Chapter 740

Under the arrangements of Liu Zhengqing and the other two, Great Xia spread the Martial Dao Human Immortal inheritance at astonishing speed, swiftly disseminating it throughout the entire Hun Yuan Realm.

Previously, those who could clearly sense the changes in heaven and earth were mostly cultivators standing at the very pinnacle of the Hun Yuan Realm. The vast majority of lower- and middle-tier cultivators had only noticed that something unusual was happening, without knowing exactly what it was.

Now that the Martial Dao Human Immortal inheritance had emerged, the entire Hun Yuan Realm grew even more feverish.

Countless martial artists fell prostrate the moment they received the news, tears streaming down their faces.

He staggered onto the broken planks of the waterside pavilion. Watching the dragon's shadow behind Chu Yan slowly fade away, he finally laughed. "I practiced the Hundred Birds Fist for a lifetime, always wanting to blend the subtle strengths of a hundred birds into my palms, yet I forgot—when a hundred birds see a dragon, they should bow their heads."

The misty rain gradually ceased, and the ripples on the river slowly settled. Chu Yan raised a hand and pushed the remaining half-pot of warm tea across the stone table. The fierce force of the Dragon God Art receded, leaving only calmness in his eyes and brows. "The finesse of the Hundred Birds Fist was never meant to clash with a dragon's hardness. If you throw your punches with the wind, then my dragon's roar may instead become your aid."

Listening Rain Waterside Pavilion on the Cold River lay blurred beneath the misty rain of late spring. Chu Yan had just set half a cup of cold tea on the stone table when the bamboo curtain beneath the corridor was shredded by a violent wind carrying the