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Cold.

In an instant, all beings who witnessed the scene—whether dragons or humans—felt a piercing cold that extinguished their earlier rage. It was then they remembered a crucial fact—the Supreme Dragon Saint was no longer the shield of Sacred Dragon Mountain.

In the past, when the Dragon Saint was present, the residents of Sacred Dragon Mountain had never truly grasped the influence of this mighty being. Most of the time, the Dragon Saint remained in seclusion, to the point where there had even been generations who never once appeared on the mountain. Thus, many humans and dragons came to believe that the reason Sacred Dragon Mountain enjoyed peace amidst the chaos of the continent was due to the protection of the Dragon God and the deterrence of the dragons. The Dragon Saint, they thought, was merely a guest residing there.

Now, they realized that there existed beings in this world capable of slaughtering dragons like cattle—and the only reason such a devil had never stormed Sacred Dragon Mountain before was out of fear of the Dragon Saint's power. But now, the one who could oppose this demon was gone forever.

Thus, today, Sacred Dragon Mountain was destined to be drenched in blood.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll

Chapter 92: Shattering Mountains and Toppling Cities Without Fear

The Nine Yin Manual was originally an unparalleled manual from Chen Xuanfeng's past life in the martial world, with each of its ultimate techniques forming a complete system of offense and defense. Among them, the Qiankun Annihilation Blade technique, from "Ten Thousand Blades Parting the Sea" to "One Blade Severing Heaven and Earth," excelled in both long-range and close-quarters combat, leaving little room for improvement. Yet, relying on the battle aura techniques of this magical world and the formidable physique of a beastman, Chen Xuanfeng forcibly devised a variation. The move "Snowragon's Fall" deconstructed and reforged the blade techniques of the Qiankun Annihilation Blade by forcibly integrating the Eight Celestial Vistas Sword Technique, amplifying it with battle aura, ultimately creating a divine technique whose lethality rivaled that of archmagic.

However, such a transformation sacrificed other aspects for sheer power, containing enormous flaws and risks. The recoil of the technique was terrifying—aside from Chen Xuanfeng, who had trained the twelve layers of Golden Bell Armor and reforged his body with draconic power, even a lion-kin Emperor Martial would be unable to withstand it. In terms of energy consumption alone, despite possessing the three supreme arts of Nine Yin True Energy, Holy Grail Battle Aura, and Nine-Headed Dragon Battle Aura, each execution of the technique required a cooldown period, making continuous combat impossible.

Such flaws were nearly fatal when facing sword saint-level experts. If not for the advantage of surprise, Chen Xuanfeng would never have dared to use this divine blade technique against the young human sword saints. Yet, he was well aware of this limitation, so from the moment he created the technique, he had already locked onto the dragons of Sacred Dragon Mountain as its targets.

If not for these excessively tough and powerful lizards, ordinary armies would never have warranted such a devastating attack from Chen Xuanfeng. And if not for the dragons' massive size and relative lack of agility compared to human sword saints, he would never have dared to use such a flawed technique against them. In short, because his targets were dragons, the first form of Chen Xuanfeng's divine technique unleashed nearly ten times the lethality it would have against young human sword saints.

This was an answer the dragonkin paid for in blood.

Originally, Sacred Dragon Mountain housed no small number of dragons. Aside from the twelve elder dragons permanently stationed at the Dragon Sealing Platform, over twenty dragons of various kinds dwelled in the Slumbering Peaks, along with thousands of wyverns and draconic beasts. This force alone was enough to flatten a mid-sized nation. Yet when this colossal horde encountered Chen Xuanfeng, it became a one-sided slaughter—with the dragons on the losing end.

The first battle at Thousand Cloud Cliff saw Chen Xuanfeng unleash the full might of "Snowragon's Fall", cutting down twenty-one dragons in a single strike—seven of which were elder dragons—instantly reducing Sacred Dragon Mountain's draconic forces by sixty to seventy percent and securing the foundation of victory.

After that single strike, Chen Xuanfeng immediately took advantage of the dragons' panic, splitting off with Demon Dragon Dongye to launch separate assaults downhill. Dongye naturally headed for the Jade Scale Peak, the command center of Sacred Dragon Mountain, to wreak havoc, while Chen Xuanfeng charged straight for the Slumbering Peaks, where dragons not yet fully awakened likely remained. His plan was to slaughter them in their dens, and he was certain this would draw the dragons' attention.

"Not good! Stop that vile werewolf—he's going to harm our slumbering kin!"

Sure enough, the remaining elder dragons abandoned their pursuit of Dongye the moment they saw Chen Xuanfeng's trajectory, rallying the few dragons that had caught up in an attempt to intercept the vile werewolf. They no longer had the capacity to spare any attention for the Demon Dragon in the other direction.

The straight-line distance from Thousand Cloud Cliff to the Slumbering Peaks exceeded thirty kilometers, yet for Chen Xuanfeng, boosted by the seven-fold acceleration of the Magic Aura, it was merely a few minutes' journey. Along the way, the dragonkin's elites naturally tried to block the invading terror, but they soon discovered the enemy's horrifying prowess: any single dragon attempting a frontal interception would be met with a blade strike that left them either dead or grievously wounded; if multiple dragons joined forces, he would activate the Saint Ice Thorn Aura, slowing some of them down before slipping through the gaps; as for the elder dragons' magic, though formidable, none could unleash spells above the tenth tier on such short notice, and weaker spells dissolved like snow under his all-cutting platinum sword qi, proving utterly ineffective.

Thus, by the time Chen Xuanfeng set foot on the Slumbering Peaks, the airborne dragons had gained nothing but a fresh batch of wounded.

"Demon! You shall not harm my kin!" Just as Chen Xuanfeng reached the mountaintop, five or six more dragons surged forth, among them a venerable gold dragon—none other than the mount of the late Supreme Dragon Saint, who had once attacked Fontainebleau.

Enemies meeting sparked fury in their eyes. Chen Xuanfeng roared with laughter. "Perfect! I was afraid I wouldn't find you! Seems there's a teleportation magic array hidden here too—might as well clean it up!"

No more words were exchanged—only towering waves of snowy blade light, surging forward like a tsunami.