81: Chapter 81 The Posture of a Victor?

People had already harbored doubts about whether the White Flood Dragon could defeat the Dragon Lord, and these doubts were spreading like a plague, gradually eroding the confidence of more and more people.

Gu Xiao stared at the overwhelming flood of comments on social media, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter; he kept feeling that something was wrong.

Just at this moment, Lu Xingyun called Gu Xiao.

"Old Gu, what is the Bureau doing? Why are they so indifferent to so many negative topics online?"

Gu Xiao frowned: "Then what else should they do?"

Lu Xingyun's voice clearly faltered for a moment before rising a few notches: "You haven't really been surfing the web, have you? You can't even tell that this is obviously a bot campaign? You old fossil!"

"Bot campaign?" Gu Xiao was stunned.

"Damn it, of course, what else could it be? So many identical posts suddenly popping up all at once with highly consistent viewpoints—do you think this was organized spontaneously?", "I don't know why, but I can't get through to the Bureau's phone line. Tell the Director to do something about it, can you?"

Lu Xingyun hung up the phone impatiently.

His words, however, were like a bucket of cold water that woke Gu Xiao up. This kind of thing could absolutely not be achieved individually and spontaneously; it must be organized.

The trend online was finally turned around after the Jiantian Bureau took action.

Those overwhelming negative posts were deleted one by one within just a dozen minutes. At the same time, the authorities released a brief and forceful statement.

"Recently, our unit has monitored organized groups spreading pessimistic remarks on online platforms, such as 'White Flood Dragon is no match for the Lord River God' and 'Suggesting sacrificial negotiations.' Upon investigation, some account IPs originated from overseas and are linked to recently active hostile forces. The relevant individuals have currently been detained."

Several screenshots were attached below the statement, and the IP addresses of those posting accounts all pointed overseas.

The comment section exploded instantly.

"I knew it was all bot campaigns; no wonder so many defeatists suddenly appeared."

"I told you, what normal person would say something like 'It's fine to sacrifice a few'?"

"Damn, I was almost led astray."

After a brief stagnation, the number of likes climbed crazily again.

This time, there was no questioning or hesitation; the Power of Incense Vows gathered into an invisible river, surging from all directions toward Phoenix Mountain and flowing into that sacred tree.

Qing'er stood at the top of the canopy, the sweat on her forehead having condensed into a fine mist.

Her Sanskrit chants became increasingly urgent and fast, every syllable sounding as if it were being squeezed out from the depths of her soul.

The Power of Incense Vows was purified, all impurities removed, transforming into the purest warm current, which was continuously transmitted along the connection between her and Li Xiuyuan.

However, Qing'er's brow remained tightly furrowed. Although the volume of these Power of Incense Vows was large, they were ultimately too shallow. They were only from the internet, lacking any accumulation, lacking the blessing of a temple, and even more so, lacking the piety passed down from generation to generation by believers.

The cultivation from the Power of Incense Vows brought by these offerings was not enough to help Li Xiuyuan defeat the Lord River God.

After telling Li Xiuyuan about this, Li Xiuyuan also felt it was a bit tricky.

However, Qing'er immediately added: "If you want to defeat him, I have a way. I can condense all the Power of Incense Vows on you into a single strike. The power of this strike will be enough to severely damage the Lord River God's Spiritual Sense."

While entangled in battle with the Dragon Lord, Li Xiuyuan asked in his heart: "Then what is the cost?"

"The cost is that during this process, no Power of Incense Vows cultivation will be transmitted to you. You will need to hold out on your own for the next period of time."

"How long?"

"One hour. No, if that little monk from Phoenix Temple helps, it will be faster."

Li Xiuyuan's thoughts were as calm as a stagnant pool: "Begin."

Qing'er could not move at this moment, so she could only dispatch Ao Wu, who was pacing anxiously outside the cave, to bring Jingxin.

Having received the instruction, Ao Wu darted out like lightning. Within a few bounds, it rushed to the front of Phoenix Temple, passed through a crowd of monks sitting cross-legged and chanting with their eyes closed, and headed straight for Jingxin.

After conveying Qing'er's message, Jingxin jumped onto Ao Wu's back without hesitation and returned to that cave with it.

"Little monk, sit, chant."

Qing'er did not waste a single word.

Jingxin also sat cross-legged under the sacred tree, closing his eyes and focusing his mind. He tapped the wooden fish mallet lightly; the sound was as steady as the morning bell of an ancient temple—unhurried and slow, yet every strike tapped into people's hearts and into the depths of their souls.

Sanskrit chants spilled from his lips, intertwining with Qing'er's chanting. The two voices—one high and one low, one fast and one slow—actually merged into one in this cave, transforming into an invisible force that crazily compressed the Power of Incense Vows surging in from all directions.

Above the clouds, having lost the continuous transmission of the Power of Incense Vows, Li Xiuyuan, who was already faintly at a disadvantage, became even more battered.

Although he had already envisioned the strength of the Lord River God, he still underestimated the opponent.

After all, the Dragon Lord had enjoyed a thousand years of human incense and had merged with the Yangtze River. Even without a physical body, relying solely on Spiritual Sense, he was enough to firmly suppress him.

On his silver-White Flood Dragon body, many places were stained with dark red blood. The electric arcs on his body surface were so weak they were almost extinguished, flickering on and off like a candle in the wind.

Mirage Qi was ineffective, Hibernation was useless, and even the power to manipulate weather like the Sovereign of Heavens Water was not enough in front of this Dragon Lord.

Suddenly, the pursuit from the black dragon came to an abrupt halt.

Li Xiuyuan turned his head to look; the black dragon was coiled opposite him, its golden vertical pupils full of mockery.

"Little White Flood Dragon, you don't seem to be doing very well. This seat is very disappointed in you."

"This seat is already bored. Next, this seat will let those people down there watch you die with their own eyes. I will execute you right in front of them."

The Dragon Lord swept his massive dragon tail, pushing aside the thick dark clouds overhead to create a huge hole.

Sunlight poured down from the hole, illuminating the human world beneath the clouds.

On the ground, countless people looked up toward that circle of the hole. They saw the black dragon like a victor, and they also saw the battered, blood-soaked White Flood Dragon.

Everyone's hearts tightened simultaneously.

"That White Flood Dragon really seems unable to hold on anymore."

"Don't..."

"What is this Dragon Lord doing? Executing him right in front of us?"

The black dragon looked down at the reaction of the ants on the ground, very satisfied.

"This is your hope? Nothing more than this."

It lowered its head, aimed at Li Xiuyuan, and opened its massive mouth. Black dragon breath condensed in its mouth, getting bigger and brighter, emitting an aura that destroyed everything.

"BOOM!!!!!"

The dragon breath spewed out, a black beam of light tearing through the sky, heading straight for Li Xiuyuan's head, forming a thick black line in the sky that was despair-inducing!

Everyone's breathing stopped. Gu Xiao stood on the mountain peak, his heart stopping as he watched this scene.

In a female dormitory at one of the martial arts universities in Jiangcheng, Lin Xiaonan's eyes were red. Her gaze pierced through the curtain of rain to look at the scene inside the hole, her fists clenched tightly, her nails already embedded into her flesh.

Just when everyone thought the White Flood Dragon was doomed, that White Flood Dragon, which had already been battered and tottering, suddenly raised its head.

He made a crazy move!

He actually charged against the incoming dragon breath!

Electric arcs exploded within his body, immediately wrapping around his whole body like a suit of burning armor, pushing his speed to the limit!

The silver-white figure suddenly turned sideways in front of the black dragon breath; the dragon breath grazed past its abdomen, and Li Xiuyuan's speed accelerated again!

At the same time, that ancient coin flew through the air from the black clouds in the distance and landed on Li Xiuyuan's back. In an instant, it changed size, transforming into a huge golden long blade that was firmly locked onto the dragon's back.

The edge of the golden blade tore through the air, and the ancient inscriptions engraved on its surface burst out with astonishing radiance, like a blazing sun descending into the human world!

"CRACKLE!"

Electric arcs exploded again, and his speed soared once more!

The black dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.

He realized something was wrong and instinctively wanted to hide in the clouds, but suddenly remembered that just now, in order to display the posture of a victor, he had swept away the dark clouds overhead.

At this moment, he was in the middle of an empty, clear sky.

There was no space to hide.