Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 777 - 395: Crossing the Tribulation with Ease, Gaining a Third-Grade Opportunity_2

Once the new Tier Five Ancestor emerges, they will possess the power to strike at the Human Race and reduce all of humanity to a state of total enslavement.

Following that triumph, the Poisonous Scale Flood Dragon Race will undoubtedly reign as the supreme sovereigns of the Black Dragon Sea Region.

“It’s over this time.”

The expressions of Wei Hanquan, Shi Hongyi, Ge Hanrong, and Fei Quansheng turned incredibly grim.

They had initially harbored hopes of surviving until their master arrived to rescue them, but it now appeared they had no time remaining.

They lacked the strength to endure even a single moment longer.

By the time their master reached this location, they would likely be nothing more than corpses.

What they had first perceived as a grand opportunity had transformed into a dire life-and-death crisis.

Had they anticipated such a catastrophe, they never would have attempted to claim that Divinity Transformation Spirit Medicine.

Regret, however, was useless at this stage.

“You all have a lot of nerve, daring to kill my servants!”

Suddenly, a voice rang out, vibrating across the entire region.

Simultaneously, a massive Nascent Soul Domain descended from above, crushing everything within a ten-thousand-kilometer radius.

The entire island began to emit a strained creaking noise, appearing as though it might buckle under the weight of this all-encompassing gravity.

Even the surrounding ocean ceased its movement under the pressure of this terrifying force.

It was as if billions of tons of seawater had been frozen solid in an instant.

“This.”

The countenances of the five late-stage Nascent Soul Flood Dragons shifted violently. They felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on their colossal frames, as if a titanic hand was squeezing them, subjecting them to a pressure they had never felt before.

They had not expected a Great Cultivator of the Human Race to reach this place with such incredible speed.

Their hearts sank instantly.

“Master.”

Upon seeing a figure materialize in mid-air, Wei Hanquan, Shi Hongyi, Ge Hanrong, and Fei Quansheng were filled with joy. They didn't care about the identity of this newcomer; it was their master, Jiang Fan.

They were stunned that their master had arrived so quickly.

It had been mere moments since they sent their distress signal, yet he was already present.

His travel speed was nothing short of miraculous.

This meant that their lives were not destined to end here.

“Kill.”

Jiang Fan gazed at the five late-stage Nascent Soul Flood Dragons with a calm expression. Without wasting breath on words, he triggered a Life Talisman on his person—the Heaven-Dominating Blade Talisman.

A swirling golden blade talisman unfurled within the void. Ancient Geng Metal Qi flowed through its runes, manifestating as a three-meter-long blade aura that hovered within his palm.

Before the blade light even struck, the world itself reacted—the clouds were torn asunder by the sheer Sword Intent, exposing a deep, abyss-like blue sky, while the sea below erupted in waves thousands of meters high.

“Who on earth is this guy?”

“He is only at the mid-stage Nascent Soul; how can he exert such power?”

“Where did this Human Race Nascent Soul come from? Why have we never encountered him?”

The five late-stage Nascent Soul Flood Dragons were gripped by shock. They tried to move, but were immediately pinned down by the domineering Sword Intent, which caused their very scales to rattle.

A moment later, the light from the blade talisman flared brilliantly as Jiang Fan slashed through the air. The blade light descended like a hanging Milky Way, crashing toward the lead Flood Dragon with unstoppable momentum.

“You think you can kill me? Not that simple.”

The Flood Dragon let out a roar, coughing up its Inner Core Essence Blood to generate a black shield for protection. However, the blade light tore through the shield instantly, carving a deep, bone-deep gash into the Flood Dragon’s massive frame. Dragon blood rained down, staining half the sea red.

Before the remaining Flood Dragons could intervene, a second arc of blade light swept out, cutting through the underwater mountain ranges and causing the seabed to roar with falling stone.

“What is wrong with this human?”

“A simple Talisman Master shouldn't be capable of this.”

Two Flood Dragons desperately lashed their tails to defend themselves, but their famous steel-like scales were shredded like scrap paper. The blade bit deep into their bellies, and the sound of internal organs being crushed mingled with their furious, pained roars.

“Run, escape quickly! This human Nascent Soul is a monster; we cannot hope to face him.”

The faces of the last two Flood Dragons twisted in terror, their bodies shaking uncontrollably. They realized that if they stayed, they would be slaughtered by this human Nascent Soul, leaving them with no place to be buried.

Unfortunately, the window for escape had already closed.

The third blade transformed into tens of thousands of individual beams, raining down on the remaining two Flood Dragons like a storm of pear blossoms.

One Flood Dragon took to the sky in a desperate flight, but the blade beams pursued it like living things, carving hundreds of bloody gashes into its wings until they shattered.

The other Flood Dragon plunged into the depths, but the blade light split the ocean itself to follow, carving a trench miles wide on the seafloor and pinning the beast against the bedrock.

Boom~~

The energy of the Heaven-Dominating Blade Talisman persisted; a lingering thread of Sword Intent sliced the sea surface, parting a thousand miles of water into a gaping chasm.

This caused massive tidal waves that rippled outward for tens of thousands of miles.

“No way, did he really severely wound five late-stage Nascent Soul Flood Dragons?!”

“Master is simply too strong; how can he be this powerful?”

“Even a late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator wouldn't be any more formidable than this.”

Watching this display, Wei Hanquan, Shi Hongyi, Ge Hanrong, Fei Quansheng, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators were stunned into silence, their minds reeling from the shock.

They had believed their master was strong enough to handle these late-stage Nascent Soul Flood Dragons eventually, but they never imagined he would do so with such ease and indifference.

Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would have dismissed such a feat as an impossibility; it was truly beyond their imagination.