CHAPTER 309: CHAPTER 183: THE FALL OF THE FLYING DRAGON, THE DEATH OF THE GRANDMASTER

Roar!!!

The mist-like vapor over the Huai River surface stirred, as the Red Tiger’s furious roar swept across the skies.

The Flying Dragon exploded, and a figure was sent flying.

Blood splattered like fog over the river surface, as a lean and muscular middle-aged man crashed into the river, rolling several times.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock, utterly astonished.

Especially the Flying Dragon Master and several others in mid-air.

"How is this possible?"

They looked on in disbelief, watching as the blood splatter on the river surface spread over ten meters, gradually sinking to the riverbed.

Struggling to stand, Lu Xinglong barely managed to arrest his momentum, his previous arrogance and confidence nowhere to be seen.

Instead, his eyes were filled with bloodshot disbelief, staring down.

Drip!

Drip!

Blood welled up from his chest, where a fist-sized bloody hole had appeared.

The charred flesh revealed blackened tissues, the broken bone causing immense pain.

It looked as if it had been bombarded by a high-temperature explosion, almost fully pierced through.

Hum!

The river surface ahead suddenly rippled, with all sunlight completely obscured.

A bronze, burly figure had approached unnoticed, with deep red Qi Force swirling around his palms like a fiery orb, threatening to explode at any moment.

"Not good!!"

The Flying Dragon Master in mid-air realized something was wrong, immediately gathering Qi Force and falling through the air.

Seeing the scene, both the Whale Flow Master and Giant Elephant Master regained their senses, leaping from the observation platform on the river bank, intending to intervene.

Clank!!

The Golden Saber shone.

The Golden Saber Master in mid-air simultaneously made a move to intercept, blocking the two from the Giant Elephant.

"Damn it!"

"Golden Saber Master, you’re supposed to be our senior, and yet, you willingly act as a Flying Dragon’s lapdog?"

The Giant Elephant Master roared, launching Bombardment Punches, while the Golden Saber cleaved through the air with multiple strikes.

Without answering the other’s accusations, the Golden Saber Master instead looked coldly at the sky, frowning as he spoke.

"Flying Eagle Master, are you not going to act?"

As his words settled, the Whale Flow Master swiftly rushed forward.

The Flying Eagle Master in mid-air sighed, his expression helpless.

Screech!

An eagle’s cry erupted, its sharp talons tearing through the sky.

The two masters assisting were instantly blocked, while the light beside Chen Feng dimmed, as the grey-robed Flying Dragon Master appeared before him.

Boom!!!

A palm blasted forth, blue light bursting, red fighting back.

A muffled explosion and the water flowed with the force.

The enemy had actually shielded Lu Xinglong, causing him to slide back seven or eight meters, neutralizing the decisive strike from earlier.

Moreover, his face was filled with coldness and murderous intent, gathering Qi Force, seeming to want to continue intervening.

Witnessing this scene, the people on the shore finally regained their senses, exclaiming in astonishment.

"Wasn’t it supposed to be a life-and-death duel? How can someone interfere!"

A tourist beside Wang Hanwen muttered in confusion, while the elderly man in the long robe sighed.

Many in the Martial Arts Circle frowned and shook their heads, and those like Cao Tong from the Flame Tiger Sect looked grim.

"Senior Brother!"

Clenching their fists, Zhao Tingxiao, Wu Shuang, and Zhao Jushan, among the True Inheritors and Core members, felt extremely frustrated and worried.

Victory was clearly within reach, but the Flying Dragon Sect turned shameless.

"Truly shameless!"

Cao Tong cursed angrily, while Luo Yue and others on the observation platform also looked displeased.

A moment ago, they had been thrilled about their coach’s impending victory, but unexpectedly, the situation took a dramatic turn.

"Is Mr. Chu going to do nothing?"

"Coach Chen is the only Martial Arts Grandmaster we have in Nanjiang!"

Zhuang Xiaoqing expressed concern, while Luo Yue shook his head, looking complexly towards the center of the observation platform.

He knew it wasn’t that Mr. Chu didn’t want to intervene.

But...

"Haha, truly interesting."

"But yes, a life-and-death duel never specified single combat, so this likely doesn’t break any rules."

The curly-haired young man laughed playfully, standing next to Chu Shihong dressed in a dark suit, squinting as he spoke, "Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Chu?"

As his words settled, an icy realization hit Chu Shihong’s heart, his face slightly darkening, yet he felt helpless.

Qin Xiao, behind him, opened his mouth but quickly saw the curly-haired youth smiling at him.

Meeting his gaze, though displeased, he could only lower his head.

For a moment, everyone’s eyes converged again.

With no one able to intervene, they all looked towards the river bank, watching the bronze, burly youth alone facing off against the two Flying Dragon Sect Masters.

"Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not understanding what true power means."

In a cold tone, blue Qi Force surged around the grey-robed elder, his aura skyrocketing.

The once frail body suddenly became strong and robust, surprisingly displaying a Two Gates Grandmaster with Qi Force and physical strength mastered.

In contrast.

Hum!!

With the assistance of the opponent, Lu Xinglong finally caught his breath.

He performed the Dragon and Crane Skill, forcibly recovering the injury on his chest.

Suppressed hesitation in his eyes, ultimately looking at the burly youth seven or eight meters away.

Such talent, so close to reaching the Extreme Realm.

If not eliminated today, the Flying Dragon Sect would find no peace day or night.

At this moment, individual concerns were forcibly laid aside, as Lu Xinglong’s eyes filled with murderous intent, his weakening aura unexpectedly recovering.

In an instant, the Flying Dragon reemerged, left and right, freezing the sky and rivers.

The surrounding water seemed to still, as unabashed killing intent surged forth.

But unexpectedly, Chen Feng suddenly laughed.

"Old man, you finally decided to step in, huh?"

As his words fell, the grey-robed elder furrowed his brows.

Ignoring his sullen gaze, Chen Feng instead expanded his Perception, encompassing the world around him, facing off with the Black Crow in the sky.

With focused Perception, how could he let Lu Xinglong be saved?

Even before, that move should have ended the opponent’s life.

Yet, inexplicably, his consciousness was briefly interrupted, creating a short-lived flaw.

So, the explanation is singular.

Did you stop me?

"Heh."

Instantly, Chen Feng’s smile retracted, his aura suddenly solidifying.