A master of comedy!

Zhou Sheng did not soften in the face of the dragon's tears.

He knew that many of the dragon's actions were not actually of its own volition, but rather influenced by some kind of force.

But he had no choice but to kill.

"Boss, you really killed the dragon!"

"The troupe leader is getting more and more formidable!"

"Haha, the troupe leader's recent incident could be written into a play..."

The rest of the Zhou family team were amazed.

They did try to help; they assisted the troupe leader in his battle with the dragon. However, their magical power was like a speck of dust to the dragon.

Let alone breaking through its defenses, the dragon itself might not even feel the attack.

It was precisely because of this that they clearly realized how terrifying this dragon was, and that Zhou Sheng, the troupe leader who almost single-handedly killed it, was simply like a legendary deity.

"It's not that I'm powerful, but that this dragon was injured before, and most importantly... it was also seeking death."

Faced with everyone's praise, Zhou Sheng lowered his eyes and said something that left everyone puzzled.

Then, Zhou Sheng said something even more puzzling.

"Everyone, listen up! Run!"

run?
The dragon is dead, why run away?
Although they couldn't understand it, they immediately obeyed Zhou Sheng's orders and used their magic to escape.

The next moment, streams of demonic energy rose from the dragon's body, condensing in the air into a terrifying, ferocious beast.

It has the body of a sheep, the face of a human, the teeth of a tiger, and the claws of a human. Its eyes are under its armpits, and it exudes a strong aura of menace.

The moment this ferocious beast appeared, the dark clouds that had been dissipating with the fall of the dragon gathered again, and even more dramatically than before.

An extremely malevolent demonic aura soared into the sky, covering the surrounding area like a dome.

The Yazi and Chiwen within Zhou Sheng's body seemed to have been stimulated in some way, immediately becoming restless and even somewhat angry.

"Finally out... Taotie."

He slowly raised his eyes, revealing his dragon-like features, and stared intently at the monster in the sky.

Taotie is one of the four ancient evil spirits.

However, it is not the main body, but rather something like the Nine Dragon Veins, even vaguely exuding a sense of shared origin.

But Zhou Sheng was certain that the other party was definitely not one of the Nine Sons.

The nine sons are Qiuniu, Yazi, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Bian, Fuxi, and Chiwen.

Taotie is one of the four ancient fierce beasts, known for its greed and love of food. It can devour everything. Although some say that it was included as one of the nine sons, replacing Suanni, this is not the mainstream view.

Zhou Sheng, who had actually seen and used the Suanni's supernatural powers, could confirm that it was indeed one of the Nine Sons.

Strangely, this gluttonous beast formed from demonic energy also gave him the aura of one of the Nine Sons, only it was too obsessive and evil.

Taotie's eyes were also fixed on Zhou Sheng, as if they could see through his body and see the two strands of Nine Dragon Qi.

A crimson blade of light swept across the sky and earth, instantly cleaving the Taotie in two.

But instead of being injured, it transformed back into wisps of demonic energy and entered the dragon's corpse.

The next moment, the dead dragon opened its eyes again, its pupils filled with demonic flames, like a black sun.

Roar!
The dragon roared again, and under Zhou Sheng's gaze, it actually soared into the sky and rushed into the rolling thunderclouds, taking a deep breath.

It swallowed the thunderclouds that filled the sky, causing thunder to rumble continuously within its belly, and even radiating lightning from the inside out.

And the deep, bone-revealing wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Demonic energy surged, and lightning and fire swirled around it.

At this moment, it is no longer a water dragon, but rather a peerless demonic dragon that has survived a tribulation of lightning!

Zhou Sheng's pupils narrowed. He sheathed his Broken Precept Blade, leaped forward, and grabbed the iron chain flying through the air. It was the chain of the Sky-Supporting Trident, still deeply embedded in the dragon's body. *Buzz!*
As he continued to exert his strength, the demonic dragon in the sky all descended, but it seemed to feel no pain. Instead, it continued to soar into the air, carrying Zhou Sheng upwards.

"Boss, I'm here to help you!"

The red thread propelled the prayer beads toward the demonic dragon, but only managed to futilely send up sparks.

Despite her injuries, Jinse played "Soul-Capturing Melody," but this time, not only did it fail to affect the dragon, it also made the dragon even more ferocious, and a dragon's roar shattered her strings.

Xiao Wu threw out the cassock, the patchwork robe billowing in the wind, attempting to bind the demonic dragon, but it was struck by heavenly lightning and charred black.

As for Yunniang's lotus lantern, although the flames it emitted were extremely hot, they were swallowed whole by the demon dragon.

The members of Zhou's troupe did not actually flee; upon seeing Zhou Sheng in danger, they immediately came to his aid.

Unfortunately, all of this seemed futile in the face of such a vast gap in strength.

"Tour leader, let go!"

"Boss, let go!"

Zhou Sheng heard the shouts from the crowd below, but instead of letting go, he gripped even tighter.

Because he knew that he absolutely could not let this demonic dragon fly away, otherwise it would devour countless people along the riverbanks to fill their bottomless, hungry bellies.

Now is the only chance to slay the dragon; letting it return to the mountains will surely bring endless trouble!

"Monks of Yaofo Temple, when are you going to stop?!"

Suddenly, Zhou Sheng in the air let out a loud shout that shook the heavens.

The next moment, figures came flowing into the river. They were broken Buddha statues, their huge bodies wielding chains and throwing them forcefully into the air.

Dozens of iron chains flew up and bound the demonic dragon.

"Get down!!"

The Buddha statues roared and exerted all their strength, not caring even if the Buddha statues they inhabited crumbled, their gazes as firm as iron.

As one Buddha statue after another exploded, and the souls of monks dissipated due to the exhaustion of their magical power, the once invincible demonic dragon finally fell from the sky.

With a deafening roar, the earth shook violently!

The dragon crashed to the ground, its eyes gleaming with ferocity. It opened its mouth and inhaled sharply, its mouth like a black hole that devoured everything, so much so that even light seemed unable to escape.

The Buddha statues were unable to maintain their balance, and the attached souls were forcibly taken away. Then, with a crack, they fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Amitabha!"

At the critical moment, the compassionate abbot's voice rang out, and immense Buddhist power condensed into a giant Buddha's palm, which slammed heavily onto the demonic dragon, interrupting its devouring.

Boom!

A giant handprint appeared on the ground.

"So this beast harbored a demonic soul within its body. No wonder it was able to revive even though we killed it back then!"

A senior monk of the Ci generation stepped forward, staring at the demonic dragon with murderous intent in his eyes.

“Amitabha, we have kept Benefactor Zhou waiting. We have indeed hesitated for a long time in the face of the call of the Eastern Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli.”

"But thankfully, we all came."

Of the hundreds of monks' souls, not one chose to flee. Instead, after bowing to the Medicine Buddha and expressing their gratitude, they went to the battlefield with the determination to die.

"Haha, I just feel that if I leave like this, I'll feel incredibly ashamed even if I see the Medicine Buddha!"

"If we just leave like this, how can we face the audience who put on that show for us, Benefactor Zhou?"

"Haha, fellow senior brothers, if you're not leaving, then I'll be going first."

The statue of Weituo said it was about to leave, but instead it picked up the Vajra Pestle and charged at the dragon, its angry eyes blazing and its voice like thunder.

"In this life, I will not become a Buddha!" ​​(End of Chapter)