Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 108 - 107: Slaying the Dragon

"Bold demon! How dare you wreak havoc in Ye Capital! Everyone, shoulder to shoulder, let’s slaughter it and divide the meat!"

Though the Forbidden Army from Tongguan Palace and the Qilin King’s assistants were all taken by the King for his protection.

And most of the city’s remaining garrison and the Six Gates’ Gang Fist masters were mobilized to the Zhang River frontline by the Riding Captain.

But after all, a colossal city like Ye Capital, mixed with aristocracy, is filled with numerous experts. Soon, a batch of servants sold to guard the Public Gate Valve were dispatched to slay the dragon.

Of course, their lives were their own, and they had no desire to stand out. They just thought the monster was only here for a few hundred people to quench its hunger and then it would leave.

Who knew what madness struck this beast, as it stubbornly occupied the north gate, refusing to leave, and was even setting fires everywhere. Now the military supplies and provisions are piled near the north of the city for convenience. If this demon really causes trouble and burns it down, none of us can bear the blame!

As soon as the first person led with an angry roar, from all directions came the repeated thunderous shouts, "Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang... Gang Fist!"

In an instant, more than twenty heavy armor knights gathered. Each was a domineering fighter with Gang Wind protection and fighting spirit enveloped, throwing spears and shooting arrows, wielding swords and sticks, joining the righteous mob beating!

The flood dragon was also unbelievably bold and still refused to retreat! Moreover, this old dragon was of considerable age, with tough skin and thick scales! Those thrown spears and heavy arrows couldn’t even harm it a bit! They bounced off with a clang, leaving not even a white mark!

Instead, it was provoked by a bunch of ants! The demon dragon’s fury exploded! With each roar sounding like thunder!

"Crack, crack, crack, boom!"

With a buildup of power, it swung its head and spat out ring after ring of rolling fire, surrounding itself! Forcing back the ants that had surrounded it while launching a fiery shot, much like an arrow! It hit a warrior who couldn’t dodge fast enough, dousing him head-to-toe! He melted into slag on the spot!

"Dragon Slayer Crossbow! Dragon Slayer Crossbow!"

Some former military warriors had experience, knowing that ordinary weapons couldn’t harm this Divine Beast. Immediately summoning help, they brought out the Dragon Slayer Crossbow left by the Northern Expedition of past years.

The Dragon Slayer Heavy Crossbow, as its name implies, is used to hunt down the rare giant demon monsters in the Yin Mountain Snow Domain and the Northern Ruins. This crossbow requires the power of eight people and the strength of a Gang Fist Hundred to open! Each shot of the Dragon Slayer Spear unleashed with the full force of a National Pillar Martial Saint, a single serious strike! Even this demon flood dragon monster would be pierced and shattered, unable to rise again!

Compared to a solo fight, most people naturally excelled at teamwork. At the sound of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, even without a commander, they understood each other instinctively. On one side, more than ten people took great risks to continue surrounding and taunting, drawing the demon dragon’s attention. Meanwhile, nine others broke off, gathering their Gang Fist, and brought from the arsenal an iron cart two zhang wide!

This iron cart was pulled by four oxen, square and built like a tower, with a winch and turntable under the iron crossbow for agile aiming.

At this moment, an old warrior, double-wielding two great spears, mounted one on the iron cart, shouting,

"Draw the bow!"

"Gen Feng! Gen Feng! Gen Feng!"

Then eight warriors roared in unison, pulling out the full power of fifteen layers of Gang Fist, simultaneously turning the winch to draw the bow from left, right, front, and back!

The flood dragon wasn’t blind either. It let out a cold snort, soaring into the air! Drawing its body in an S-shape and leaping toward the sky! Then ducking down and leaping! Skirting the clouds, directly charging toward the arsenal, its dragon scales like shark fins, slicing open the clouds like blades.

"Execute!"

The old warrior operating the crossbow stomped down onto the trigger!

"Bang!"

"Whoosh!"

Amidst a world-shaking thunderous sound, the Dragon Slayer Spear whipped up a fierce wind! Whistling away! Tearing through the sea of clouds! Aim straight for the demon flood dragon’s head!

But it missed!

Not just missed! It was off by three zhang!

The flood dragon, watching the spear fly off into the sky, couldn’t help but let out a strange laugh, "Heh, heh, heh!"

"What! Impossible!"

The old warrior was shocked, rushing to the crossbow mechanism, only to see that the precise ’pure gold crafted’ sight apparatus at the front had grown verdigris. Instantly furious, with eyes red as a tiger’s and gums clenched tight to the point of shattering!

"You scoundrels!

Dare to swap out the Dragon Slayer Crossbow’s sights!

The Genzhou has been squandered away by them!

Draw again! I’ll aim by hand!"

"Gen Feng! Gen Feng! Gen Feng!"

No further words needed; the Dragon Slayer Crossbow was drawn again! But the flood dragon was already whistling, tearing through the cloud layers, diving down directly from high heaven!

"Hah! Gang Fist Twenty!"

The old warrior was not a Nascent Soul, merely at the Golden Core Realm. Though his vitality wasn’t as robust as in his youth, he presently called forth twenty layers of Gang Fist, muscles bulging and skin tearing, blood streaming down his face. He exerted all his strength, maneuvering the crossbow mount!

"Roar—!"

Dragon Flame! Exploding forth!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The corner Royal Banners of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow cart lit up! Generating a fire shield! Blocking the blaze of demon breath and Dragon Flame!

Indeed! This was a war chariot weathered from fire and blade! A trivial Dragon Flame! How could it be...

"Boom!"

"Ahhh!"

The flood of dragon breath fell like the Milky Way, breaking through the defense, bathing the iron cart in a sea of fire, turning the eight power-wielding archers into charcoal...

Indeed, it wasn’t this dragon being too formidable; it was mainly that the war chariot’s arrayed treasure jade had long been swapped out by someone. Overseers stealing, replacing it with a mess of trash—a facade of gold and jade on the surface.

In a place like Kan Country, with straw-filled winter clothes, one wouldn’t survive the night. Such reckless actions, they’d have been eaten alive long ago.

But in a land as vast and abundant as Gen Kingdom, where resources are plentiful and warehouses filled, it had long been hollowed out.

This truth, the old warrior realized as soon as he saw the bronze sights had been swapped.

That’s why he opened twenty layers of Gang Fist, solely for fighting spirit protection, braving the scorching flames, persisting briefly in the dragon’s breath.

Facing the oncoming fangs,

Enduring the bone-chilling, body-consuming fiery flow.

Dragon Smite.

The kingdom’s pillar, though riddled by termites, iron! Remains iron!

With iron, one can slay a dragon!

"Bang!"

"Roar!"

"Boom!"

The Dragon Slayer Spear brushed past the demon flood dragon’s brow and eyes! Tearing through a row of dragon scales! Leaving a thunder-flash-like bloody mark on the dragon’s bone!

The demon flood dragon bit down and shattered the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, tearing the worn-out steel into fragments, swallowing down glowing red iron and blood together with a raised throat.

"Heh, heh, heh, crackling boom!"

The demon flood dragon roared wildly, its head casting a blaze, setting the surrounding armory and homes to ashes. Then it began spewing fire, flinging away toy-like tile houses around, grabbing those screaming and running in chaos to devour.

A dragon is a dragon.

Once blood is spilled and the taste for people has been acquired.

It goes mad.

"You go south."

Tie Dan pushed Zhen Baiyu onto the river surface, turning to leave.

Zhen Baiyu grabbed him,

"Brother Tie, let’s leave together!"

Tie Dan shook her off,

"My task isn’t done yet."

Then he leapt up onto the broken bridge, summoned back the Taibai Sword Embryo that had stealthily climbed to the tower top, gripped it like a dagger, turned without a word, and charged into the sea of flames, returning to Ye Capital City.

By now, no one dared stand in front of a crazy feral beast. Those martial arts experts all used the excuse of having to protect their masters to slip away. The civilians were left to wander around the closed three gates of Ye Capital like headless flies.

The guards had long fled, but the heavy iron gates at the city entrance had been lowered, so who could escape? Refugees huddled together, wailing and crying, attracting nothing but the demon dragon’s attention, which would burn them with fire and then come to eat them all.

Tie Dan raced along the Zhang River, charging toward the rampaging dragon that engulfed everything in a sea of fire.

He hadn’t fully regained his power, though it seemed he could still push through with a burst.

Also, the Demon Palace’s men did manage to force a vulnerability, so victory wasn’t out of the question.

It’s just too bad, Tie Dan had never seen a Dragon Slayer Spear before. Had he reacted sooner, they might have coordinated a strike. Now the opportunity was lost, and perhaps...

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Suddenly, Tie Dan heard hurried footsteps beside him, turned his head, and saw across the river a young man, stalwart and handsome, with thick brows and large eyes, a face marked with seven moles resembling stars, wearing strong muscular skin, tied with hemp mourning clothes, seemingly just from a mourning hall. At this moment, he was wielding a long spear, charging toward the rampaging dragon in the sea of flames in the same direction as Tie Dan.

The young man saw Tie Dan too, seeing him in Genzhou military gear, stained with bloody debris, armored with wild fire scorch marks, blood at his mouth as if he’d just crawled from purgatory, nodded,

"Dragon slaying?"

Tie Dan nodded,

"Dragon slaying!"

The young man raised his long spear,

"Dragon Strike Spear!"

Tie Dan raised his Taibai Sword,

"Sword in hand!"

"Ha! Ha ha! What a hero!"

The young man was taken aback, laughed aloud, stopped at the river fork, clasped his fists,

"Hold it for a moment for me!"

Tie Dan nodded,

"Okay!"

Just as Tie Dan was turning to run, the young man called out,

"Hero!"

Turning back, he saw the young man no longer smiling, clasping his fists, saying aloud,

"My name is Huan Tianyuan!"

Tie Dan, seeing those thick brows and big eyes, felt a fleeting moment as if seeing Gen Mo from Genzhou, Zhen Zhu from Zhenzhou, and Xiang Rang from Qianzhou.

Thus he halted, clasped his fists, bowing to Huan Yuan across the river.

"My name is Tie Dan."

And so the quiet Zhang River, under the flickering firelight, watched as the two youths nodded farewell, splitting ways, moving towards their shared grim fate.

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