! Fist and Foot, Weapons, Archery, and Daoist Skills—None in the Prefecture’s Halls Can Match Me

Chapter 224: Chapter 124: Dragon Maiden, Manifested Saint! Fist and Foot, Weapons, Archery, and Daoist Skills—None in the Prefecture’s Halls Can Match Me

The maiden’s cold rebuke, seemingly imbued with Celestial Might, sent the Wild Flood Dragon into a momentary daze. Its colossal body, dozens of zhang tall...

...went completely rigid.

It then saw Duan Chenzhou slash down with his saber. Surprisingly, it didn’t dodge or evade. It allowed the churning waves to billow dozens of zhang high as it met the Crescent Saber’s gleaming edge, which split the river as it descended, and took the full force of the blow!

SLICE! RIIIP!!

Blood from the Flood Dragon mixed with shattered scales as the slash tore a massive gash across its belly.

The Wild Flood Dragon’s vertical pupils bulged. Writhing in agony at the pier’s edge, it churned the river into a frenzy. The massive waves it created battered the wooden boardwalk like a torrential downpour on banana leaves, the water slamming against the planks with a series of loud THUDS, nearly causing the structure to collapse.

CRACK!

The Flood Dragon, Cangming Monarch, cried out in pain as its vertical pupils flashed red.

It gazed at the great river stained red with its blood, then turned its eyes to the figure in purple silk, wielding the Crescent Saber.

Duan Chenzhou was charging forward against the raging wind and terrifying waves, his steps kicking up sprays of mist. He advanced along the rumbling boardwalk, hair flying wildly, the very picture of fearlessness...

As the Wild Flood Dragon named Cangming Monarch looked at his saber, a flicker of fear actually appeared in its eyes!

’This Human Race Qi Cultivation Grandmaster, judging by the scale of his manifested Qi Sea and his Martial Stance, clearly isn’t one of those Daoist School Masters or Great Lineage Masters who have spent decades tempering their power.’

’But...’

’His saber can easily slice through my tough Flood Dragon Scale Armor!’

’I must be as tough as a Human Race Martial Artist at the Third Refinement! After all, any adult Flood Dragon that has become a Newborn Great Demon possesses incredibly durable scales.’

’Even a Secret Martial Dao that excels at offense and is imbued with several layers of essential Traits shouldn’t be able to cut through it so easily!’

’So this is him... The mortal enemy of the Fishery Chen Family of Jiangyin Prefecture. The one who nearly destroyed their Hundred Years of enterprise, forcing them to pay the price of an Earth Treasure just to make a move against him...’

’...The one they had to unite with three other major powers—the Wood Element, the Purple Mist Daoist School, and the Water and Fire Daoist School—just to eliminate? This is the mortal enemy they brought their own disciples to watch die?!’

After taking the full force of that slash, the bleeding Cangming Monarch remained silent. Despite its grievous wound, it still did not retaliate.

Instead, it looked past the man, its vertical pupils scanning the area cautiously as if searching for something.

Soon enough,

Cangming Monarch’s gaze went past Duan Chenzhou, settling on the group of people who had arrived at Anning Pier.

Among them,

was a girl attended by a round-faced Clam Spirit Maiden in a green skirt from the Water Monarch’s Mansion.

This girl wore a white dress, her face hidden by a light veil, and her figure concealed beneath a cloak. At first glance, nothing about her seemed unusual.

But how could anything escape the sharp gaze of Cangming Monarch’s draconic eyes?

In a single glance, it saw the fine, silvery scales at the corners of her eyes, glittering like a sprinkle of stardust. It also saw her exposed neck, as pure and flawless as a moonstone steeped in a Cold Pool.

It even noticed the silver ribbon tying her hair, a ribbon made from the aquatic tribute known as Ten Thousand Colors Dragon Gauze, which allowed just the barest tips of her hair to show...

The dragon was instantly horrified.

’A Clam Maiden for an attendant? A tribute item for a mere hair ribbon?’

Paired with the thunderous rebuke that had just echoed in its mind...

After a moment of silence, Cangming Monarch processed the terrifying mental command. Faced with Duan Chenzhou’s relentless advance, not only did it refuse to fight back, but it began to retreat frantically, desperate to flee Anning Pier at once.

This sudden move,

left Chen Chuhe of the Fishery Chen Family, Xuu Mao of the Wood Element Xuu Family, Ren Canghai of the Purple Mist Daoist School, and Yun Guanlan of the Water and Fire Daoist School watching from the side...

They had been casually commenting on the unfolding events in Anning County with the disciples they had brought along, all of whom stood proudly on their respective ships. It had seemed as though the situation would be resolved without them even needing to lift a finger.

But now, watching the Flood Dragon Monarch’s actions...

...every single one of them was stunned.

"Wait, Cangming Monarch, what are you...?"

’What is this Flood Dragon doing?’

Duan Chenzhou had a full moon manifesting above his head as he wielded his curved saber.

He looked like the legendary Sword Saint who descended from the Sword Dao Ancestral Court all those years ago. His Martial Stance was overwhelming, his body pulsed with peerless power, and he was actually chasing a Flood Dragon down the boardwalk, ready to cut it down...

The casual, confident smiles on their faces vanished instantly.

’Did you swallow an entire Earth Treasure just to come to Anning and put on a play for us?’

’You’ve got to be kidding me!’

’A Flood Dragon... being chased and hacked at by Duan Martialist, by Duan Chenzhou, a man who lost an arm and only recently became a Grandmaster??’

The four Grandmasters from the two Grand Lineages and two Daoist Schools, who had come to "collect a debt," wore looks of utter disbelief.

The disciples of the four great powers at their sides were just as stunned.

The Fishing Trade excelled in Fist and Foot techniques, while the Wood Element cultivated a hereditary Dao Skill.

The Purple Mist Daoist School specialized in the sword, while the Water and Fire Daoist School, an offshoot of the Craftsmanship School’s Water and Fire Lodge, excelled in Arrow Skill.

Fist and Foot, Dao Skill, Sword Weapon, and Arrow Skill!

The disciples from these four powers were all from the Direct Lineage, having received their respective True Inheritances and Secret Manuals. They were a cut above those from lesser branches, like Huang Chan.

While they weren’t on the level of the Chief disciples of the academies or the top prodigies of the prefecture who were preparing for the Prefecture Official examinations...

...they were still promising candidates poised to enter the Mansion Courtyard. With a few more years of training, it was entirely possible for them to achieve Merit and Fame and become Grandmasters themselves.

On the prows of these four ships, standing beside their Grandmaster elders, were talented youths of seventeen or eighteen years of age.

At such a young age, they had already achieved Second Refining Perfection and perfection in Two Daoist Art Realms. Some of the more exceptional among them had even begun Skin Refining.

This time, they had accompanied their elders and masters to witness how the enemy who had once thrown their families into utter chaos would finally be brought to his knees.