One Sword Severing River

Chapter 38: One Sword Severing River

The Golden Toad fell into the river, but the donkey showed no intention of letting it go, immediately pouncing on the fallen foe.

Opening its maw, it unleashed several fire dragons that spiraled downwards.

They started as small as snakes but expanded to dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

"BOOM!"

A great fire erupted from the river. This divine fire seemed unlike ordinary fire, burning fiercely in the great river, causing the water to churn.

It was as if the churning substance in the river was oil, not water.

A large crater appeared on the Golden Toad's back, a significant chunk of flesh and blood missing. It looked utterly pathetic, its cries no longer carrying the imposing aura that once stirred both banks. Now, it could only let out guttural, threatening roars.

Amidst the inferno, it desperately stirred up thick fog and spewed poisonous smoke.

However, the surrounding fire dragons continuously swirled, evaporating the fog and poisonous smoke completely.

As General Donkey pressed closer step by step, the ring of fire also tightened. The Poison God Golden Toad darted left and right, even attempting to sink to the riverbed, but was constantly blasted back by the fire dragons.

The temperature at the center of the fire circle rose higher and higher. The soaring flames illuminated the river's surface as if it were daytime. General Donkey's triumphant laughter echoed outwards along with the light.

General Donkey wished he could recite a couple of poems like Great Immortal Kongchenzi.

Alas, his mind was as empty as his belly, leaving him speechless.

His overwhelming pride could only be expressed in one sentence: "Monster! Die!"

The firelight illuminated the sky, visible to almost the entire Jiangting Commandery.

People gathering on both banks of the great river in Jiangting Commandery could clearly see the tragic state of the Poison God.

Many felt their faith crumble. Thousands upon thousands of Five Gods Cult followers stared with disbelief in their eyes.

"The Poison God lost." A street vendor selling late-night snacks by the river, carrying his load, felt dizzy. His tongue seemed to have swollen, making his words slurred and indistinct.

"How could the Poison God lose to a donkey?" The immortal hadn't even made a move, and a donkey appeared, nearly burning to death the deity that had been the faith of Jiangting for generations. Everyone watching felt it was unreal.

"What kind of monster is this? How can it be so powerful!" Those who had just arrived hadn't figured out what was happening.

"This donkey was released by the white-robed immortal on the boat..." Someone from earlier quickly explained to him.

Amidst the crowd, someone looked at the donkey and suddenly remembered something.

"Could this be? Could it be that Great Immortal Kongchenzi, the Sword Immortal from Gongzhou, has arrived in our Jiangzhou? I heard this immortal rides a donkey that can speak human language and breathe fire." A merchant wearing a black cap, who often traveled far and wide, suddenly shouted.

"I've heard of him! The immortal who can use the Sword-flying Technique, the one whose sword's chill shakes fourteen states?" Many around had also heard rumors.

"This immortal has actually come to Jiangzhou?" Looking again at the white-robed figure on the river, they suddenly felt different.

"Don't you know? When I came to Jiangzhou, I heard that the Five Gods Cult's River God Lord encountered this immortal on the river and was killed with a single sword strike." Someone else corroborated the story.

"This immortal even refined the River God into an elixir to save a few children, and the remaining meat was distributed to the villagers in the surrounding ten miles. It's said that everyone who ate it can live longer and be free from illness. So many people in the ten-mile radius, everyone got a piece!"

"The River God Lord is dead? And he was eaten?"

One shocking piece of news after another caused a great stir along the banks of the Jiangting River.

Although Jiangting was prosperous and had many historical sites and famous figures, such mythical legends were rare, let alone witnessing one firsthand.

Furthermore, after hearing the legends of the Gongzhou Sword Immortal, the Five Gods Cult followers suddenly felt that the Poison God's defeat was somewhat acceptable.

It was normal for the Poison God not to be an opponent to another immortal. These were matters between deities, beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Seeing how powerful Great Immortal Kongchenzi was, many people on both banks of the great river in Jiangting Commandery felt a sense of realization.

The gods of the Five Gods Cult were no match for this immortal!

At this moment, the situation in the heart of the river grew increasingly dire.

Even though the Golden Toad was as formidable as a mythical beast from the Mountains and Seas, its blood essence was gradually being evaporated and drawn out by the divine fire.

It transformed into a blood dragon and was drawn into a jade gourd hanging around the donkey's neck.

Before its death, the Poison God Golden Toad let out a final, tragic croak. The mournful cry reverberated throughout Jiangting Commandery city like thunder.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of all.

The Golden Toad directly turned into a dried corpse, like a statue, and slowly sank to the riverbed.

The banks fell silent, leaving only the donkey, whose eyes glowed red with excitement, laughing raucously amidst the raging fire on the river, surrounded by ferocious, roaring fire dragons.

The most evil demon in the world, none more so than this.

The people on both banks of the river trembled and their legs shook upon witnessing this scene.

"This must be a great demon or fiend that has been harming the world, subdued by an immortal to be its mount."

"Fortunately, it was subdued by an immortal. If such a ferocious demon were released, what would happen? How many people in the world would die."

At the ferry crossing on the opposite bank of Jiangting, the disciples of the Poison God Altar felt their backs drenched in sweat.

There was no sign of being at a disadvantage, no desperate escape into an ambush.

Even before the Mountain God could arrive, in the blink of an eye, the deity they worshipped, the Poison God, had been burned into a dried corpse by the opponent's mount.

"When did this donkey get here?" The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar could only rage.

"Didn't Protector Feng say Kongchenzi was coming alone?"

"Where's Protector Feng? Where's Protector Feng?"

The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar's eyes were bloodshot, his heart filled with rage and terror with nowhere to vent.

Feng Yusheng, who had long since fled into the distance, looked at the towering inferno on the river and the Donkey Guardian General, who resembled a world-ending demon. He suddenly recalled that day, felt a searing heat in his backside, and a dull ache began to throb again.

"Is the Great Immortal's mount this powerful?" So he had already held back before; the so-called thirty percent strength was just an exaggeration.

"Wuwuwu!" A startling sound jolted the disciples of the Poison God Altar, who had been terrified out of their wits.

It turned out that the Cloud Tower Painted Boat, which had been in the middle of the river moments ago, had instantly crossed the river and arrived before them.

A young man in white stood on the boat, looking down at them from on high.

The souls they had just managed to reclaim were instantly scattered to the winds again in terror.

"Archers! Archers!" the Altar Master of the Poison God Altar shouted desperately, as if clutching at a life-saving straw.

Dense crossbow bolts pierced the air, falling towards the Cloud Tower Painted Boat.

However, they only pierced an afterimage.

When they looked again, the young man in white was already standing in front of the ferry crossing.

At this moment, everyone's faces turned ashen.

They were truly trapped with no way to heaven or earth.

The Altar Master of the Poison God Altar was so terrified that sweat poured down his face like rain, his temples soaked and matted. He retreated continuously.

At this moment, the ground along the riverbank rumbled, and the earth bulged upward, as if some colossal creature was running beneath the surface.

The ground beside the ferry crossing tore open, and a giant beast burrowed out from underground.

It was a massive monster that resembled a lizard, or perhaps a gecko, but upon closer inspection, it looked like an Earth Dragon.

On the monster's head stood a person clad in full armor, wearing a ferocious, evil-god mask.

The one who arrived was the Mountain God, one of the Five Gods of the Five Gods Cult, and the person above him was the Altar Master of the Mountain God Altar.

"The Mountain God's divine carriage..."

The sword was drawn, its power surpassing the roaring river and the moonlight of the nine heavens.

The sword's edge descended from one bank of the river to the other before finally calming.

"Dong Weng~"

One Sword Severing River, cutting the river in half.

With a thunderous roar, the entire great river split into two, a clear demarcation.

For the first time in their lives, the people who had lived on both banks of the great river for generations saw the color of the riverbed.

Giant waves surged and churned, crashing towards both sides. Some even surged onto the banks, submerging the knees of those on shore, and then flowed down the streets.

This single sword strike brought the entire world into a profound silence.

Water splashed into the sky, creating a fine mist near the shore that dampened everyone's clothes.

Whether they were high officials and nobles, common folk, or martial heroes, after witnessing this sword strike, they all felt a deep, chilling fear.

It was the insignificance and helplessness that mortals naturally felt in the face of the power of heaven and earth.

And the Mountain God of the Poison God Cult, along with the Altar Master of the Mountain God Altar, were directly split in half down the middle.

In the blink of an eye, the Mountain God and the Altar Master of the Mountain God Altar, who had just arrived, met their deaths by the river.

They didn't even have time to utter a complete sentence.