Chapter 7597
Running really fast
"puff……!"
The white-haired old man, Zhou Yunhe, coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red, and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
He crashed heavily onto a rock more than ten meters away with a dull thud, immediately losing consciousness. His breathing was weak, and his fate was unknown...
Clearly, this attack had crippled his cultivation.
The entire place fell into a deathly silence once again, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at the Black Dragon Taoist with extreme fear, trembling all over, and not even having the courage to look up.
one strike.
Just one strike!
The elder of the New Martial Arts Association, a top expert in the Celestial Realm, was so easily defeated by him, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and he fainted!
Such strength is terrifyingly outrageous; no wonder he was once ranked among the top ten on the Celestial Ranking!
The Black Dragon Taoist slowly withdrew his whisk, his expression calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
Without the slightest ripple, his gaze slowly swept over the crowd present, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"Who else wants to talk to me about rules?"
The entire room was deathly silent. No one dared to speak, no one dared to step forward, and no one dared to breathe loudly. Everyone kept their heads down, their bodies were ice-cold, and their hearts were filled with endless fear...
Even Zhou Yunhe was no match for him; for them to go up against him would be suicide!
Bai Shijing, standing at the back of the crowd, had a livid face, clenched fists, and eyes filled with resentment and anger, yet also with deep apprehension.
He glanced at the unconscious Zhou Yunhe, then at the Black Dragon Taoist, whose expression was calm yet exuded a powerful aura. In the end, he slowly lowered his head, remaining silent and choosing to endure...
He knew that even if he joined forces with everyone, he would be no match for the Black Dragon Taoist. Rather than humiliating himself and losing his life in vain, he should endure for the time being and make plans later.
The Black Dragon Taoist ignored the crowd and slowly turned around to look at Xiao Chen, saying in a gentle tone, "Let's go back to the temple to recuperate."
As he spoke, he reached out and gently supported Xiao Chen's arm.
Xiao Chen was covered in injuries and had been struggling to stand, leaving him completely exhausted.
At this moment, with the Black Dragon Taoist's support, a gentle yet powerful force instantly surged from the Black Dragon Taoist's palm into his body, slowly repairing his damaged meridians and wounds.
The excruciating pain in my body immediately lessened considerably, and even my breathing became much easier.
He raised his head and looked at the Black Dragon Taoist. The wariness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of gratitude. He said in a low voice, "Thank you for saving me, senior."
The Black Dragon Taoist smiled slightly, shook his head gently, and said nothing more, only gesturing for him to follow.
Then, he raised his head, looked at Qin Xianglan outside the crowd, waved to her gently, and said in a gentle tone, "Little girl, you come too."
Qin Xianglan was taken aback, but then she realized what was happening. The anxiety on her face vanished instantly, replaced by surprise and gratitude.
She quickly broke free from Bai Qiaoli's hand, ran over, and stayed close to Xiao Chen, her eyes still fixed on him, her face full of worry.
Bai Qiaoli instinctively tried to grab her, but she was a step too late. She could only stand there, watching Qin Xianglan's retreating figure, her eyes filled with helplessness and worry...
She knew that with the Black Dragon Taoist protecting them, Xiao Chen and Qin Xianglan should be safe. The Black Dragon Taoist, supporting Xiao Chen and followed by Qin Xianglan, walked slowly towards the Black Dragon Temple. His steps were steady, and his expression was calm, as if the dozens of top experts behind him were just air.
Wherever he went, everyone present made way, lowered their heads, and dared not even breathe. No one dared to stop him, and no one dared to look at him for fear of offending this legendary master.
After taking a dozen steps, the Black Dragon Taoist suddenly stopped. He didn't turn around, but instead faced away from the crowd. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable warning as he slowly spoke:
"I will give you one minute."
Everyone present was stunned, their faces full of confusion. They looked at each other, not understanding what he meant by that.
The Black Dragon Taoist's voice came slowly again, still without turning around: "Get off the summit of Wanhua Mountain within one minute. Anyone still on the summit after one minute..."
He paused, his tone suddenly turning cold, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire area, causing everyone present to feel a bone-chilling cold and tremble all over.
"Kill without mercy."
Upon hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces changed drastically, their eyes filled with fear, and all hesitation and hope vanished...
They had no doubt that the Black Dragon Taoist meant what he said, and if they didn't leave within a minute, they would be killed on the spot!
Someone instinctively wanted to say something, to plead for mercy, but was tightly covered in silence by those around them, who were afraid that saying even a single word would bring about their death.
After finishing speaking, the Black Dragon Taoist ignored the crowd behind him and continued to support Xiao Chen as they walked towards the Black Dragon Temple.
His silhouette, bathed in the bright moonlight, appeared exceptionally aloof and majestic, like an inviolable deity.
The people present looked at each other in dismay, filled with endless fear. Someone shouted "Run!" and the crowd instantly erupted into chaos.
Everyone scrambled to escape, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would be killed by the Black Dragon Taoist.
Some scrambled and crawled, looking utterly disheveled;
Some didn't even care about their injured companions, only caring about their own survival;
Some panicked and stumbled to the ground, but immediately got up and ran forward desperately, not even bothering to take their weapons and treasures with them.
In less than thirty seconds, the once crowded top of Wanhua Mountain was completely deserted, leaving not a single person behind, only bloodstains, broken weapons, and scattered debris, a scene of utter devastation.
Even Zhou Yunhe, who had fainted, was hastily lifted up by the remaining members of the New Martial Arts Association and fled down the mountain in a sorry state, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would be wiped out by the Black Dragon Taoist.
Lin Zhantang ran the fastest, like a startled rabbit, his feet barely touching the ground, and in a flash, he darted far away.
In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace, leaving not even a trace of their presence. Clearly, they were terrified of the Black Dragon Taoist's power and wished they had more legs to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible.
The bald, burly man was in a terrible state, scrambling and crawling down the mountain. In his panic, he slipped and fell face-first into the mud, scraping his forehead and drawing blood, but he didn't care about the pain.
He immediately got up and continued running wildly, even losing one of his shoes in the process, but he didn't dare to look back, fearing that the Black Dragon Taoist would change his mind and leave him on the mountaintop to be killed.
Shiraishi walked last, his face so gloomy it could drip water, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.
He stopped and glanced coldly in the direction of the Black Dragon Temple, his gaze seeming to want to burn it to the ground. (End of Chapter)