Chapter 474 - 470: One Sword to Slay the Dragon, Hidden Dragon List

Chapter 474: Chapter 470: One Sword to Slay the Dragon, Hidden Dragon List

One after another, the Dragon Scales cracked, and crimson blood seeped out from underneath.

Meng Zihao was stunned, unable to believe his eyes.

After absorbing the drop of Flood Dragon Blood, his physical body had become strong enough to briefly rival a true Flood Dragon. His Dragon Scales were so tough that it would be difficult to injure him even if he just stood there and let someone attack him.

But now, he couldn’t withstand the power of Ning Jiang’s fist.

The Power in Ning Jiang’s punch was simply irresistible.

’Is this his full strength?’

The crowd of Martial Artists was equally dumbfounded. No one could believe that Ning Jiang had previously been using only seventy percent of his strength.

’Now that he has unleashed his full strength, who can possibly be his match?’

"I won’t accept this."

Meng Zihao roared, a furious bellow erupting from his throat. He fully activated the Flood Dragon Blood in his body, and a rumbling Dragon’s Roar resounded.

Under the power of this bloodline, the cracked Dragon Scales were restored to their original state.

This single drop of Flood Dragon Blood contained a vast amount of Energy. Until that Energy was completely depleted, Meng Zihao could recover from his injuries.

"Kill."

Meng Zihao stomped his foot hard, his body shooting toward Ning Jiang like a cannonball. Covered from head to toe in Dragon Scales, his physique was powerful enough to shatter ten great mountains in an instant.

However, Ning Jiang stood there, motionless. He simply threw a single punch.

With his Nine Tribulations Celestial Thunder Body at the Perfection stage, he could slay an Earth Martial Realm expert with a mere wave of his hand. Coupled with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Skill he cultivated, the surging Power within Ning Jiang was far beyond what Meng Zihao could ever imagine.

Meng Zihao had arrived quickly, but he was sent flying even faster.

BOOM.

Ning Jiang’s fist struck him square in the chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood as his chest caved in violently. He was flung backward, his feet carving deep trenches in the ground as he was thrown hundreds of feet!

At that moment, the entire arena fell deathly silent.

Everyone could see that Meng Zihao was no match for Ning Jiang at all.

Even with the Flood Dragon Blood, he could not stand against this youth who was like a Divine Demon.

His power surpassed everyone’s imagination.

"AHH! Ning Jiang, I refuse to believe I can’t kill you! Flood Dragon Blood, erupt!"

Meng Zihao let out a great roar to the heavens.

BOOM!

A tyrannical aura erupted from his body, soaring into the sky. A massive phantom slowly materialized behind Meng Zihao. It was draconic and serpentine, with two horns on its head and a body covered in scales from top to bottom.

Its form was incomparably vast, hundreds of feet long. Each scale was the size of a wagon wheel, and its eyes radiated an immense, imposing authority.

"A Flood Dragon!"

Seeing this phantom, everyone’s heart trembled. Even the Heaven-Reaching Realm experts were astonished.

While Flood Dragons weren’t as precious and rare as the true Dragon Race, they were still exceptionally uncommon. Most Heaven-Reaching Realm experts had never seen what a real Flood Dragon looked like.

For many present, this was a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

As for Meng Zihao, who had summoned this Flood Dragon phantom, his face was already deathly pale. Not a shred of Power remained in his body, and blood was even streaming from his Seven Apertures.

He had unleashed the full Power of the drop of Flood Dragon Blood, holding nothing back. However, this kind of outburst had a clear drawback: it allowed for only a single attack, after which the Power would dissipate into thin air.

But for Meng Zihao, there was no other option.

Ning Jiang was too powerful—so powerful that he could see no path to victory. Thus, he could only bet everything on one final, desperate gambit: his single strongest attack.

"Ning Jiang, prepare to die."

A cold smile touched Meng Zihao’s lips. With a mental command, he sent it forth. "Go."

ROAR!

A Dragon’s Roar echoed through the Nine Heavens, shattering the clouds for miles in every direction. The hundreds-of-feet-long Flood Dragon phantom flickered and lunged toward Ning Jiang.

WHOOSH.

A suffocating gale slammed into the onlookers first.

"Brother Ning, be careful!"

Chu Xiu’Er’s face was pale, terrified by its power.

’Ning Jiang is in danger this time.’

Many of the Martial Artists began to worry, watching the scene with rapt attention.

Yet Ning Jiang’s expression remained impassive, his eyes as cold as the eternal Qingtian, looking down on everything with indifference.

SHIIING—

The ring of a sword echoed through the Nine Heavens as a blazing ray of lightning appeared in Ning Jiang’s hand.

Everyone looked on in astonishment. It was a Treasure Sword that seemed forged from a Thunderbolt, its entire body interwoven with brilliant, dazzling arcs of electricity.

The Thunder Punishment Sword, making its first appearance in the Meteor Sea Region!

"Even if a true Flood Dragon were here, I could slay it all the same. What does a mere drop of its blood amount to?"

As he spoke, Ning Jiang took a step forward, ascending into the air.

He raised the Thunder Punishment Sword high and slowly slashed down.

"Third form of the Divine Sword Technique: Sword Suppressing Sun and Moon."

An indescribable sword light erupted from the Thunder Punishment Sword. Before this strike, even the sun and moon seemed to lose their luster. In the eyes of every spectator, nothing else existed—there was only this one sword strike!

’So, he’s a Sword Cultivator, too?’

Chu Qingqing murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes wide and unblinking. To be able to witness such a powerful sword strike made her feel as if she could die without any regrets.

And at that moment, she no longer had any doubt about Ning Jiang’s claim of being able to shatter a Sword King Body. Someone who could unleash such an earth-shattering strike would never be a liar.

The sword, as clear as autumn waters and as thin as a cicada’s wing, swept past the Flood Dragon’s body.

It was as if space itself had frozen. The Flood Dragon hung there, completely still.

But a moment later, before the shocked eyes of the crowd, the Flood Dragon’s entire body slowly split in two.

HSSSS...

A collective gasp echoed through the arena.

Meng Zihao’s all-out attack had been shattered by a single sword strike from Ning Jiang.

And from start to finish, Ning Jiang hadn’t suffered a single injury. He had only needed a single sword strike!

Slaying a dragon with a single strike!

"How can this be?"

Meng Zihao’s voice trembled as he collapsed to the ground. When he looked at Ning Jiang, there was even a hint of fear in his eyes.

Ning Jiang’s sword strike had also shattered his confidence. In the past, he was the foremost prodigy of the Meteor Sea Region, number one of the younger generation, and utterly invincible. But now, he had suffered a crushing defeat.

’I never would have expected this. A dark horse suddenly emerged at this year’s Meteor Festival, suppressing all the other prodigies and taking first place with a single, dragon-slaying strike.’

’After today, his name will be known throughout the entire Meteor Sea Region.’

’I think with his level of strength, he’s qualified to compete with the Top Level geniuses on the East Sea Hidden Dragon List, right?’

Everyone was amazed. The outcome of today’s battle had exceeded all expectations.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ning."

Meng Tianyu had already walked forward to congratulate Ning Jiang.

’What a useless fool. He used the Flood Dragon Blood the Lord gave him and still lost. Although this man’s appearance is somewhat unexpected, the Lord’s plan has been in preparation for a long time. No one can stop it!’

A figure in the crowd watched from the shadows.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, the figure vanished without a trace.