FRGNM -Chapter 313 Moon-Slaying Dragon Chant

“Dragon Chant?” With his swordlike brows lifting slightly, Luo Mingyu looked at the dagger ahead and gave a disdainful smile. Something like this was completely useless against his Nine Nether Yin Qi. Here, Dou Qi might be restricted by the terrain, but that didn’t mean his Nine Nether Qi couldn’t be used as well.

The corners of his mouth curled upward as the white figure stepped forward. Black Nine Nether Qi gathered in his hand, the murderous aura in his eyes surging violently. A streak of black killing intent suddenly appeared between his brows, making one’s heart tremble in fear.

Buzz!

The sound of dragon chanting rang out continuously, yet the golden light did not entangle with Luo Mingyu at all. Instead, it retreated straight back into the dagger. The heavy dagger trembled slightly, as if waiting for something. Faint figures kept emerging from it, and the sound it made even carried a hint of pitifulness.

The man standing there watched as the light in his eyes flickered. He couldn’t help but sigh, then calmly raised a hand into the air. “Come back—Moon-Slaying Dragon Chant. Annihilate.”

Buzz!

Golden light shot straight into the sky, racing forward like lightning. The spinning dagger, as obedient as a child, whooshed and flew directly into Jiang Yu’s hand.

The dagger that originally required ten men to lift was now held effortlessly by a ten-year-old child. The people who had carried it here all turned pale, secretly wondering just how terrifying this child’s strength had to be.

Gripping the Annihilator in his hand, the cold light in Jiang Yu’s eyes intensified. He raised his hand and slapped the dagger sharply, saying coldly, “If you dare run around again next time, I’ll destroy you!”

With a flick of his right hand, the dagger at his waist trembled and swiftly fell into his grasp, transforming directly into the dagger’s sheath. He quickly sheathed the Annihilator. A flash of golden light passed, and the aura of the Annihilator vanished completely. Using a dragon’s aura to suppress Dou Qi masters and prevent them from acting—this really was despicable.

“You… how can you possibly use Dragon Chant? Who are you?!” Wu Jun’s face changed drastically. His twisted expression stared at the boy before him. A ten-year-old child had taken away Dragon Chant, which had cost them two Purple Venerables to subdue. Even if this were told to others, no one would believe it.

Coldly staring at the man ahead, Jiang Yu clasped his hands behind his back. A flash of cold light appeared as he sneered, “Oh? Who am I? You steal my belongings and still ask who the owner is?”

“What a joke! Dragon Chant was obtained by our nation a hundred years ago. How old are you? How could this thing possibly be yours!” Wu Jun’s dark pupils contracted as he sucked in a breath of cold air. No matter what, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Listening Sea’s condition is very bad.” Slender fingers rested on Ting Hai’s wrist as Ling Ruoxi’s face sank. Qing Yi held Ting Hai’s other wrist, his swordlike brows tightly furrowed. If only they had arrived earlier—if only they had discovered Ting Hai’s whereabouts sooner—then the man before them wouldn’t have ended up like this…

Her long lashes trembled. Ling Ruoxi released Ting Hai’s wrist and turned her head toward the others. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to save him, but… Ting Hai’s meridians had been completely severed for over three days. The best treatment window had already been missed. In the meantime, he had been brutally beaten—his bones dislocated and fractured. She could only first set his broken bones, then slowly reconnect his damaged meridians.

“How is it?” Luo Mingyu frowned as he met Ling Ruoxi’s gaze. The Nine Nether Qi around him grew even stronger.

Seeing Ling Ruoxi’s expression, Silver Wolf already knew something was wrong. His brows knit tightly as he glared at Wu Jun opposite them. “What did you do to him? Ting Hai… he…”

But Silver Wolf realized he couldn’t continue. From Ling Ruoxi’s awareness, he knew Ting Hai was Luo Mingyu’s protector, mainly responsible for gathering intelligence. Now… no wonder Luo Mingyu was furious. Ting Hai had become like this for his sake—how could anyone not feel guilt?

“So this brat is one of your people? You’re Dou Qi masters too?” Wu Jun sneered coldly, light flashing in his eyes. “Hmph, this terrain is strange—Dou Qi masters can’t use their Dou Qi here. Even if you are Dou Qi masters, so what?” Behind him, the army quickly advanced. He had brought thirty thousand troops here to capture Yin Liang. How could these few people possibly stand against his thirty thousand soldiers?

The man standing there curled his lips, killing intent surging. A cold glint flashed deep in his eyes as he asked with a hint of wickedness, “Oh? Are you saying I still can’t kill you?”

“You… ugh—”

Bang!

The white figure moved like a ghost, arriving in an instant. His spread fingers landed coldly on Wu Jun’s cheek, yanking him backward violently. Wu Jun’s body flew back and smashed into a tree with a dull thud.

The onlookers had long since gone pale. They couldn’t even keep up with Luo Mingyu’s speed, only watching helplessly as Wu Jun was sent flying. Their prized Dragon Chant had also fallen into that child’s hands—this was simply a difference of levels!

A flash of purple cold light burst forth from Luo Mingyu’s eyes. A heavy foot came crashing down as he stood with his hands behind his back. A murderous glint flashed through his indifferent eyes. “Tell me—how should I torture you?”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t! I was just following orders! This has nothing to do with me!” Wu Jun’s face changed drastically as he waved his hands frantically. That foot on his chest felt like Mount Tai pressing down on him, leaving him unable to move. Even without using Dou Qi, this Dou Qi master was still this terrifying—his little tricks were nothing.

Raising a brow, Luo Mingyu sneered. “Oh? Did the person above you also tell you to cripple his limbs, sever all his meridians, and break every bone in his body? Hmph!”

“Ahhh!” The pressure under his foot suddenly increased. Wu Jun’s face twisted as screams echoed through the air. Cold sweat poured from his forehead as the pain left him unable to breathe.

Forcing his eyes open, Wu Jun roared, “You bastard! How dare you treat me like this! I’m telling you—there are thirty thousand soldiers opposite us. Even if you kill me, you won’t make it out alive!”

“Thirty thousand soldiers, hmm?” Luo Mingyu smiled coldly as he looked at the army ahead. A sharp glint flashed in his dark eyes. “How about letting these thirty thousand troops be buried together with Master Yin Liang?”

“What? Master Yin Liang—he’s really dead? No, impossible! Isn’t he immortal?” Wu Jun’s face changed dramatically as he stared in horror. They had already investigated Yin Liang’s origins thoroughly—how could this be happening?!

Silver Wolf snorted coldly. “You think anyone can be that abnormal? Master Yin Liang was immortal because he once swallowed a deadly poison and had the support of Heaven-and-Earth Spirit Martial forces, allowing him to regenerate endlessly. But burn him with fire, and there’s nothing left.”

“So that’s how it is. But so what? Do you really think you can break my thirty-thousand-strong army? Release me, and I’ll let you leave! Otherwise—otherwise I’ll drag you all down with me!”
Wu Jun went all out, throwing out his ultimatum.

As if hearing the most ridiculous joke, Jiang Yu stared at Wu Jun coldly. “Thirty thousand troops? I’ll make them all disappear from this world within one hour!”

“What are you planning to do? You can’t use Dragon Chant!” Suddenly realizing something, Wu Jun wanted to slap himself. Dragon Chant’s power was still there—once that weapon was unsheathed, forget thirty thousand; even three hundred thousand soldiers could be wiped out in an instant!

Luo Mingyu merely raised his hand indifferently. “My affairs are none of your concern. Ruoxi, take Ting Hai to Hua Chou’s place first. Leave this to me. I’ll handle it alone.” His resolute gaze stared coldly ahead. Everyone knew—this man was truly enraged.

“You two, stop staring and help think of a way to get him out. You can’t touch his bones.” Ling Ruoxi quickly pulled Silver Wolf and Qing Yi over, frowning slightly. But how were they supposed to send him back now?

Silver Wolf gave a bitter smile. “Ruoxi, do you really think I can still use Dou Qi? If we don’t touch his bones, how are we supposed to lift him… lift him up?”

A strand of black killing qi dragged Ting Hai’s body along, perfectly steady, without touching his injuries at all.

Those who had remained behind all retreated. The group headed toward the village. Yet when the masked Hua Chou passed by, the crowd that had been gathered quickly retreated more than three meters, unwilling to get close to him at all.

Silver Wolf frowned. “Using you to clear the way works pretty well. Do it like this next time too!”

“…”

A gentle breeze rose. The army ahead still stood in formation, icy killing intent surging toward them, suffocating in its intensity. Thirty thousand troops—yet they couldn’t withstand the murderous aura of a single man.

Wu Jun still lay on the ground, groaning softly. His eyes were already bloodshot, but he had no way to get up. That kick had crippled his spine; any movement brought searing pain. Lying still was the only option.

“Watch with your own eyes—how your army dies!” Black killing qi swirled around him like a cloak. Taking a step forward, the black figure ahead dragged a blood-thirsty black scythe in his hand, advancing step by step.

Nine Nether Qi—the most terrifying aura from hell itself. Its intense killing intent spread wildly, bursting out in all directions like ancient tree roots.

“Waaah! Help!”

“Oh heavens, what are these things?! Ahhh!”

“Run! Run now—hurry!”

The earth trembled violently. With a sudden quake, black Nine Nether Qi burst from the ground like vines, shooting upward one after another. The moment they touched a person, flesh and blood were instantly reduced to nothingness!

“This… what kind of aura is this?” Wu Jun stared ahead in terror, his eyes locking onto the blood-thirsty black scythe. It felt as if something exploded in his mind, and he sucked in a sharp breath. That man… that man…

A black lotus bloomed on his forehead, flashing with a bewitching aura as the Nine Nether Qi spread in all directions. A cold glint flashed—then the black dagger slashed down violently, sweeping forward.