Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 217 - 140: The Might of the Holy Shield Giant, Break out of Encirclement!

Chapter 217: Chapter 140: The Might of the Holy Shield Giant, Break out of Encirclement!

Bang!!

In the spacious Quiet Room behind the venue, wooden chairs shattered and walls were punctured.

Several True Intent Level Sect Leaders were sent flying backward, their bodies covered in blood, severely wounded and unconscious.

The spectacle of killing the chicken to warn the monkey made everyone’s eyelids twitch, especially the Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream Elder who raised objections. They were beaten until they vomited blood, with a slash of blade light penetrating their chest.

"You... Golden Blade Sect... to think you’ve also become Flying Dragon’s dog?"

The elder from Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream turned ashen, incredulous.

He never expected such a strike from behind.

Likewise, top factions such as Whale Body Covering Sea School and Lion Heart Sect also showed faces filled with shock and suspicion; they even shot each other wary glances, breeding mistrust.

"You have sat at the top position for far too long."

Phut!

The blade light was withdrawn, and blood sprayed.

The True Intent Level Elder from the mighty Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream died right there.

And that elder from the Golden Blade Sect unhesitatingly took the seat that the other had just vacated.

In an instant, Li Tong, sitting in the back rows, felt a chill in his heart, already sensing several auras locking onto him.

"I declare myself the Alliance Hierarch of the Southern Martial Alliance."

"Does anyone else object?"

Jiang Yunshan asked with a smile.

The atmosphere grew tense; some people, unable to withstand the immense pressure, were ready to nod in agreement.

Swoosh!!!

Without hesitation, Li Tong burst forth with power, the Red Tiger Illusion coalescing behind him.

In a split second, like a residual shadow, he broke through the Quiet Room window, landing on the rockery and grass of the first floor, about to leave the place.

"Where do you think you’re going!!!"

Yang Chengyuan of Songhe Style was already on guard for his escape.

Scree!

A white Songhe Illusion appeared out of nowhere, managing to catch up despite acting later, bursting through the window to the ground to block him.

Bang!!

Power exploded, crimson and white light clashed.

Li Tong’s figure halted, standing in the center of the grassy ground.

His face sank completely, his peripheral vision catching shadowy figures landing; four True Intent practitioners surrounded him.

Yi Fist Flow, Trigram Palm, Giant Bear Lineage, Fei Niao Sect.

All these schools had blocked his way on the day he arrived at Yun Gang, and they had long been vassals to the Flying Dragon Style.

"Hahaha, Li Tong, to think you would see this day!"

Yang Chengyuan’s face brimmed with satisfaction as he stood squarely in the middle, clearly not forgetting the setback he suffered at Yanwu Gym that day.

The other four True Intents also had ferocious expressions, locking Li Tong down from front, back, left, and right, leaving him no way out.

"Li Tong, just give up."

"Since you dared to return to Yun Gang, don’t think of leaving again."

Voices of mockery and threat rang out, but Li Tong did not respond.

Instead, a strong and unparalleled sense of crisis rose within him, turning his head to look at the redwood corridor next to the rockery grassland.

Tap tap!

Several figures approached, mostly grey-haired elders, wearing Flying Dragon robes.

The weakest among them was still at the True Intent Realm, but this was not the most fatal.

Because, as the fur of the Red Tiger Illusion behind him bristled, Li Tong’s gaze was fixed on the middle-aged man who was surrounded at the center.

With a square face and dressed in a light blue robe.

There was no Flying Dragon pattern, but behind him appeared a vivid, seemingly tangible, Flying Dragon as if descending from the clouds, gazing down with a probing head.

The dragon’s whiskers fluttered, and its vertical pupils were indifferent.

The Grandmaster’s pressure was palpable and unyielding. Li Tong trembled all over, his spine crackling as if it was about to break, and his veins were compressed at high speeds, about to burst.

"Flame Tiger Sect....."

The middle-aged man’s expression was indifferent, the scales on the Flying Dragon next to him seemed real.

"Kneel, submit."

"I can offer you a way out."

With a voice calm as the breeze and light as the clouds, Li Tong clenched his teeth tightly, his blood vessels bursting one after another, his eyes bloodshot.

The tapping footsteps resounded, as Jiang Yunshan and others who were negotiating in the Quiet Room on the second floor made their appearance.

"Greetings, Sect Leader!"

The True Intents of Flying Dragon Style greeted respectfully.

The people from top factions like Giant Elephant Sect had their spirits sink completely.

They had planned to continue stalling, but now the Grandmaster had appeared.

Clearly, they were left with only one choice.

"How about it?"

The middle-aged man’s tone was flat. He paid no attention to the surrounding respectful throng and still looked indifferently at Li Tong.

The imposing Flying Dragon overlooking him remained in position. Under its pressure, the Red Tiger True Intent gradually faded to transparency, the movement to lift its head and roar suppressed, almost lying on the grass-covered ground.

Crack!

The ground began to sag, Li Tong’s spine curved into a bow.

He never anticipated that a former peer and adversary had attained the status of Grandmaster.

The tremendous pressure kept assaulting him; his knees crackled, yet he bit down hard and did not kneel.

In the blink of an eye, blood dripped.

Blood flowed from his eyes, nose, ears, and all seven orifices, staining the white robe with red.

A few True Intents from other schools showed a hint of sympathy but dared not speak up.

"It seems you have made your decision."

Shaking his head, no longer waiting, the middle-aged leader of Flying Dragon Style took steps to leave.

"From now on, then."

"There will be no more Flame Tiger..."

Swoosh!!!!

A sudden loud whoosh from the sky interrupted the middle-aged leader’s words.

Raising a brow, everyone looked skyward.

A flash of gold amidst white plummeted from the heavens, rapidly approaching within sight, like a meteor strike.

The whooshing sound intensified, the grass on the ground swayed, and the rockery cracked.

"This!"

All eyes froze, someone couldn’t help but exclaim!

The wooden boards at the top of the corridor rapidly shattered, cracks spreading like spider webs.

A wild and brute force approached, they all began to feel what Li Tong felt previously.

"Biological Transformation People?"

The middle-aged leader’s expression tightened, with a wave of his hand, the solid-as-life Flying Dragon soared into the sky.

Bang!!

Like two titans colliding, it happened in a breath’s time.