An Zichen looked at Poseidon, who had exploded into a pile of minced flesh.

Her pale cheeks revealed a faint smile.

An Zichen's fragile and sanctified gaze rested on Yang Fei's cheeks.

The expression in her eyes was incredibly warm.

"With this, Poseidon is dead, and I'll leave the mess in the Dragon King Hall to you," she said.

"I might not make it through this…"

As she spoke, she removed a ring from her left ring finger and placed it in the palm of Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei looked down at it.

The ring was dark and unremarkable.

However, its metallic texture was unique, cold to the bone.

It instantly calmed the restless, fearful heart.

Just as he was about to say something, An Zichen suddenly vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood with a retching sound.

Yang Fei was shocked, quickly feeling for An Zichen's pulse.

An Zichen's pulse was extremely disordered, as thin as a thread.

Inside her body, her organs and meridians had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Yang Fei's eyes soured.

Seeing An Zichen's condition, it seemed even a Daluo Golden Immortal could not save her now.

Yang Fei took out a silver needle and circulated his Essence Qi.

The silver needle spun rapidly in his hand.

Then, Yang Fei inserted the silver needle into a hundred and eight vital acupoints on An Zichen's body.

Xuantian Nine Needles!

This was the acupuncture technique taught to Yang Fei by Uncle Yu.

It was said that when mastered to the highest level, as long as there was a breath left, it could stimulate one's potential and keep them alive.

However, Yang Fei had only learned up to the third needle.

In an instant, Yang Fei had already pricked all the major acupoints on An Zichen's body.

An Zichen no longer vomited blood, but her breath grew even weaker, as if it could cease at any moment.

Laura and three or four surviving members of the Dragon God Guard stumbled over.

They knelt before An Zichen, crying out loud.

"Lord Dragon King, you must be okay," they sobbed.

"Lord Dragon King, you have to hold on; we cannot lose you," they pleaded.

...

An Zichen's breath was faint, yet her mind was not disordered at all.

She could no longer speak, but she slightly raised her hand and pointed at the black iron ring in Yang Fei's hand.

Laura understood, choking back tears and nodding her head.

"Please rest easy, Lord Dragon King, we will definitely follow the new master's orders," she assured.

"Just… please take care of yourself. Let your subordinate die for you?" she pleaded.

Not far off, Chen Yu, Chijin, and others stood as if petrified.

They too were stunned by this dramatic change.

Silver Poison King quietly shifted his position, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Bang!

The next second, a gunshot rang out.

The body of Silver Poison King flew out, blood sprinkling through the air.

There was a large hole in his heart, bloody and frightening.

Mad Blade arrogantly blew the smoke away from the barrel of his Heavy Sniper, sounding indifferent.

"Anyone who tries to run will end up like him," he said.

Silver Poison King's body fell at the steps, tumbled twice, and then lay still.

His eyes unbelievingly fixed on Mad Blade.

Mad Blade had blasted his heart with a single shot.

Even if he had wanted to release his Gu Insects, he no longer had the strength.

Having said that, Mad Blade, without even looking up, fired another shot.

This shot completely exploded Silver Poison King's head.

The death of Silver Poison King thoroughly reminded Chen Yu and his group.

The Mingtang Disciples had already taken control of Holy Island.

And with Yang Fei and other formidable figures sniping, they were invincible.

If they did not leave now, they would only be waiting to die.

Chen Yu burst forth, heading downhill to escape.

Chijin followed closely behind him.

Silver Dragon Messenger reacted a step slower but also sprinted down the hill after Chen Yu.

Mad Blade lifted his gun and fired, with Xiao Xuanya, Yan Wuxin, and Fan Yi sniping together.

The three masters moved as fast as lightning.

However fast they were, they were not as fast as a bullet.

Bang!

The Silver Dragon Messenger was shot first, his occipital bone blown open by Xiao Xuanya's sniper bullet.

In his agonizing scream, his body tumbled and fell down the stone steps.

This internal strife on Dragon Island caused countless deaths and injuries.

Ultimately, all this chaos stemmed from Chen Yu's ambition.

Therefore, the Mingtang disciples all had a deep hatred for Chen Yu.

Watching Chen Yu run away in panic, countless Mingtang soldiers opened fire at him.

Mad Blade and his group closely followed behind him.

The continuous booming sounds of their heavy snipers echoed as they pursued Chen Yu.

Bang!

Chijin's calf was hit by a bullet that flew from nowhere.

He staggered and knelt on the ground.

Chijin screamed in pain, his baby face full of pleading.

"Brother, save me."

Chen Yu turned around, hesitated for a moment, then hugged Chijin tightly.

The next second, he used all his energy to toss Chijin behind him.

Chijin was terrified.

He stretched out mid-air, tumbling twice, and dashed into a rocky crevice.

However, over two hundred Mingtang soldiers had already surrounded him, like a tide.

Despair and pain were written all over Chijin's face.

"Why, why do this to me?"

Bang!

Under the severe pain and mental chaos, Chijin was shot in the left leg by Yan Wuxin.

The powerful sniper bullet directly severed his thigh.

As blood splattered, half of his leg flew through the air.

Chijin screamed in pain, the intense agony causing him to roll around clutching his wound, tumbling down the stone steps.

Numerous Mingtang soldiers closed in, their rifles shooting simultaneously.

Bang Bang Bang resounded.

Chijin's body was riddled like a honeycomb by the furious storm of bullets.

Chijin's corpse was densely covered with bullet holes.

His baby face still displayed despair and disbelief.

"Why, why treat me like this..."

Chijin couldn't finish his sentence, as Mad Blade blew his head off with a direct shot.

Mad Blade stepped over his body and continued the pursuit of the desperately fleeing Chen Yu.

The death of Chijin effectively delayed Mad Blade and others from sniping at him.

Another kilometer, and he would reach the strait's edge.

If he could leap into the water, Chen Yu might just escape with his life.

Mad Blade watched as Chen Yu rushed toward the strait and immediately grew anxious.

"Quick, quick, quick, this bastard is getting away, don't let him escape."

Behind Mad Blade, Xiao Xuanya and four or five super snipers all aimed at Chen Yu's back to shoot.

However, the distance was too great.

And Chen Yu's course was unpredictably erratic.

Everyone's bullets missed.

Just then, Chen Yu suddenly sensed an overwhelming Sword Intent, majestically stabbing towards him.

A flash of cold light!

The next instant, Chen Yu screamed as his left ear was cut off by Xue Mingtai.

Two meters away, Xue Mingtai's longsword was still pointing straight at Chen Yu, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

Chen Yu clutched his mutilated ear, his eyes nearly bulging out, his throat making a gurgling sound.

He was unwilling to accept this, being only a step away from escaping to safety.

If only he hadn't concentrated most of his attention on the snipers behind him.

If only his mind hadn't been disturbed.

How could this damn Xue Mingtai have succeeded with one sword strike?

With no way forward, Chen Yu shouted and turned back towards the mountain summit.

Mad Blade and the others, not expecting him to return, fired their bullets wildly.

But this time, the Mingtang soldiers surrounding Chen Yu inadvertently became his cover.

Unable to shoot freely, Mad Blade and his group inadvertently allowed Chen Yu to escape.

He darted towards the mountain summit as fast as lightning.

Mad Blade, furious, chased him relentlessly with a heavy sniper.

"I'll see if you can run to the ends of the earth."

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