Chapter 839: Chapter 80: Blood Sacrifice! Right and Wrong No Longer Matter to Me. (Part 2)

Today, I can actually achieve this step!

True Dragon Transformation.

It’s not just cultivation; the Black Jiao’s actions this time have already accumulated some dragon energy on its own.

——Move Mountains!

Duncan’s figure soared into the sky, his muscles and bones swelling, with fierce aura from the Military School and martial arts cultivation all in a frenzy, showing signs of a Barbarian-like frenzy. His muscles bulged with veins popping, turning into a small giant over ten feet tall.

Boom!

The Large Clumsy Hand struck out, causing distant rocks to explode, and with a rumbling sound, even a corner of the mountain collapsed.

Shijia Zhixiang Skill!

Rise.

Overlord’s 鼎举 Skill!

Rise.

Duncan lifted a huge stone weighing over ten tons above his head with both hands and then hurled it out. The massive stone whistled through the air, plunging into the water and stirring up huge waves. Duncan exerted his power again, his terrifying cultivation like the Divine Power of moving mountains and filling seas, actually lifting a small mountaintop. Under the shocked gaze of the Black Jiao, he filled the broken mountaintop into the river channel.

The flood was blocked, and the backflow of floodwater subsided somewhat.

Then Duncan struck down a section of the city wall, carrying a giant wall on his shoulders. While the Black Jiao used its body to block the flood peak, he filled it into the river channel, blocking the backflow of water from the Poyang Lake basin.

It is unknown how much time passed.

Duncan’s expression was utterly exhausted, yet under the mighty power of one man and one dragon, the breach in the Jiangzhou dyke was actually repaired by seventy to eighty percent. Even from afar, there was a dense crowd of nearly a thousand people, including both the civilians and soldiers of the Southern Tang. Under the call of a scholar named Lu Xiu, they carried sandbags and stones to build dykes, contributing what little they could.

Manpower runs out eventually. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Although Duncan could not save everyone, he at least minimized the flood’s impact.

The silhouette of the Black Jiao finally surfaced from the river channel, with many dragon scales shattered.

The power of natural disasters.

Even a True Dragon can’t hold on for too long; that impact is not something ordinary creatures can withstand.

All the people along the shore knelt on the ground, with Duncan standing bare-chested on the dragon’s head, overlooking all beings, then riding the dragon into the sky, using his Divine Power Cultivation to disperse the oppressive clouds.

At an unknown time, a ray of sunlight appeared on the horizon, and the survivors embraced each other and wept.

"The Yangtze River’s dyke broke, and all lives suffered."

"Right and wrong."

"I no longer care!"

Duncan gently stroked the dragon horn in his hand and said to the black dragon below him, "Would you be willing to fight with me once more?"

The Black Jiao let out a series of high-pitched dragon roars, though its body was covered in wounds, its fighting spirit was still vigorous.

This is what it imagined a True Dragon should do!

Even if it meant death at this moment, it would have no fear.

"Very well."

Duncan squatted down, encouragingly patting the Black Jiao’s dragon head, and slowly said, "Then let us fight one more time."

Roar!

A dragon roar echoed through the heavens and the earth.

Duncan no longer concealed his cultivation, exposing his millennia-old Daoist practice as he rode the black dragon up into the air, heading all the way north of Jiangzhou.

"Dragon!"

"There’s a dragon in the sky!"

Voices of terror and despair rose one after another.

Above the Northern Song army camp aiding the Southern Tang, a hideous black dragon appeared above the dark clouds, in the camp’s center, a burly, fierce man rushed out, holding an iron spear, looking up at the sky, and stood still in shock.

This person was Wang Jixun, well-versed in strategy, and recklessly brave, known for using the iron whip, iron spear, and iron hammer, hence called "Wang San Tie" in the army.

Wang Jixun was the brother-in-law of Northern Song’s founding emperor Zhao Kuangyin. His atrocious deeds of human consumption were repeatedly recorded in history books.

He took pleasure in "cutting flesh from slaves alive," even grilling human meat before the victims, pairing it with the "hand-washing crab" sauce recorded in the "Dreams of Splendid Tokyo." According to "The History of Song," during his tenure at Luoyang, he killed and consumed over a hundred slaves in five years, and the remains were carelessly discarded in the mass grave site in the west of the city.

Although Zhao Kuangyin received numerous reports, he only imposed symbolic punishments like "removal from office but retaining salary" and "exile to Dengzhou," actually indulging him to continue his dastardly acts.

His mansion once became a "human flesh buffet," frequented by human traffickers and coffin merchants, leaving Luoyang citizens too afraid to report him due to fear of royal power.

The Northern Song army also had a tradition of cannibalism, yet this guy’s actions were recorded in official history.

In this world, some people’s moral compass has surpassed Duncan’s estimates. As the Yangtze River suddenly broke its dyke, there were still Northern Song troops, and even some Daoist experts to the north of Jiangzhou. At this moment, right and wrong no longer mattered to Duncan.

He wanted to commemorate the innocent tens of thousands of drowned souls along the Yangtze River’s banks!

"Men! Draw the bow!" Wang Jixun exclaimed.

No sooner had his words fallen than a murderous figure descended from the sky.

Dragon Capturing Skill.

Duncan’s figure was like a god of slaughter descending to the world. At the moment he raised his hand, Wang Jixun was captured in his grasp. This man was a martial arts expert of the Military School and was among the top generals among mortals, with his mastery of outer skills and the ferocious aura of the Military School.

Crack!

With a heartrending scream, Duncan crushed Wang Jixun’s limb bones. Then he surveyed the area, looking at the terrified guards and soldiers gathering near the tents, expressionless as he placed his hand on Wang Jixun’s neck.

Zzz!

Duncan grabbed Wang Jixun’s cervical spine, then shattered all his bodily meridians with hidden force, and used the True Yuan from his Immortal Changchun Skill to protect his heart pulse, ensuring he wouldn’t die immediately.