Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

Chapter 358: Chapter 195: Cyan Flood Dragon Sea Suppression! Total Annihilation

Gang Qi surged with the momentum of the saber, man and blade seemingly achieving a perfect resonance in that instant.

”CLANG—!!!!!”

The instant the saber and spear met, there was no crisp clang of metal, but rather a terrifying, thunderous boom that felt stiflingly deep.

A visible shockwave erupted from the point of impact, expanding in a ring with the two combatants at its center.

Below them, the water’s surface within a thirty-zhang radius was slammed down as if by an invisible giant palm, caving in with a roar before violently rebounding, blasting a circular wall of water dozens of zhang into the air.

Amid the whirlwind of Fierce Qi, the two figures broke apart on contact, both sent flying backward.

Chen Sheng stumbled back dozens of zhang before managing to steady himself on the water’s surface, ripples spreading out from beneath his feet.

Zhou Kuohai, however, retreated less than ten zhang before coming to a sudden stop. The disparity in their strength was immediately apparent.

Even so, Zhou Kuohai was less than pleased.

After all, Chen Sheng had only just entered the Primordial Sea, yet he could already unleash such terrifying power. ’If he advances further,’ he thought, ’won’t I just be waiting for my own execution?’

”Barely into the Primordial Sea, yet you dream of challenging a Thunder Sound master? Chen Sheng, today I will teach you the price of arrogance!”

Zhou Kuohai snorted coldly. Suppressing the roiling qi and blood within him, he was about to press the attack again.

However, Li Jizhou had already nonchalantly shredded the Water Flood Dragon assailing him with a flick of his sword.

With a flicker of his body, he became like a silver phantom, instantly cutting into the fray. The light from his sword flashed like a bolt of silk, a piercing rainbow, striking straight for Zhou Kuohai’s ribs and forcing him to swing his spear around to block.

”CLANG!”

Sparks flew as the spear and sword met.

Zhou Kuohai’s body trembled slightly, while Li Jizhou was thrown back more than ten zhang. But in the next instant, he shifted his sword stance to dissipate the force, then surged forward again without the slightest pause, his sword light a dense, unceasing blur that clung to his opponent like a shadow.

Seeing his chance, Chen Sheng took a deep breath. The qi and blood throughout his body flared, boiling like a roaring furnace.

The next moment, he stepped forward, his body transforming into a crimson streak of light. He formed a pincer attack with Li Jizhou, slashing his saber toward Zhou Kuohai’s head as he roared in a low voice:

”Vice Envoy Li, leave Zhou Kuohai to me! Go help Vice Envoy Sun! End it quickly—take out those two from the Blood River Sect and then rejoin us!”

The light from his saber was terrifyingly sharp, as if it could cleave the very sky in two.

With the two of them attacking together, their might was more than doubled.

Although Zhou Kuohai’s Cultivation was a notch higher, he was hampered by an old injury. Now, facing a ferocious pincer attack from two Profound Mastery Realm experts, he was actually forced back repeatedly, the momentum of his spear growing slightly chaotic.

”Can you handle him alone?”

Li Jizhou spared a glance for Chen Sheng, unable to hide the astonishment in his eyes behind the silver mask.

He knew Chen Sheng was no ordinary man; otherwise, he wouldn’t have earned the high regard of Nie Xuanfeng and Vice Envoy Sun Yuzhi.

But he never expected that someone who had just entered the Profound Mastery Realm could display combat power nearly equal to his own.

’This young man’s potential is terrifying.’

Even though Chen Sheng had yet to reach the fifth rank officially, Li Jizhou now regarded him as an equal—someone who even warranted his serious consideration.

After all, the future of a Martial Dao genius like him was limitless.

Barring any accidents, the Profound Mastery Realm would likely not be his final stop.

”I’ll be fine!”

Chen Sheng’s reply was short and forceful. His gaze remained locked on Zhou Kuohai, his fighting spirit surging.

He still had a trump card to play—the Nine Nether Yin Fire was prepared for a powerful enemy just like Zhou Kuohai.

He just hadn’t found the right opportunity to use it yet.

”Then be careful!”

After a brief moment of deliberation, Li Jizhou hesitated no longer. Leaving behind a word of warning, his figure abruptly reversed course.

He became a silver streak, shooting toward the distant spot where Sun Yuzhi, the glint of her spear like a dragon’s fury, was locked in a fierce battle with two experts from the Blood River Sect.

The situation was currently a three-on-three stalemate.

He and Chen Sheng together could suppress Zhou Kuohai, but their opponent’s Cultivation was higher and he held the advantage of terrain. It would be difficult to secure a victory quickly.

Meanwhile, Sun Yuzhi was holding her own against two opponents, but a swift victory was equally out of reach.

The key to breaking the deadlock was to first concentrate their power and shatter the balance on one of the other fronts.

As long as Chen Sheng could keep Zhou Kuohai occupied for a short while, he and Sun Yuzhi, working together, were almost certain to swiftly crush the two Profound Mastery cultivators from the Blood River Sect.

”Hah—!”

Seeing Li Jizhou depart, a cold light flared in Zhou Kuohai’s eyes.

’Chen Sheng dares to face me alone?’

’He’s courting death!’

’If I can defeat or even kill Chen Sheng quickly, I can reverse the course of this battle in an instant!’

At this thought, Zhou Kuohai held nothing back. Amid a furious roar, his robes began to whip about though there was no wind, and an unnatural crimson flush crept across his face.

He was ignoring his old injuries, forcibly activating some kind of Secret Technique to push himself to his absolute peak.

In that instant, an aura far more violent than before erupted from him and shot toward the heavens.

The vast Yunze Waters beneath his feet seemed to resonate with him as columns of water shot skyward as if answering a summons, rapidly spinning and merging around his body.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic Water Flood Dragon—over thirty zhang long, its scales distinct and startlingly lifelike—took form. It coiled in midair, exuding a suffocating pressure.

This was none other than one of his killing moves: Cyan Flood Dragon Sea Suppression!

Zhou Kuohai stood upon the flood dragon’s head, man and beast seemingly merged into one. Wielding the power to capsize rivers and seas, he hurtled toward Chen Sheng.

The massive flood dragon opened its abyssal maw, preparing to swallow Chen Sheng and the very space he occupied.

Chen Sheng’s pupils constricted, but his expression remained firm and resolute.

The True Essence in his body surged like a great river. He raised his Dragon Roar Blade again, preparing to unleash his strongest strike.

But Zhou Kuohai’s combat experience was far too rich. At the same moment the great flood dragon lunged, two Spirit Talismans silently activated from within his sleeve. They transformed into streaks of gold and cyan light that, despite being launched later, arrived first, instantly appearing in the path of Chen Sheng’s saber light.

”BOOM! BOOM!”

The Spirit Talismans exploded into solid barriers of Spiritual Power. Although the saber light shattered them, they succeeded in blocking the strike.

But that split-second delay was all it took. The colossal Water Flood Dragon had already crossed the empty space, its massive jaws snapping shut and completely engulfing Chen Sheng’s figure.

Then, the flood dragon whipped its tail, bringing the full force of Mount Tai Pressing Down as it slammed the engulfed Chen Sheng viciously into the vast waters below.

”BOOOOM—!!!!”

The impact was like a meteor striking the ocean.

A terrifying, deafening boom erupted from the point of impact.

A crater over a hundred zhang in diameter instantly formed on the surface, displacing an incalculable volume of water.

This threw up a monstrous wave nearly a hundred zhang high, which spread out in all directions like a tsunami.

Several smaller warships near the battle were swatted aside and torn apart by the wave as if they were made of paper.

Refusing to let up, Zhou Kuohai pressed his advantage. The instant the great flood dragon struck the water, he was already diving after it like a shadow, spear in hand, intending to deliver the killing blow while Chen Sheng was disoriented and unstable beneath the waves.

Here in the water, he reigned supreme!

However—

”DONG—!!!!!”

Before Zhou Kuohai could make his move, the grand, resonant toll of a great bell suddenly pierced through the churning chaos of the water below, echoing throughout the entire Fulong Creek.

In the next moment, the water below began to churn violently as a massive whirlpool rapidly formed.

From the center of the vortex, a brilliant pillar of interwoven gold and crimson light erupted from the water and shot toward the heavens.

Within the pillar of light, Chen Sheng stood, saber in hand, enveloped by the phantasmal image of an incredibly solid Golden Bell covered in flowing runes.

Blood-red patterns flickered across the Golden Bell’s surface. As the bell’s form trembled, visible ripples of pale gold soundwaves spread out, pushing aside and calming the surrounding violent currents and crushing water pressure.

It was the Innate Protective Golden Bell!

”What?!”

Zhou Kuohai’s dive came to a screeching halt, his eyes showing a trace of disbelief for the first time.

Had his all-out Cyan Flood Dragon Sea Suppression attack really been blocked, just like that?

Chen Sheng’s gaze fell upon Zhou Kuohai. Without a word, he stomped on the whirlpool, using the power of the water to launch himself into the sky.

With the Golden Bell Protection active, he pointed his Dragon Roar Blade directly at Zhou Kuohai and launched his own counterattack.

Meanwhile, the aquatic battlefield, stretching for ten thousand zhang, had transformed into an Asura’s slaughterhouse.

High in the sky, Sun Yuzhi’s red spear moved like a dragon, and Li Jizhou’s sword flashed like snow. They battled two experts from the Blood River Sect, their blood-red robes fluttering, with such intensity that the very elements seemed to shift, crisscrossing the air with blasts of Gang Qi.

On the surface of the water and across the decks of the warships, eight hundred Jingwu Guards were locked in a brutal life-or-death struggle with the fearless water bandits of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance.

The flash of blades and glint of swords filled the air as crossbow bolts flew. Roars of fury and agonizing screams were incessant as crimson blood stained the jade-green waves red.

At this moment, here in the treacherous Fulong Creek, the battle to exterminate the bandits—a battle that would decide the fate of all Yunze—had finally reached its bloody, white-hot climax.

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