An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

"Arrogant!"

A sharp, angry shout pierced the frozen silence.

Zhao Zhijing squeezed out of the crowd. His face, twisted with jealousy and resentment, looked particularly ridiculous against the backdrop of Lin Ye's calm smile.

He pointed at Lin Ye, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "My fellow disciples, senior masters, and even Hero Guo! You've all seen it! This fiend has fallen into demonic possession! He has no respect for his elders, betrayed our sect, and now he's spouting nonsense—he deserves to die!"

His gaze swept over his comrades, who were intimidated by Lin Ye's aura and whose faces were full of surprise and uncertainty, and a morbid pleasure welled up in his heart.

What are you afraid of?

No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than the hundreds of martial arts masters here?

Is it stronger than Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?

He's just bluffing!

Yes, that must be it!

How could this piece of trash, this bastard who has wailed at his feet countless times, possibly soar to the sky?

They must have used some kind of evil trick to achieve that fleeting moment of power!

As long as you stand up and expose his true colors, and puncture his boasting, he will be exposed for what he really is!

At that time, I will be the number one hero who exposes the demon and saves the reputation of Quanzhen!

Thinking this, Zhao Zhijing straightened his back even more, and his voice became even louder: "Lin Ye! You traitor who betrays his master and ancestors! Do you think you can scare us away with your feigned mystery? With Master Guo and all the seniors here today, you have nowhere to escape! Quickly surrender and return to the mountain to confess your crimes!"

He spoke with spittle flying, every word filled with vicious curses.

He had already seen Lin Ye fall to the ground in a sorry state under the siege of the crowd, while he himself walked forward triumphantly, trampling this former "trash" under his feet and enjoying the sweetness of victory.

However, the expected outburst of anger did not occur.

Lin Ye's gaze didn't linger on him for even a second.

That was utter, visceral disregard.

Zhao Zhijing was nothing more than a fly buzzing at the feet of a giant, not even worthy of being shooed away by him.

This disregard caused Zhao Zhijing more excruciating pain than any humiliation.

"Where...where are you looking!"

He roared in exasperation, "I'm talking to you! You..."

His shouting came to an abrupt halt.

Because of Lin Ye, she finally looked at him.

That gaze was calm and undisturbed, yet it instantly plunged Zhao Zhijing into an ice cave, freezing the blood in his body.

Then, he saw Lin Ye move.

There was no earth-shattering opening move, no foreshadowing of a dramatic change in the situation.

Lin Ye simply and casually extended his right hand in his direction, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The action is as simple as picking a ripe fruit hanging on a branch in your own yard.

"Noisy."

Two words were uttered lightly from Lin Ye's mouth.

next moment!

"hold head high--!!!"

A dragon's roar from the primordial era exploded in everyone's ears without warning!

That wasn't a whooshing sound produced by internal force rubbing against the air, nor was it a sound imitated by ventriloquism.

That was a true dragon's roar, imbued with supreme majesty and the rhythm of life!

Wherever the sound waves passed, everyone felt as if their souls were being gripped and squeezed by an invisible hand!

Those with weaker skills immediately felt dizzy and their ears rang, collapsing to the ground.

Even top masters like Qiu Chuji and Guo Jing felt a surge of blood and qi, and their minds were shaken!

What is this?!

What kind of kung fu is this?!

This single thought remained in everyone's mind.

As the target, Zhao Zhijing suffered a hundred or a thousand times more than others!

The instant the dragon's roar rang out, he felt as if his three souls and seven spirits were almost roared out of his body!

The whole world seemed to be spinning and collapsing violently before his eyes.

His pride in his inner strength and his years of hard-earned Quanzhen swordsmanship became a joke at this moment.

He couldn't even move a single finger.

Then, he felt an irresistible, terrifying suction force coming from Lin Ye's palm, locking him firmly in place!

"No...no!!"

Zhao Zhijing let out the most piercing and desperate scream of his life.

He desperately tried to steady himself, to circulate his internal energy to resist, and to ask his uncles and senior brothers for help.

But it was all in vain.

His body was completely out of control; his feet left the ground, and he was like a broken scarecrow, being pulled by that invisible force and flying uncontrollably!

"Aaaaaah—Help me! Uncle-Master! Help me!"

He waved his arms in terror, passing through faces that were also filled with shock and disbelief.

He saw Qiu Chuji's wide-open eyes.

I saw Master Ma Yu's slightly open mouth, big enough to fit an egg.

I saw the expressions on the faces of all the Quanzhen Sect elders, as if they had seen a ghost.

They were right beside him, very close.

But no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that I can't!

That force was too fast, too strange, and too domineering!

Before anyone could react, it had already happened!

This distance of several dozen feet felt longer than a lifetime to Zhao Zhijing.

He watched helplessly as Lin Ye's indifferent face grew larger and larger before his eyes...

Finally, there was a soft "snap".

His neck was gently gripped by a warm yet strong hand.

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The wind stopped.

The birds have stopped chirping.

Everyone's breath stopped at that moment.

What did they see?

miracle?

Or is it magic?

Lin Ye, the traitorous junior in their eyes, the stray dog ​​they were hunting down with nowhere to run.

At that moment, he stood there quietly, one hand raised, holding a living person in his palm.

And the one he captured was none other than himself.

It was Zhao Zhijing, who had just been swaggering and shouting the loudest!

Zhao Zhijing's body hung in mid-air, his legs kicking weakly, his hands gripping Lin Ye's wrists tightly, and he made "ha...ha..." sounds in his throat.

The mournful cry of a trapped beast.

His face turned a deep liver color, and his eyes bulged out, bloodshot, from lack of oxygen and fear.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to curse, to do anything.

But he couldn't do anything.

The hand gripping his neck, though seemingly without much force, was like an inescapable iron clamp, not only locking his breathing but also sealing off all the internal energy in his meridians.

At this moment, he was a lamb to the slaughter.

The butcher who slaughtered him was the very "worthless" man he had once bullied and treated like a pig or a dog.

How ironic!

How absurd!

The impact of this scene on everyone was even a thousand times stronger than the earth-shattering "The Dragon Regrets"!

If that palm strike just now demonstrated the ultimate "force," it was an overwhelming act of destruction.

So what this move shows is an unbelievable "skill", a divine control!

Despite being dozens of feet away and surrounded by hundreds of experts, he disregarded all defenses and precisely pulled a specific person out of the crowd, capturing him in the palm of his hand!

This is completely beyond their understanding of martial arts!

"Capture...Capture the Dragon Technique..."