A master of comedy!

Roar! !

The raging waves roared, and the dragon's roar echoed through the mountains.

The giant crocodile, transformed from the red thread, had just torn off a piece of flesh and blood, and before it could even rejoice, it was struck by the dragon's tail.

This creature was as fast as lightning, fierce and domineering. Its sharp scales stood up like steel knives, and under its terrifying power, it made an explosive sound, blasting a column of water out of the flood.

The red thread was pulled dozens of feet away, and even the Seventy-Two Transformations could no longer be maintained. It directly revealed its true form, and cracks appeared on its stone body.

She fell to the ground like a shooting star, feeling dizzy and unable to come to her senses for a long time.

It's only because her physical body is tough enough. If it were someone else with the same cultivation level, they would have been torn to pieces or even turned into minced meat after being hit by a dragon's tail.

Under the intense pain, the dragon's ferocity was fully unleashed, as if it had entered a berserk state. It no longer bit at Zhou Sheng, but instead endured the tearing pain and swam in the opposite direction.

The immense force made it impossible for Zhou Sheng to maintain his balance, and he was pulled forward, crashing into many giant trees and houses along the way.

Even though Zhou Sheng had cultivated into a "copper-armored corpse," he still felt a wave of bone soreness and muscle numbness at this moment.

In terms of strength, he is still somewhat inferior to the dragon; perhaps only those who have cultivated to the level of "Silver Armor Corpse" can compare.

Just then, the dragon that had been pulling Zhou Sheng forward suddenly swung its tail and turned around, its dragon horns on its forehead radiating brilliant light as it charged towards Zhou Sheng.

This was a long-planned attack.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng, propelled by immense inertia, crashed into the dragon's horn like a cannonball. He had no time to stop and tried to use his water escape technique to dodge, but found that his water elemental power was disordered and he was unable to use his divine abilities for the time being.

The opponent truly lived up to his reputation as a legendary dragon; while he might not surpass the Chiwen in water control, he was certainly evenly matched with it.

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed.

Zhou Sheng's eyes blazed with fury. Instead of panicking, he revealed a fierce look. He pointed his sword and the long-awaited pure Yang sword light burst forth from his body.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

boom!!

Zhou Sheng's heart slammed into the cold, hard dragon horn, and his impenetrable heavenly robe was instantly torn apart, cracks appearing on his bronze skin.

He flew backward like a meteor, smashing through countless stone walls and carving a long trench in the water.

However, the dragon also fared poorly. Its lantern-like left eye was shattered and mangled by the pure yang sword light, leaving it blind in one eye.

But it was truly ferocious. Even with one eye blinded, it still actively chased after Zhou Sheng in the direction he had fallen, and its dragon horns once again emitted dazzling light.

I will not rest until I have pierced that despicable person!

Zhou Sheng had just crawled out of the mud, coughing up blood. He felt his internal organs shift slightly, and before he could even catch his breath, he saw the dragon charging towards him.

If it were to be struck this time, even the "copper-armored corpse" would likely be pierced through, as the hardness and sharpness of the dragon horns were truly astonishing.

At the critical moment, Zhou Sheng actually closed his eyes.

The next moment, a huge image of Guan Yu appeared behind him, wearing a Confucius helmet, a green python robe, holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, with a long beard flowing and an arrogant aura soaring to the sky.

As Zhou Sheng opened his eyes again, Guan Gong's phoenix eyes also shone with a chilling light, opening and closing like lightning, just like a line of blade light.

Beneath the flood, the roar of dragons rose again, but this time it was not the sound of a dragon, but the sound of swords.

The Azure Dragon Roars at the Moon, the Blade's Light is Like a Rainbow!
The surging floodwaters seemed to have been suddenly cut in half, like a golden ribbon cut in two, which was difficult to reassemble for a long time.

To cut water with a knife.

Guan Gong's Dharma Image was Yu Zhensheng's unique skill, extremely powerful, combining protection and killing. Once unleashed, it was as if the Emperor had descended to earth, slaying all demons and monsters.

Coupled with Zhou Sheng's rapidly improving cultivation, this strike truly possessed the grandeur of Guan Yu, the God of War, directly cleaving the entire great river in two. Roar!!

The dragon cried out in anguish, and a deep, bone-revealing knife wound appeared on its hard head, stretching from its head to its waist and abdomen, a length of twenty or thirty feet.

However, this one strike also consumed sixty percent of Zhou Sheng's magical power.

He dared not delay, and used water escape technique to reach the chains, forcibly grabbing them again and pulling hard.

As the blood continued to flow, the wounded dragon's strength greatly diminished, and he was actually pulled ashore little by little.

This scene was incredibly moving. People, as small as ants, walked out of the floodwaters step by step, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Behind it, an injured dragon was being slowly dragged out. Despite its desperate struggles and roars, it could only watch helplessly as it drifted further and further away from the water.

As its massive body slowly emerged from the water and was clearly exposed to the air, the stark contrast made the scene all the more breathtaking.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng was like a legendary dragon hunter, using his flesh and blood to hunt mythical beasts.

Even Jinse, who was the most indifferent to worldly affairs, stared blankly at that figure, feeling a primal power and beauty emanating from that body that shimmered with a bronze luster.

"The troupe leader... is so strong!"

"Did the troupe leader really... drag it up?"

"He truly lives up to his reputation as my boss!"

A moment later, with a mournful cry, the dragon was finally dragged ashore, its body covered in wounds, its white scales stained red with blood.

Once removed from the water, its divine power diminished drastically, leaving it barely alive, and the speed at which its wounds healed visibly slowed down.

Zhou Sheng loosened the chains and walked step by step toward the dragon's head. He stretched out his hand, and a clear, glass-like ring knife slowly appeared, with a Sanskrit star map composed of 360 diamond dust particles shimmering in the light.

As magic power was infused into it, the blade was immediately enveloped in a layer of crimson light.

The Zen-like insight vanished instantly, replaced by a murderous intent that surged like a waterfall.

This is the knife that breaks the precepts.

Seemingly sensing the threat, the dragon launched a final counterattack driven by its survival instinct. Lightning blazed brightly on its horns, drawing in the thunderous energy from within a hundred miles.

Boom!!
Bolts of lightning rained down, turning White Snake Village into a thunderous swamp. Zhou Sheng walked through this devastating lightning domain, wielding his Broken Precept Blade, whose crimson blade light actually severed the lightning bolts.

Even though he missed a few lightning strikes, he was still able to withstand them with his powerful physique.

Finally, he placed one foot on the dragon's head, gripped the knife in his other hand, and, looking at its single remaining eye, was about to plunge it in to end the dragon's life.

Suddenly, a glittering light flashed, and Zhou Sheng was slightly taken aback.

Those were... tears?
This dragon is actually crying?

Zhou Sheng remained silent for a few breaths, his eyes lowered, and then slowly stabbed the Broken Monk Blade into the dragon's head. After feeling the resistance from the hard dragon bone, he placed his other hand on the hilt of the blade.

Until the entire blade was submerged in the dragon's head, the scalding dragon blood splashed onto his skin, making it feel burning hot.

Amidst the mournful cries, Zhou Sheng's voice revealed a rare hint of tenderness.

"Don't worry, my knife is very fast."

The tearful eye slowly closed, as if revealing a touch of human gratitude.

...(End of this chapter)