As the final word fell.
The fortunes of Heaven and Earth shifted abruptly. The Old Dragon King looked up to see countless silken threads appearing to connect throughout the world.
Not just that, a wisp of Karma rose from his own body, its end resting upon Mr. Chen.
“A single recital of the ‘Dragon Scripture’ stirred the fortunes of the entire Dragon Clan…”
Zhao Yuqing couldn’t help feeling astounded.
Just for a mere Black Flood Dragon, to bestow such providence?
“An increase of two whole tenths!”
The Old Dragon King’s heart pounded with shock. Since Sword Mountain sealed the Dragon Clan’s fortunes five hundred years ago, they had stagnated. Yet now, after a few words from Chen Changsheng, they surged by twenty percent.
A Dragon’s Roar shook the heavens.
Moyuan raised his flood dragon’s head, the Dragon’s Might around him swelling uncontrollably.
He hadn’t even begun his Water Crossing, yet already held the divine aura of a True Dragon in seven parts!
At Flowing Cloud Temple in the distance.
Tong Zhihuan stood at the temple gate, gazing toward Autumn Moon Market.
That Dragon’s Roar echoed in his ears.
Tong Zhihuan narrowed his eyes, peering at the flashing lightning and churning river.
Miss Tao’er answered him. “It must be the flood dragon you saw before!”
Tong Zhihuan’s lips parted slightly. Once again, he was overcome with awe.
Tong Zhihuan asked, “…be in danger?”
Miss Tao’er folded her arms. “Mr. Chen will be fine. It’s others who should worry.”
Tong Zhihuan said, “I still don’t quite understand. Just how powerful is Mr. Chen?”
Miss Tao’er looked up at the faint threads of Karma shimmering high in the sky. After a moment, she lowered her gaze. “After this, every True Dragon in this world will likely treat Mr. Chen with utmost respect.”
Tong Zhihuan blinked. “What do you mean?”
Miss Tao’er said, “Mr. Chen…”
“…has done something incredible.”
Tong Zhihuan looked dazed. His eyes fixed on the sky above Autumn Moon Market. Though he didn’t know what was happening, he was certain it must be an amazing spectacle.
He just felt a pang of regret that he couldn’t see it himself.
A single recital of the “Dragon Scripture” stirred fate itself.
The Heavenly Might and Water Luck converged on Moyuan. Following the Dragon’s Roar, Moyuan spoke, “Thank you, honored teacher, for instructing me and bestowing fortune!”
Chen Changsheng stood amidst the wind and rain.
His hands clasped behind his back, his blue robe billowing. “Do you not still face your tribulation?”
Moyyuan’s expression hardened. “As my teacher commands!”
His draconic eyes shifted to the immense Immortal Sword standing before him.
Now filled with immense power, Moyuan faced a reversal of fortune—a glimmer of life where death had seemed certain. The final outcome rested on his own determination.
Zhao Yuqing raised his hand. With a flick of his sleeve, two stones appeared in his palm.
“Stone Guardians of Metal and Stone, obey my command!”
The two stones flew toward the Immortal Sword.
A surge of Golden Light Magical Power infused them.
They transformed into two stone giants, tens of zhang tall, standing firmly in the riverbed.
Seemingly standing firm against any force!
The Stone Giants raised massive stone hammers in their hands.
The giants were entirely formed of interlocking rocks, moving as puppets under Zhao Yuqing’s command.
Chen Changsheng glanced back at Zhao Yuqing standing in the tavern doorway. “Still wish to fight?”
Zhao Yuqing met his gaze. “Merely testing the waters.”
This time, Chen Changsheng did not intervene. He turned his attention back to the river.
Carrying the Dragon’s Might and surging waters, the Black Flood Dragon hurtled towards the two Stone Guardians blocking his path.
The giant hammers aimed for his head.
But before they could strike, the overwhelming torrent slammed into the Stone Guardians.
Yet Zhao Yuqing’s Stone Guardians were no ordinary puppets. One giant thrust its arm through the water curtain, its fist crashing into the Flood Dragon’s body.
The river was too narrow. Moyuan couldn’t dodge in time, taking the blow squarely.
“Who DARES obstruct me!”
Moyuan roared in fury before the curtain of water even settled. He opened his cavernous maw.
And exhaled Dragon Breath.
As the Stone Guardian reformed, the searing blast engulfed it.
The Guardian was flung back, staggering before crumbling onto the muddy riverbed.
The massive hammers melted into lava from the Dragon Breath, disintegrating entirely.
Suspended above the river, the Black Flood Dragon lashed his tail, smashing it down onto the two Stone Guardians.
With a thunderous CRASH, the giants splintered into scattered rubble.
Seeing his guardians shattered, Zhao Yuqing raised two fingers and commanded once more. “RISE!”
The rubble on the riverbed stirred.
The shattered Stone Guardians began to reassemble from the debris, reforming, blocking the Black Flood Dragon’s path once more.
Moyuan frowned slightly at the sight.
His draconic gaze, filled with terrifying Might, locked onto Zhao Yuqing at the tavern entrance.
Zhao Yuqing also looked at him, his eyes cold and indifferent, like he was inspecting an ant.
So what about a True Dragon?
He could still slash it!
But he disdained to do such a thing; his whole mind was just on battling Chen Changsheng. Googlᴇ search 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Zhao Yuqing couldn’t help being annoyed and said to Chen Changsheng, “Chen Changsheng, why are you still not attacking!?”
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, “Three parts of Dragon’s Might are enough.”
The moment those words were spoken.
The Black Flood Dragon was seen rushing through the barrier again.
At this moment, the power of mountains and rivers gathered upon its body.
With a roaring sound, thunder clapped, lighting up the semi-dragon body as black as ink. On its scales, a faint Golden Light glimmered, and a pair of small bumps suddenly swelled on the Flood Dragon’s head.
This was a sign of Dragon Ascension!
The last Dragon’s Roar echoed loudly.
Under the rainy night!
As it listened to the wind, wind came! As it called for rain, rain fell! As it summoned thunder, thunder roared!
Luck lay upon its body!
Momentum shone upon its head!
That figure charged through the barrier under the flash of thunder.
In that fleeting moment, under that Dragon’s Roar, the sounds of wind and rain became dull.
The golden-armored warriors shattered into powder; Daoist Arts vanished, never to come back.
Zhao Yuqing’s arm trembled as he gazed towards the river.
He saw that the Flood Dragon had already reached before the Immortal Sword.
Zhao Yuqing shouted loudly; the sword rang without stopping, and Sword Qi stretched like a rainbow.
Under that Sword Qi, the Black Flood Dragon let out a fierce roar and strained to break through.
“I desire to become a dragon!”
Golden Light shone in the eyes of the Black Flood Dragon; at this moment, the obsession in its heart peaked.
Heaven’s Momentum, Dragon’s Momentum, Water’s Momentum, and Luck Momentum all gathered on its body.
The Sword Qi had been released, only cutting off three strands of its beard.
It was just an instant.
Wind stopped and rain ceased!
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The Immortal Sword snapped into two pieces and fell into the river, and that stone bridge had long since vanished.
The Black Flood Dragon turned its head and looked back behind.
In its eyes was only the sir standing by the riverbank.
With three parts Dragon’s Might, he slashed the Immortal Sword; with a single word, that sir decided the outcome!
At the side of the riverbank.
The Blue Robe swayed in the wind.