Chapter 110: I Wield a Sword That Can Rend Heaven and Earth!

“Young man, it’s dangerous, come back quickly.”

In a panic, kind-hearted Professor Song shouted a warning, his voice trembling slightly.

The slender figure seemed not to hear, walking steadily toward the edge of the pool. Everyone’s faces darkened with anger. Did this guy really not realize how perilous that place was?

“Hmph, let him die then.”

Jiang Yu’s disregard for everyone’s concern infuriated one of the girls.

Professor Song bit his lip, as if making a resolute decision. “Give me the camera. I want to record all of this. Let’s see what kind of monster nature has nurtured.”

Song Wenxue, a professor of biology, geography, and evolutionary studies at Qingting University, was once nominated for the Nobel Prize in Biology in 2011. In 2012, he authored the “Handbook of Biological Evolution,” distilling a lifetime of wisdom into a single volume that received unanimous praise from China’s top academicians.

It was clear that someone who had achieved such remarkable success in a field would be utterly shaken by the current scene unfolding before him. What kind of impact did it have on his heart?

He could hardly accept it—from Song Chuwan’s delicate yet powerful palm strike that pierced Han Yue’s body, to the life-or-death combat in the deep mountain forests, and now the enormous serpent stretching several dozen meters, as thick as a water barrel.

Each scene shattered his understanding of the world.

He felt as though since entering the mountains, he had stepped into another realm. Here, Newton’s law of gravity seemed useless; he had witnessed an old man leap four or five meters high, nearly the height of a three-story building.

He had also seen a giant serpent with horns on its head, stirring terrifying waves. Such phenomena defied explanation by evolutionary theory.

If Darwin had seen that giant serpent in the cold pool before proposing his theory of evolution, would his theory have taken a different path?

Professor Song was lost in repeated self-denial. From his perspective, these events seemed like scenes from a film.

He picked up the camera and jogged toward the cold pool, determined to make public everything recorded once he returned.

Although frightened to her core, Yan Xiaoxiao and the others steeled themselves and followed the professor’s fearless charge.

Chen Kun sighed, “This is too much of a shock for old Song.”

Chen Chuwan spoke calmly, “These ordinary people should never have been dragged into our world.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Yu stood at the edge of the cold pool, looking up at the massive creature. Up close, compared to the shadowy dragon, everyone felt utterly insignificant.

“Kid, stay back. If you get hurt by accident, I won’t be responsible.”

Someone sneered upon seeing Jiang Yu.

Two half-step Grandmasters, seven Qi-transforming Masters, and a dozen internal energy warriors had even resorted to firearms. Leading them was an elder in Taoist robes, holding a refined steel longsword, exuding an ethereal aura.

He stood with one hand behind his back and the other gripping his sword beneath the shadowy dragon, white hair flowing in the wind, his azure robe fluttering in the gale. Looking at the dragon in the pool, he snorted coldly, “Beast, I admire your restraint. Leave now, and we will spare your life.”

The reply was a sharp jet of water, charged with overwhelming force, shooting toward him.

“Qin Fenggu, stop wasting words on this beast. Attack now!”

Another elder formed hand seals, a dark aura emanating from his flowing sleeves. The surrounding grass and flowers withered rapidly under the killing energy.

Thirty meters away, Yan Xiaoxiao and the others gaped in astonishment.

These people resembled the agile martial artists from movies, leaping and darting effortlessly.

Qin Fenggu stepped forward, walking on the water’s surface as if on solid ground. The refined steel longsword in his hand shimmered faintly. Then, with a light hiss, he slashed horizontally across his chest.

The sword energy ravaged fiercely, cleaving a crack across the water’s surface ahead.

Qin Fenggu’s presence was immense, proudly declaring, “With this sword, I can cut down all under heaven!”

A roar—

Scales flew as a slash appeared on the shadowy dragon’s belly, blood and flesh flying.

Of course, only Qin Fenggu and the other half-step Grandmaster could harm this beast. Once a Grandmaster, one could commune with the divine. Standing just half a step away from perfect harmony cultivation, they had begun to glimpse the mysteries of martial technique.

As for the seven or eight Qi-transforming Masters, they barely managed to break through the dragon’s defenses.

Bullets struck the dragon’s scales, sparking like hitting steel plates. A dozen internal energy experts gaped at the giant dragon commanding the cold pool’s elements.

Among the crowd, a girl of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, wielded an iron whip. With a vigorous flick, the whip cracked sharply against the dragon’s body.

Her cultivation had reached the level of Qi-transforming Master.

She was the most gifted person Jiang Yu had ever seen since entering the secular world, surpassing even the incomparable Chen Qinghan and Chen Chuwan.

“Hiss, when did the Qin family girl reach Qi-transformation?”

The half-step Grandmaster’s face twisted in shock.

Qin Fenggu smiled arrogantly. “Wang Donglai, doesn’t your Qishan royal family have a sixteen-year-old Qi-transforming prodigy? Why don’t you bring her out?”

Wang Donglai, battling the giant dragon, chuckled as he replied, “Wang’er is the future of my clan. Unlike you, who brought out the Qin family girl. If anything happened to her, wouldn’t the Qin family pound you into meat just to vent their anger?”

Listening to their conversation, Jiang Yu instinctively thought of Chen Chuwan.

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