Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 325: I am God, God is me!

The corners of the four Flood Dragons' mouths twitched slightly. This girl, and the one from before, have such venomous tongues! They're all cursing us, aren't they? But never mind. We have no evidence. Besides, the girl who just stepped forward is speaking up for us.

Therefore, the four Flood Dragons were not only not angry, but were also smiling at Zhongli Ruoruo with fawning expressions.

Seeing this, Zhongli Ruoruo could not help but look up at Yuan Yurong triumphantly.

"So I'm the bad guy now!" Yuan Yurong said, her face cold.

"No, no! How could you possibly be the bad guy!"

"Yes, yes, it's only right for you to consider the Benefactor's best interest. We all understand!"

"Although we are beasts, we still understand the principle of repaying kindness!"

"As for those people… humans, in the manor, we didn't touch a single hair on their heads!"

The four Flood Dragons turned to smile at Yuan Yurong, their expressions even more abject and sincere.

Yuan Yurong looked at Zhongli Ruoruo and blinked teasingly.

The four Flood Dragons sensed that something was wrong, and their hearts all clenched. Then, four pairs of helpless eyes turned to Ning Xuan in unison. Pleasing one will surely offend the other. This is too difficult for us!

Ning Xuan didn't look at them, instead gazing in a different direction. The four Flood Dragons instinctively followed his gaze and were immediately ecstatic. They saw more and more Human Slaves—no, members of the Human Race—peering over toward them.

"Look, they're all perfectly fine!" one of the elder Flood Dragons immediately reminded the others joyfully.

But the smile quickly froze on his face, because the crowd was also discussing them in amazement.

"Look! Aren't those kneeling on the ground the four great ancestors of the Flood Dragon clan?"

"That can't be! How could they possibly kneel!"

"It's true! I'm responsible for the ancestral shrine in this beast manor. I've seen their portraits!"

"I've seen them too! It's really them!"

"Hiss… the great ancestors of the Flood Dragon clan are kneeling… kneeling?"

"Yes! And they're kneeling before one of our own Human Race!"

The humans, who had always suffered under their oppression, were all exhilarated. They cried tears of joy, looking at Ning Xuan as if he were a god.

The four elder Flood Dragons were somewhat dumbfounded. They had never anticipated such a consequence. For a moment, murderous intent surged like the sea in their hearts.

Then, POP! POP! Two of the elder Flood Dragons were slain. It was naturally the result of Ning Xuan wielding the Cloud Floating Sword.

"You!"

As the Seal Power dissipated, the remaining two elder Flood Dragons sprang to their feet, their Majestic Pressure immense. The humans, who were a sufficient distance away, were all forced to prostrate themselves on the ground. Several of them spat blood, their bodies trembling violently as fear once again invaded them.

Ning Xuan glanced at the humans, then swept his cold gaze over the remaining two elder Flood Dragons. "They just harbored murderous intent, so they deserved to die," he said sternly. "Do you two no longer wish to undergo Dragon Transformation?"

THUMP! Without a second thought, the two elder Flood Dragons knelt again. Not only did their sea-like Majestic Pressure vanish instantly, but the two of them, without another word, began slapping their own faces.

"Benefactor, please forgive us! We were momentarily confused! We promise it won't happen again!"

They were filled with so much regret. As for their two slain brethren, they had already forgotten them completely. All they could think about was how to redeem themselves in Ning Xuan's eyes.

What they failed to notice was that Yuan Yurong and Zhongli Ruoruo, who had been at odds just moments before, were now exchanging a smile. If not for the fear of being discovered, the two women would have given each other a high-five. The feeling of joining forces to help their Young Master find a reason to eliminate two formidable opponents was incredibly satisfying.

Behind them, Yun Wangshu and Yuan Xueying also let out a long sigh of relief, their worries completely gone.

"You must be aware that we cultivate with this type of Crystal Stone," Ning Xuan said, holding out his hand. "Come now, bring me more of these Crystal Stones, and I will lend you a hand."

The two elder Flood Dragons stared at the Divine Crystal in his hand, lost in a daze.

Ning Xuan looked displeased. "What, are you unwilling?"

"Willing! We are willing!" The two elder Flood Dragons nodded so hard their heads nearly fell off. To them, this was hardly a condition at all!

Our Benefactor is truly merciful! The same thought surfaced in both of their minds. In the next moment, they vanished over the horizon. But soon, the sky in the direction they had disappeared was half-obscured by roiling Turbid Qi as they began purifying the raw ore for the Divine Crystals within. To achieve Dragon Transformation, the two elder Flood Dragons were using every last ounce of their strength.

Ning Xuan glanced over, deeply satisfied. As for the four women, they had already gone to the side of the Human Race, helping the severely injured to their feet.

"Are you celestial maidens sent by the heavens to save us?" an old woman asked, her once-murky eyes now filled with hope.

"We are not," the four women replied in unison after exchanging a look. "But he is a Deity!"

Instantly, all eyes turned to Ning Xuan. Looking at him, they all had the same feeling: his silhouette was as monumental as an eternal monument.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Ning Xuan asked, somewhat puzzled as he withdrew his gaze and turned around.

Then, with a collective THUMP, the entire crowd of humans knelt down together, proclaiming devoutly, "We greet the Deity!"

Ning Xuan looked at the four women, who were all blinking, signaling him to accept the title, but he shook his head. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Stand up. I am no Deity. I'm just an ordinary Martial Artist from the Yuan Ling Continent. You've probably never heard of it. Forget the Yao Guang Realm; even the Cloud Summit Heavenly Palace, which lies below it, is still above the Yuan Ling Continent.

"I am not saying this to boast of my strength. I want to tell all of you that there are no deities in this world! The only True God is oneself! From that perspective, I am God, and God is me!"

Ning Xuan's words left everyone in deep thought. But soon, a voice rang out.

"You've said so much, but it would be more practical to just tell us how to resist the aura of this realm."

Ning Xuan looked toward the voice and saw a young boy. He was sallow and gaunt, yet he stood ramrod straight, meeting Ning Xuan's gaze without a trace of fear. By his side, an adult tried to pull him down, but he stood his ground with stubborn pride.

Ning Xuan was not angry. Instead, his eyes lit up. "What's your name?" he asked with a smile.

"Ying Que!"

"Very good. Come here."

Without any hesitation, the boy Ying Que pulled free from his mother's hand and walked straight toward Ning Xuan. Just as he reached Ning Xuan's side, the two elder Flood Dragons returned.

With a loud CLATTER, a pile of Divine Crystals quickly grew into a small mountain. They were about to speak, but a single look from Ning Xuan silenced them.

Ning Xuan withdrew his gaze, pointed to the Divine Crystals, and said to Ying Que, "Sit over there."

Even with the two elder Flood Dragons so close, Ying Que showed no hesitation. He went straight over and sat down in a meditative posture.

One of the elder Flood Dragons asked tentatively, "Benefactor, you are…"

"Teaching him how to counter the aura of this realm," Ning Xuan answered without concealment.

The two elder Flood Dragons looked at each other, both with peculiar expressions. But as they stared at Ying Que, their shock grew. One of them could no longer contain himself and asked Ying Que in a trembling voice, "Are you the child who was born in the manor twelve years ago?!"