Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Save Me
Just half of its form emerged, and the lake’s water rose several meters.
When that massive head appeared before everyone, some disciples became dazed, unable to stand, murmuring:
"True Dragon!"
"Ancient True Spirit!"
Many disciples trembled under the overwhelming aura, even forgetting to speak.
Although the young True Dragon before was indeed a True Dragon, it did not possess this kind of crushing aura.
Seeing Ji Yang stepping on the young True Dragon, many disciples even thought about trying it themselves.
But now, the adult True Dragon left everyone unable to feel even the slightest sense of resistance; the suppression of absolute power was overwhelming.
Watching just the head of the True Dragon emerge, Ji Yang quietly shifted his foot away. Since he had already obtained the Golden Light Points, perhaps letting this dragon go would be better?
Of course, he was not afraid; he just thought that dragon meat was overrated!
Cough.
As the light golden head appeared on the lake, Senior Uncle Mei in the front also took a slight step back.
This was not out of fear, but in the clash of auras, it was clear that he was at a disadvantage.
If he hadn’t been in front, many disciples behind him would have been crushed into pieces under that powerful pressure.
"Die!"
As the True Dragon spoke, its two horns contained immense spiritual energy from the heavens and earth.
In the next moment, bolts of lightning erupted from its horns, rushing toward Ji Yang.
The power was extraordinary.
At this moment, Senior Uncle Mei also wore a serious expression but did not retreat; he merely waved his fishing rod lightly.
The five-colored light on the fishing rod shone in unison, and a massive shadow of a fishing rod appeared, dancing along with his arm, intercepting the incoming lightning one by one.
However, there were far too many bolts of lightning, and with the added pressure from the True Dragon ahead, Senior Uncle Mei’s movements were slightly delayed.
Due to that slight delay, several bolts of lightning crossed the edge of Senior Uncle Mei and struck toward Ji Yang.
Although Ji Yang had weathered the calamity before, lightning was not overly effective against him; he still remained cautious since it was clear that in this confrontation, Senior Uncle Mei was being thoroughly suppressed.
As the lightning was about to strike Ji Yang, he remained calm and collected. Gathering his True Essence, he shouted loudly:
"Master, save me!"
"Save me!"
"Me!"
…
The sound was far louder than the thunder, piercing through layers of Formations and reaching every corner of the He Dao Sect. The echoes lingered beautifully, resonating in the air.
This was a sound transmission technique called "Big Horn" that Ji Yang developed after observing Senior Brother Wu Yun’s spells.
However, when Ji Yang executed it, its power increased several levels.
This technique was Ji Yang’s invincible treasure within the sect!
It was also his winning move that he did not care about when facing a troubling calamity!
As the booming voice spread out, the approaching lightning shattered into several pieces. Many disciples, overwhelmed by the sound, instinctively covered their ears and instantly lost their hearing.
Even Senior Uncle Mei frowned, his movements momentarily halted.
When the echoes reached various peaks of the sect, countless disciples turned their gaze toward Tianxing Lake, their faces filled with confusion.
An elder deacon displayed a look of surprise and transformed into a streak of light, flying toward Tianxing Lake.
After Ji Yang finished shouting, the remaining lightning struck his body.
Ji Yang trembled slightly, then felt a wave of comfort wash over him.
Electrified, Ji Yang maintained his composure and continued to stand atop the young True Dragon’s body. To prevent it from escaping, Ji Yang had just stepped on its little tail!
The True Dragon on the lake suddenly bristled with anger.
The entire Tianxing Lake was soon swept by a fierce wind, and the sky darkened ominously. The head of the True Dragon surfaced from the water, clearly preparing to reveal its full form, and it was taking this very seriously.
This overwhelming aura left Senior Uncle Mei with a face full of disbelief:
"You’re so fierce, you should block it!"
Ji Yang glanced down at the young True Dragon beneath him, then looked at the powerful presence ahead, and finally, glanced around, feeling somewhat uneasy.
"Where is his master?"
"Where is Ye Wuchen?"
"Will that stone tablet need a new name?"
Before Ji Yang could think further, the True Dragon leaped out of the water and soared into the thick clouds.
Its form fully revealed, measuring hundreds of feet long, each golden scale glimmered with a faint light; its sheer size could cover Jingtan Peak.
The next moment, a torrential downpour fell from the sky. The rain was rich in spiritual energy, but it could not be absorbed by cultivators and instead absorbed all other spiritual energy from the heavens and earth—this was the True Spirit’s powerful innate ability.
Controlling water and fire, this was not ordinary water and fire.
As the rain fell, dark storm clouds began to gather in the sky.
It is said that a few True Spirits are favored by the heavens and can manipulate lightning, borrowing power from the world.
The True Dragon was one of them!
As thunder echoed loudly in the sky, many disciples in the sect expressed their confusion, unsure of what was happening.
But in the next moment, countless bolts of lightning descended from above, intent on destroying the He Dao Sect.
Their primary target was, surprisingly, the Tianxing Lake where Ji Yang was located.
Ji Yang, receiving special care, still glanced around him.
Where is everyone?
Senior Uncle Mei, feeling the growing power above, also searched the surroundings with a puzzled look:
"Where are they?"
Hadn’t he notified them earlier? Why hadn’t they shown up yet?
Watching the many bolts of lightning fall, Senior Uncle Mei sighed lightly; he knew he was no match for the True Dragon at his age!
Just as he prepared to act, a figure appeared out of thin air in the sky.
Clad in blue robes, the figure held an ordinary long sword, but a red wine gourd at the waist caught the eye.
Seeing this, Ji Yang felt a wave of relief. Perfect!
He then glanced down at the proudly posturing young True Dragon and could not resist stepping on it a couple more times.
Noticing this, Senior Uncle Mei also put away his fishing rod, glanced at Ji Yang, and then vanished from sight.
As countless bolts of lightning were about to strike the He Dao Sect, Ye Wuchen in the sky waved his long sword lightly, sending hundreds of thousands of Thousands of Sword Energies scattering in all directions.
These sword energies seemed to possess intelligence, each one seeking a falling bolt of lightning.
At the moment they collided, both the lightning and the sword energies dissipated.
In just a moment, all the lightning and sword energies had vanished as if they had never existed; everything in the He Dao Sect remained normal, untouched by the lightning.
Ji Yang was shocked at the sight of this sword.
What level of mastery does his master possess?
While blocking lightning isn’t too difficult, that level of precision and control, along with the perfect timing—wasting not a single bit of energy to exhaust the lightning—was beyond him.
He found himself unable to keep up.
With his current control abilities, he could only manipulate several hundred Thousands of Sword Energies, and even then, it wasn’t enough; he couldn’t ensure each attack was perfectly executed.
The True Dragon swirling in the thunderclouds also paused mid-air, wondering about his large spell.
After stopping, the True Dragon turned its gaze toward the figure in the sky.
