122: Chapter 122 Sword Slaying the Evil Dragon

The sky over the Yunmeng Great Marsh was completely torn apart.

Above the Abyssal Trench, the wind and snow came to a halt.

The Spiritual Pressure surged, forcefully pushing the clouds aside and creating a vacuum.

High in the Nine Heavens, the Canghai Sect's Rank 3 treasure ship hung suspended at the peak of the tribulation clouds.

"Vile beast, have you still not accepted your execution?"

A voice boomed from the depths of the treasure ship.

The speaker was none other than the Golden Core Grand Elder of the Canghai Sect, Great Elder Gu Cangyuan.

Accompanied by this thunderous shout, the Rank 3 killing formation that had been brewing in the clouds for a long time fully revealed its ferocity.

"Buzz."

The Void Realm trembled.

Eighteen golden sword lights that reached from the heavens to the earth were forcefully stripped from the tribulation clouds.

Each sword light was hundreds of feet long, with Golden Core Laws flowing across the blades.

They wove into a massive golden net in mid-air, descending with a murderous intent that could shred anything toward the Ancient Descendant stirring the waters below.

"Roar!"

At the bottom of the Abyssal Trench, the Sea-Covering Evil Flood Dragon felt the threat.

It raised its head, covered in dark gold Dragon scales, and let out a wild howl.

The Golden Core it had tempered for nearly a thousand years burned frantically within its body.

The Flood Dragon opened its mouth and spat out a dark red water-thunder beam several yards in diameter, attempting to clash head-on with the eighteen Swords of Immortal Execution.

However...

Before the true foundation of a Golden Core Sect, the Yao King fighting alone ultimately appeared far too weak.

The eighteen golden sword lights shredded the water-thunder beam with ease and hacked into the Sea-Covering Evil Flood Dragon's protective Dragon scales.

Blood splattered.

"Awoo..."

The once-arrogant Golden Core evil Flood Dragon actually had nearly half of its body severed by this single strike.

The broken Flood Dragon tail, hundreds of feet long and trailing scalding Demonic Qi-infused blood, crashed into the ink-black river below.

The sea surface shook, kicking up a tsunami hundreds of feet high.

The high-level battlefield presented a suspense-free, one-sided crushing defeat.

The Canghai Sect's Rank 3 Great Array, controlled personally by a Golden Core cultivator, was simply not something an evil Flood Dragon trapped in a trench for centuries could withstand.

"Hahaha, the Grand Elder's Divine Might is peerless!"

"How dare such a vile beast challenge the heavenly might of our Canghai Sect?"

"Today, we shall surely skin it and pull out its tendons."

High in the sky, the Canghai Sect's battle-monitoring Disciples burst into wild laughter.

In their eyes, this Abyssal Trench had long since become a backyard for harvesting spoils of war.

But...

Just at the moment when everyone thought this abyssal overlord was about to perish...

The Sea-Covering Evil Flood Dragon, having fallen back into the depths of the trench...

It couldn't defeat the lofty Golden Core Old Ancestor.

But could it not crush you ants who are being used as cannon fodder?

"Screech-Roar!"

The Sea-Covering Evil Flood Dragon's mangled body writhed frantically within the ten-thousand-fathom abyss.

It opened its bloody maw and emitted a sonic wave.

The Flood Dragon's cry surged, carrying the pressure of a superior Bloodline.

It was the Yao King's final, desperate counterattack before death.

"Splash..."

The abyssal demonic tide, which had been clashing with the Five Great Families' allied forces on the front line, came to a halt as the entire beast swarm heard this Flood Dragon cry.

Immediately after...

Tens of thousands of Abyssal Iron-Armed Sea Apes, Deep-Sea Snapping Turtles covered in poisonous bone spikes, and those Ancient Descendants at the Late Stage of Qi Refining who usually never showed their faces...

This black torrent of death, composed of tens of thousands of mid-to-high-tier sea beasts, actually changed direction in an instant.

They abandoned their assault on the Canghai Sect's frontal formation barrier.

Instead, like a writhing black carpet, they followed the underwater currents and charged frantically toward the outermost flank of the defensive line.

And that direction was exactly where the Linghu Lin Clan was stationed.

...

"Not good."

On the flagship of the Linghu Lin Clan's [flying cloud wave-breaking ship]...

The Old Patriarch, Patriarch Lin Zhenhai, wearing his blood-stained Purple-Gold Python Robe, stared intently with his tiger-like eyes at the black torrent that had suddenly changed course on the river surface.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"These beasts... they bypassed the front and are all coming for us."

Seventh Uncle Lin Zhenyuan, the Seventh Great-Uncle the Instructor, was so terrified that he stumbled back repeatedly, crashing into the ship's railing.

What he saw...

It was no longer a scattered group of a few hundred Sea Apes.

It was tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

The dense army of Yao Beasts crowded together on the river surface, trampling over one another.

The sky-piercing Demonic Qi gathered together, even condensing into a thick, black baleful cloud in mid-air.

"The Canghai Sect... why isn't the Canghai Sect's battle-monitoring ship moving to intercept them?"

A Lin Family Elder roared in despair toward the Nine Heavens.

However, the Rank 3 treasure ship in the sky floated silently.

The Canghai Sect experts didn't even spare a glance for the tens of thousands of rampaging sea beasts on the flank.

In the eyes of a Golden Core Sect, the lives of vassal families were worth less than the scraps of a Formation Plate.

As long as they could stall these rampaging Yao Beasts for half an incense stick's time to buy them a window to slay the evil Flood Dragon...

Even if the Lin Family was completely wiped out, it would be considered a worthy sacrifice.

"We've been abandoned..."

"We've been completely turned into meat paste to fill the sea."

On the deck, those Lin Family death soldiers who had just barely managed to catch their breath during the desperate fight felt their Dao Hearts collapse in this moment.

Facing a few hundred Yao Beasts, they dared to risk their lives.

But facing a torrent of death numbering in the tens of thousands?

That already exceeded the limits of what human strength could withstand.

"Form the array! Form the array for me!"

Patriarch Lin Zhenhai bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of Foundation Establishment essence blood sprayed out.

His voice, like a cuckoo crying blood, echoed over the two warships.

"[Great Earth Black Tortoise Demon-Binding Array], activate at full power!"

"Even if we die, the sons of my Linghu Lin Clan must die on the path of the charge!"

Along with The Old Patriarch's roar...

The remaining few hundred Lin Family Disciples on the warship gritted their teeth and squeezed out the last bit of true essence from their bodies, injecting it into the Formation Plates beneath their feet.

The formation runes on the deck lit up with a dull yellow light.

A phantom of profound earth struggled to expand around the ship's hull.

The vanguard of the beast tide crashed into the Lin Family's defensive line.

With just one collision...

On the deck, dozens of Lin Family death soldiers responsible for the main formation threw their heads back and spat blood.

Bleeding from their seven orifices, their heart meridians were shattered on the spot by the counter-shock force.

They had thought they could catch their breath after holding off the first wave, but they hadn't expected to be met with an overflowing ocean.

...

And at this very moment...

In the lowest level of the flying cloud wave-breaking ship, within the core secret chamber completely isolated from the slaughter and despair outside...

Lin Ze, dressed in green robes, remained sitting cross-legged in the center of the dark formation eye.

On his face, he wore that shimmering Rank 2 Magical Artifact, the [illusionary mask].

The "Water Wave Perception" derived from his Major Achievement [Spirit Net Technique] acted like transparent meridians, penetrating the black iron walls of the ship's cabin.

It reflected the world-destroying beast tide outside, inch by inch, into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Thirty-four thousand mid-to-high-tier water demons..."

"Seventy Rank 2 Early Stage Great Demons..."

Lin Ze murmured in his heart.

In his palm, the physical Formation Plate of the Major Achievement "Canglang Sword Array," which The Old Patriarch had exhausted his heart's blood to create...

...was now emitting a sword hum in response to the pressure of the external demonic power.

[Host detected to be in extreme fatal danger...]

[Major Achievement "Canglang Sword Array" formation core resonance has reached 120%!]

In his Sea of Consciousness, the golden [Heaven Rewards Diligence] panel flashed frantically, indicating the critical point of external pressure.

"The Canghai Sect has certainly calculated this well."

Lin Ze slightly lowered his eyelids.

"Using the lives of my entire Lin Clan to wear down these crazed beasts?"

"Unfortunately, you miscalculated one thing."

Lin Ze slowly stood up.

His green robes billowed in the secret chamber despite the lack of wind.

In the deepest part of his Dantian's Qi Sea, the "Heavy Water Vortex" that had been suppressed under the appearance of the Qi Refining 7th Layer Early Stage...

...stopped its rotation at this moment.

What followed was an implosion.

That drop of "Limit-Breaking Heavy Water" was suddenly unsealed.

"This area of water is not your slaughterhouse."

Lin Ze raised his right hand and pressed it onto the Black Ice Formation Plate that glowed with a faint blue light.

"This is the grave I, Lin Ze, have prepared for you."

"Purple Thunder."

Lin Ze shouted inwardly.

"Screech-Roar!"

The Wind-Thunder Sea Flood Dragon, which had been dormant in the ship's lower hold, suddenly snapped open its Dragon pupils flickering with purple lightning.

It felt the murderous intent suppressed to the extreme in its master's Sea of Consciousness.

"Xiao Xuan."

"Cold Shadow."

Deep in the water veins, the ink-black giant turtle and that emerald-green ghost assassin simultaneously locked onto the beast tide above that was like dark clouds looming over a city.

"Since they want to flip the table..."

In the depths of Lin Ze's eyes, a deep blue divine light capable of freezing the Nine Netherworlds suddenly erupted.

"Then today, I shall take this Abyssal Trench, along with these beasts and those self-righteous onlookers above..."

"...and drag them all down to Hell together!"

"Canglang Sword Array, peel away the formation eye, and reverse for me!"

Accompanied by Lin Ze's low growl...

A surge of Heavy Water Spiritual Pressure followed the formation nodes at the bottom of the warship and crashed into the already boiling undercurrents at the bottom of the Yunmeng Great Marsh.