Chapter 771: Chapter 771: Dragon Slaying Day!
Facing Shirley’s gun point and her sharp gaze, Huang Xiaolong just chuckled humorously, “Truly, a rose with thorns.”
anwhile, Ji Zhengyu, Lin Zicong, Ma Chuxia, and Old Master Jin and others roared furiously, “Drop the gun!”
At this roar, the sounds of triggers being pulled followed one after another. The camouflaged soldiers brought by Shirley efficiently placed down their ammunition boxes, aiming their guns at Huang Xiaolong simultaneously.
A tense atmosphere suddenly enveloped Chu Family Village.
Old Master Chu and Chu Hao, among others, went weak at the knees and went pale. They had never witnessed such a grand spectacle in their lives!
“Before you guys shoot, I guarantee, you won’t have a place to be buried.” Xia Ying said coldly, her True Qi already out of control, poised to deliver a rage-filled strike, shattering this half-breed woman who was threatening her man.
“Aw, I was just kidding.” Shirley quickly put her gun away, then with a wave of her hand, ordered her camouflaged soldiers to stand down and continue with their work.
“Honored sir, I will defeat it without needing your help. You better worry about your wellbeing.” Shirley’s eyes flashed with unparalleled confidence and a desire to fight. Twisting her slender waist, she headed towards the end of the village.
“Master, this mixed woman is so disrespectful!” Ji Zhengyu was grinding his teeth.
Huang Xiaolong shrugged, unconcerned. “She’ll wet her pants in fear. These people have no idea what confronting a dragon ans.”
“She even wanted to livestream it globally; ridiculous.” Ma Chuxia glared at Shirley’s retreating devilish form.
“Broadcast my ass.” Huang Xiaolong chuckled. “When facing the dragon, the earth and sky will plunge into chaos. No signal will be able to get out of this place.”
“That’s right, Master, our mobile phones don’t have any signal.” Old Master Jin laughed awkwardly. “We can’t make phone calls or send text ssages. Chu Family Village is now completely isolated.”
In the following few days, Shirley did not show up again.
And the atmosphere in the Chu Family Village was oppressively stifling, suffocating.
This tension partly ca from the heavily ard soldiers patrolling the village and from an unseen anger of heaven and earth!
From the back mountains of the Chu Family Village, ca occasional roars filled with resentnt.
Finally!
On the seventh day after Huang Xiaolong arrived at Chu Family Village!
It seed as if the sky had been punctured! A torrential downpour started, dark clouds covering up the sun.
Other than the rainstorm, there was thunder and lightning in the sky, shaking the mountains with fierce roars.
In the rear mountains of Chu Family Village, there were several streams, which eerily started flowing backward!
All of these events felt like divine punishnt, reminding of an impending doomsday!
“Today is the day to slay the dragon.” Huang Xiaolong’s expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed an unusual desire for battle!
“Little Long~~~” Song Yuru, Chu Tingting, and other wives, along with the Binhai elites and representatives from the Four Great Families of Binhai, were all in chaos, unsure of what was really happening.
Crowds of people stood under the eaves, avoiding the downpour.
“Big wifey, stay in the village obediently, rember, don’t go anywhere else.” Huang Xiaolong instructed.
Imdiately after, he glanced over everyone’s faces, instructing loudly. “Stay in the village, there’s nothing to worry about. Step outside even a little, and you’ll be reduced to ashes. Here’s my advice for everyone.”
Seeing Huang Xiaolong unusually serious, no one dared to make any comnts and simply nodded repeatedly.
“Second wife, Young Master Ji, you guys co with .” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.
“Little Long, I’m coming too!” Xia Ying quickly replied.
Lin Zicong, Old Master Jin, and other grandmasters from the Jin family volunteered to accompany Huang Xiaolong, only to be refused outright.
Just then, a group of people approached from afar.
This group emitted an imnse aura, akin to a fierce storm. As they approached, an inexplicable force expelled everything in their path, allowing them to walk freely, barely touched by the rain.
Everyone looked on.
Leading the group was a monk in a golden kasaya, holding a staff and wearing a string of prayer beads around his neck. His face was serene, and he radiated an indescribable presence.
This was Monk Guan Zhen, the current abbot of the “Dragon Suppressing Temple”, whose mana was profound and inscrutable.
Next was Xuanyuan Ao, with a treasured sword on his back, his True Qi vibrant like a dragon. His eyes were as sharp as the scorching sun, his body containing the power to subdue dragons and hurl elephants.
A grandmaster of ancient martial arts who had nurtured 110 strands of True Qi, he was an excellent candidate for slaying the dragon.
Flanking Xuanyuan Ao, there was a ghost king with an imposingly sinister aura.
Then ca a mangy dog.
Behind them was Shirley White, dressed in camouflage and possessing a gallant deanor.
Following Shirley were dozens of fierce and cold-blooded soldiers in camouflage, ard with advanced weaponry such as sniper rifles, individual missile launchers, and flathrowers. So even carried anti-material rifles, capable of shooting a target at a range of 5000 yards with bullets thicker than a finger. With a single shot, not only tanks but fortresses could be blown to pieces.
This was truly a formidable army!
Also present were nurous TV crew mbers, hosts and the like, who followed behind them excitedly. So continuously made the cross on their chests, fervently praying.
Monk Guan Zhen joined his palms together, addressing Huang Xiaolong, “Young man, today’s the day when the seal breaks and the Dragon Soul erges. We’ve prepared ourselves. Are you ready?”
Just then—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
At the foot of the mountain, strands of black energy erupted towards the sky, converging and darkly clouding the horizon.
This was the miasma cloud ford by converging miasma.
Amid the torrential rain and roaring thunder, a series of angry growls resounded.
The mountain range behind Chu Family Village seed to be shaking violently.
It seed as if an unparalleled beast was about to break free from its shackles and soar into the sky!
“I don’t have much to prepare.” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “Let’s not waste ti. Let’s go.”
“Young man, the great battle is imminent, could you…” Monk Guan Zhen looked at the mangy dog.
“Hahaha, it doesn’t matter. After all, it’s headed to its death, no matter what state it’s in.” Huang Xiaolong reached out empty-handed and directly extracted the talisman concealed within the mangy dog’s body.
With a flash of light, the mangy dog returned to its original form, a malevolent-looking Taoist with a bald head and a red nose. He stared at Huang Xiaolong with hateful eyes, gritting his teeth, “After the dragon is slain, I’ll slay you next!”
“Taoist Yin, now is not the ti to speak of such things. Let’s go.” Monk Guan Zhen nodded and turned to leave.
Huang Xiaolong too stretched his muscles and, followed by Ma Chuxia and Ji Zhengyu, followed Monk Guan Zhen and the others.
Huang Xiaolong casually burned a talisman, and rays of light circulated around him, Ma Chuxia, and Ji Zhengyu, repelling the incoming rainwater.
Watching Huang Xiaolong’s figure retreat in the distance, Chu Tingting and others who didn’t understand what was happening couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly is Little Long going to do?”
“He’s going to slay the dragon.” Xia Ying said dazedly.
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