The Seventh Peak of Cloud Dragon Seven Mountains Breached

Su Changqing put the black fan away and looked at the fireworks gradually disappearing in the sky.

They came from the third peak, the one Tai Long was attacking.

Cloud Dragon Village's strength was extraordinary, with a total of seven village chiefs.

Especially the first three peaks, all possessed strength beyond the Fifth Level of Xiantian, so Commander Zuo, Tai Long, and Jin Yichuan were responsible for them.

The village chief of the third peak of the Seven Peaks of Cloud Dragon was named Jiang Han. He was incredibly strong, wielded a Pear Blossom Mountain Splitting Axe, and was a formidable fighter.

Tai Long, with his Innate Divine Strength, was a natural contender, but unfortunately, he was wounded by Su Changqing's One-Slash at the Suppression Bureau and was no match for Jiang Han.

As the fireworks dissipated, all but the seventh peak of the Seven Peaks of Cloud Dragon were engulfed in a bloody battle, with shouts and the clash of swords filling the air.

On the summit of the third peak, two tall figures fought fiercely, eventually falling from the peak together.

They plunged into Cloud Dragon Lake, stirring up waves that drew gasps of astonishment.

It was Tai Long and Jiang Han.

"It's time to get into the water. I still need to find this thousand-year-old clam. Otherwise, in such a vast Cloud Dragon Lake, when will I ever find it?" Su Changqing watched for a moment, then shook his head lightly.

He leaped into the water, his ear canals automatically sealing, and he moved swiftly like a fish through the rippling surface.

Su Changqing inherited Profound Heaven True Qi and condensed the Black Tortoise Phenomenon. The Black Tortoise favors water, and in the water, his combat power could increase by more than three times.

The water was his domain.

He wouldn't need to surface for air, and his combat power would be sustained.

Whoever came would die.

On the mountainside of the seventh peak, Zhou Chu met up with Zhang Chao, another Deputy Thousand Household of the Imperial Guard.

Zhang Chao, around thirty or forty years old, a middle-aged man, held a steel saber and said with a grim expression, "Why hasn't Commander Su appeared yet? Where did he go?"

Zhou Chu hesitated, unsure how to answer.

"He's even called Little Guan Gong and fought Tai Long to a draw. Did he run away when he saw the fireworks?"

"We can't wait for him any longer. If Commander Zuo blames us, we won't be able to bear it. Let's hurry to the seventh peak!" Zhang Chao frowned and said coldly.

He was experienced, having participated in battles to suppress sects.

If Su Changqing had assisted today, and they fought Ji Chufeng together, they would have had a chance of winning.

But now, they could only rely on lives!

Zhou Chu could only nod, feeling helpless. He didn't know where Su Changqing had gone either.

Nearly six hundred Imperial Guards advanced together towards the summit of the seventh peak, moving through the dim night.

The village gate was opened. The large village was empty inside, not even a sentry on watch.

"Commander Zhang, it's empty inside!"

"Empty? Where did they go?" Zhang Chao frowned.

"Commander Zhang, there's a large boat docked at the shore below the mountain."

The Imperial Guards searched around and finally someone noticed the large boat moored by the shore of Cloud Dragon Lake.

"Follow me to investigate. Commander Su might have already engaged the enemy!" Zhang Chao mused for a moment, his face grave.

If Su Changqing died, it would be very difficult for him to deal with Ji Chufeng.

Zhang Chao, Zhou Chu, and Ye Ronghuo, along with nearly six hundred Imperial Guards, moved quickly, descending the seventh peak.

"Kill!"

Zhang Chao was the fastest. He burst through the dense jungle and his sharp gaze froze as he emerged.

"Commander Zhang, what's wrong?" Zhou Chu hurried over and asked. When he saw the scene before him, he too was stunned.

The others arrived one after another, standing like statues, their minds shattered, unable to recover.

The sight was truly soul-stirring.

All they saw were corpses. The entire shoreline was piled high with them, like stacked arhats. Some had their heads severed, some were dismembered, some had steel needles embedded in their foreheads, their blood splattering.

Their blood was still warm, as if they had only recently died.

The viscous, crimson blood flowed into Cloud Dragon Lake, mingling with the clear, serene blue water, creating a surprisingly beautiful scene.

Amidst the green mountains and clear waters, in the sweltering summer heat, six hundred Imperial Guards stood in utter silence.

A chill inexplicably arose in their hearts, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Ronghuo stumbled back, collapsing onto the ground.

Good heavens, who had he provoked?

Zhang Chao's feelings were complex. He looked around at the still-stunned Imperial Guards, casually stuck his steel saber into the ground, and sighed:

"I declare that the seventh peak bandit suppression was successful. We captured one large boat, and the Imperial Guard personnel... not a single one died. A complete victory!"

This was indeed a f**king complete victory.

Zhang Chao had been an Imperial Guard for over a decade, and he'd never experienced anything like this in his life.

They hadn't even seen the enemy, and Su Changqing had slaughtered them all.

A smoke signal unique to the Suppression Bureau ripped through the sky, echoing and creating a dreamlike illusion.

Cloud Dragon Village's seventh mountain, the first mountain, had fallen!

In Cloud Dragon Lake, Su Changqing swam, hot on the trail of Tai Long and Jiang Han.

The third peak was far from the seventh, especially by water, a distance of nearly thirty li, almost spanning Cloud Dragon Lake from east to west.

He didn't have time to chat with Zhou Chu, Zhang Chao, or the others.

Under the dark moonlight, the water shimmered. His eyes were cold as lightning, like a stealthy black fish, his legs propelling him rapidly through the water, not a single ripple stirred.

Since Tai Long had obtained the Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom, he must have defeated Jiang Han. As for the reason why?

Su Changqing didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

His lifetime of swimming wasn't that long.

Swimming solo, seventy li across, all for the Heavenly Fragrance Cardamom.

Beneath the third mountain peak, the cliff face dropped sheer like it had been carved by a knife, the water's surface rippling.

Tai Long and Jiang Han were locked in a fierce battle in the water, each strike churning up massive waves.

"Imperial Guard dog, our Cloud Dragon Village never provoked you! Why did you ambush us today!"

Jiang Han wielded a Pear Blossom Mountain Splitting Axe, his swings powerful enough to shatter a thousand pounds, cleaving down towards Tai Long with a sharp, cold glint.

Tai Long's eyes turned sinister as he dodged the axe, stepping on the water's surface to stay afloat.

He was having the worst luck today; first, he was injured by Su Changqing, and his disciples were killed by him.

Then, a momentary lapse in judgment led to the exposure of his assassination attempt, putting the entire Suppression Bureau in danger.

It was all Su Changqing's fault!

If he hadn't been injured, how could Jiang Han have discovered him?

Jiang Han was only at the Fifth Level of Xiantian, the same as him. In his prime, why would he risk falling off a cliff to lure the enemy into the water for a fight!

"You're injured, your strength is less than eighty percent, you're no match for me! I will kill you today!" Jiang Han sneered.

"Oh? Is that so? I risked pulling you off the cliff and into this Cloud Dragon Lake precisely to send you to the netherworld!"

Tai Long grinned wickedly, his toes pushing off the water as he advanced.

Yangtze River Three Waves!

Even with his injuries, he was in his element here. The Yangtze River Three Waves grew stronger in water, capable of borrowing the power of the vast water. This Jiang Han was about to die and didn't even realize it!

Tai Long lashed out with his leg, like a steel whip, towards Jiang Han.

Jiang Han raised his axe to block. His leg met the axe handle, and with a bang, his body was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

He grunted, spitting out a mouthful of blood that dyed the lake water in front of him red.

"Take this! There are two more waves!"