The Flood Dragon forcefully tore off half of its body.
Dragging its upper half out of Yin Hu's mouth.
It directly took to the sky and fled, flying rapidly toward the Kunlun Mountains.
Chen Feng sat dumbfounded inside Yin Hu's mouth.
Looking at the remaining half of the Flood Dragon.
His jaw dropped in shock.
It wasn't just Chen Feng.
At this moment, people all over the world were dumbfounded.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in shock.
Although the aerial drones were quite far away.
Even with high-magnification zoom.
The footage was still a bit blurry.
But everyone saw it.
Half of the Flood Dragon flew away.
And the other half, with two legs, remained in Yin Hu's mouth.
"Mommy! Why did its upper half fly away, but its lower half didn't?"
"Is the signal bad? Is the news broadcast lagging?"
"What is going on? I thought it was a whole dragon!"
"The saber-toothed tiger won, the saber-toothed tiger won!"
...
Soon.
Everyone realized.
Yin Hu had won.
For a time, cheers resounded in every corner of the world.
"The Flood Dragon fled in defeat, bitten in half by the saber-toothed tiger!"
"Hero of Great Xia, your spirit in heaven can rest in peace!"
"It's a pity the Flood Dragon wasn't killed, but I'm afraid it will never dare to wreak havoc on the world again."
"We probably won't have to sacrifice children anymore! It's a shame the hero of Great Xia isn't here to see it."
...
Compared to the excitement of countless people.
There was one place.
Where the atmosphere was quite oppressive.
Inside a hotel in Kunlun City.
The room was filled with silence.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei stared blankly at the TV screen.
Their expressions were somewhat numb.
Two streams of tears continuously fell.
Wang Zun breathed a sigh of relief, but felt some regret over Chen Feng's sacrifice.
Wang Hao had already walked out of the room.
He took out his phone to message his subordinates, preparing a victory banquet for their ancestor.
"The Ancient Clan is dead!"
"The Wang Family shall rise!"
Wang Hao knew that as long as they kept their ancestor Yin Hu happy.
The Wang Family could walk sideways in this world.
Even more tyrannical than the Ancient Clan!
Su Yan thought to herself:
"As expected of the man I set my sights on."
"The disciples he takes in are more monstrous than the last!"
...
On the other side.
Mi Chuan looked at the half body of the Flood Dragon.
With an excited face, he said:
"Old Feng, after this is over."
"Can I rush to the scene and find some meat scraps?"
"Do you think dragon meat contains dragon essence?"
"Logically speaking, along the route the Flood Dragon fled, there must be drops of blood, right?"
"Dragon blood definitely contains the Flood Dragon's true essence."
Feng Tengyun remained silent.
He was not very satisfied with the outcome in his heart.
What he had hoped to see.
Was the Flood Dragon and Yin Hu perishing together.
In the end, neither of them died.
...
Holy Capital.
At this moment, Yin Hu.
Also let out a proud laugh.
"Hehe..."
"In front of this old lady, you little snake are still too green!"
Then she spat Chen Feng out in one mouthful.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here quickly!"
"But after the lightning tribulation, you must come back immediately!"
"Otherwise, if I die, you can just wait for the Flood Dragon's revenge!"
After saying that.
Yin Hu's body expanded once again.
Bite by bite, she swallowed the entire half body of the Flood Dragon into her stomach.
Chen Feng didn't dare to delay.
He hurriedly distanced himself from Yin Hu.
He knew.
The final lightning tribulation was coming.
After Yin Hu devoured half of the Flood Dragon.
Her body began to recover rapidly.
Then she looked up.
Looking at the crashing ninth strike of the Li Fire Divine Thunder.
The next moment.
Red light submerged everything.
Everyone could only see a sea of scarlet.
At the same time, an earth-shattering tiger roar rang out.
It was just that the moment Yin Hu spat out Chen Feng earlier.
It had attracted the attention of countless people.
"Did the saber-toothed tiger just spit something out?"
"It's a small purple dot, maybe it was spitting out bones from eating dragon meat."
"That small purple dot seems to be moving on its own!"
"Could it be the hero of Great Xia?"
...
Just as people were guessing.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were already pressing against the TV set.
They naturally also saw that before Yin Hu underwent the tribulation.
She spat out a moving purple dot.
It was just that it was completely unclear on the TV.
They wished they could immediately rush to the scene to confirm if that moving purple dot was the person in their hearts.
The final lightning tribulation.
Lasted for a full dozens of seconds.
Chen Feng felt that every second was like a year.
Praying in his heart.
That nothing bad would happen to Yin Hu.
The next moment.
In his mind, the system prompt sounded.
[Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher achievement!]
Hearing this sentence, Chen Feng's heart leaped into his throat.
[Eighth disciple Yin Hu's cultivation has broken through to the Martial God realm.]
[Rewarding the master with 10,000 Vitality points.]
Seeing that it wasn't inheriting an inheritance.
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, his Vitality points had risen to 39,859 points.
His Vitality cultivation directly advanced to the mid-stage Martial Sage.
He just didn't expect.
That Yin Hu would actually be a Martial God-level powerhouse after completing her tribulation.
It just felt that the gap between a Martial God and another Martial God should also be very large.
Otherwise, why would the Flood Dragon have such a hard time dealing with Yin Hu before she became a Martial God?
It was probably like the gap between Wei Qianqiu and an ordinary Martial Sage.
Compared to the increase in Vitality cultivation.
Chen Feng's greatest harvest this time.
Was the strengthening of his physical body.
Without circulating his cultivation technique and without using the Qilin Body.
His pure physical strength had more than doubled from before.
When he circulated his cultivation technique.
Purple scales grew all over his body.
He already felt.
That he could now unleash the full power of the Qilin Body.
Seeing the lightning tribulation end.
Chen Feng's figure instantly turned into a flash of lightning, disappearing from his spot.
Compared to the Qilin back then, his speed at this moment was not inferior at all.
It was just that the Qilin was white lightning.
While Chen Feng, because of consuming the Flood Dragon's blood, caused his scales to change color.
At this moment, he turned into purple lightning.
When he arrived in front of Yin Hu.
Chen Feng couldn't help but gasp.
He saw a giant white tiger lying in the magma.
Chen Feng standing in front of Yin Hu was like an ant.
And from Yin Hu's back to her chest, there was a huge hole burned through.
The flesh and blood inside.
Was like red-hot charcoal, still burning.
Emitting billowing black smoke.
"What... what are you looking at!"
"Come here quickly... let me take two bites!"
Yin Hu murmured weakly.
As she spoke.
Her figure also began to slowly shrink.
Turning into a ten-meter-long white tiger.
The giant canine teeth of the original saber-toothed tiger had disappeared.
A snow-white body.
Now also featured the characteristic stripes of a tiger.
It was just that the stripes were fiery red.
She had become a red-striped white tiger.
What surprised Chen Feng the most was.
Yin Hu had also grown a pair of fiery red horns.
In short, a tiger with horns really looked a bit awkward.
But thinking of Yin Hu's complex bloodline, he felt relieved.
Chen Feng was not a person who liked to profit from others' misfortunes.
In order not to inherit his disciple's legacy.
He quickly came to Yin Hu's mouth.
And directly thrust his arm inside.
As a result, Yin Hu scolded:
"You dog of a man!"
"You're poking my throat!"
Seeing that Yin Hu still had the strength to curse people.
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It seems you won't die even if you don't take a bite out of me."
"But after you passed the tribulation, why didn't you ask for an ennoblement?"
Yin Hu gritted her teeth and directly swallowed one of Chen Feng's arms.
And then helped her body recover quickly.
"I am a half-demon, with human blood flowing through my veins."
"Since when does a human Martial God need to beg for a title?"
The lightning storm of the heavenly tribulation faded away.
Under the setting sun, Chen Feng looked at the gradually recovering Yin Hu and offered a faint smile.
Deep within the Kunlun Mountains.
The last Martial Sage of the Ancient Clan also gazed at the setting sun, a ferocious grin twisting his face.
"July fifteenth!"
"Midnight tonight!"
"The sixty-four ghost tombs will appear for exactly two hours."
"As long as I can find a single stone coffin within those tombs, I can overturn this entire world!"
"Prepare to face the vengeance of the Ancient Clan!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
