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Chapter 99: Dragon Subduing
Under the bright moon, the dragon steed rode through the clouds, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, sometimes soaring into the heavens, sometimes falling to earth like a shooting star.

With agile leaps and somersaults, the horse neighs as if thunder and lightning are raging, as it tries its best to shake off the figure on its back.

Although it is a black horse in a painting, only a mighty king could subdue it.

Legend has it that the black horse was the finest steed in the world at that time. It was born and raised in the wild, with a fierce temperament, and it caused countless masters to fall in battle.

After Xiang Yu subdued it with his immense strength, it followed the overlord in his battles for the rest of its life, never abandoning him.

When the Overlord committed suicide at Wujiang, his black horse witnessed its master's death. After a mournful neigh, it leaped into the river to die with its master. Its loyal soul has accompanied the Wujiang River ever since, and the sound of the waves has resembled the neighing of a horse.

The divine horse in this painting seems even more unruly and untamed than the legendary Snow-Treading Black Steed.

Zhou Sheng recalled the historical record of Xiang Yu subduing the black horse Wuzhui, and his eyes widened in anger, with streaks of blood spreading in his pupils as if burning with crimson flames.

He first squeezed his legs together, welding his body to the horse's back like iron clamps, standing firm like a pillar in the storm.

When the black horse had been galloping for a long time and began to show signs of fatigue, a glint flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, and he knew that the time had come.

"Bah!!!"

With a roar that shook the universe and soared through the heavens, even the mournful neighing of horses paled in comparison.

"You beast!"

"You kicked over the thousand flags of the Chu camp, but I, Xiang Yu, will insist on—"

"I'll press you into the yellow mud with my bare hands!"

He recited his lines in a theatrical style, his eyes wide with anger, his dark pupils appearing as if struck by lightning, splitting the pupils in two.

Overlord's Twin Eyes!

He had already gotten into character, using underhanded techniques, his entire body crackling and popping, his bones resonating like thunder.

In just a few breaths, he transformed into a majestic and awe-inspiring man, his long hair flying wildly, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Zhou Sheng stretched out a large hand, as big as a fan, with knuckles as thick as halberds, and pressed it down on the horse's head like a treasure seal.

The strength is overwhelming and the world is unparalleled!
Terrifying divine power erupted from his palm, and the golden lake in his dantian surged with thousands of waves, providing him with a continuous source of power.

The already somewhat exhausted black horse shuddered, its mane stood on end, and its four hooves desperately tried to break free, but its body kept sinking lower and lower.

Finally, after a brief struggle, the horse's hooves thudded onto the ground, sending stones flying.

It felt immense pressure, which also unleashed its greatest ferocity. With a deafening screech, it spewed out two streams of white mist, resembling dragons and snakes, from its nostrils.

A fierce wind blew, and the air was scorching hot.

It was as if a furnace was baking every drop of blood in its body.

Its bent hooves gradually straightened up.

A body made of steel and iron.

Unfortunately, he encountered Zhou Sheng, who sang the song of King Xiang Yu.

At this moment, he was as if possessed by a tyrant. The more unruly his wild horse was, the happier he became. He even laughed three times, and his domineering aura became even more astonishing.

With his arms twisting the mane like two dragons locking the neck, he unleashed a tremendous force that caused the wild horse to let out a mournful neigh and collapse with a crash.

Although he wore no armor or makeup, with the rapid advancement of Zhou Sheng's Taoist skills and the continuous improvement of his Yin-style opera skills after performing on stage every night, he was able to quickly get into character.

"Even if your waist collapses like Mount Taihang, watch my bones support the heavens!"

"If I don't submit to you today, you beast, I'll whip you with the character '项' written upside down and vertically!"

Although he fell to the ground with the wild horse, Zhou Sheng's domineering singing became even more astonishing, and his pupils suddenly flashed like lightning, bursting forth with an invisible killing intent.

After an unknown amount of time, the black horse finally stopped struggling. It was completely exhausted and collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

The fierceness in his eyes seemed to have softened considerably.

Zhou Sheng tried to loosen his grip on the horse's neck. The black horse suddenly stood up, but did not make any other drastic moves. Instead, it nuzzled Zhou Sheng's hands with its head.

When Zhou Sheng stroked it with his palm, it let out a soft hum of enjoyment.

The divine steed in the painting is truly loyal, while the black dragon has pledged allegiance to Xiang Yu, the King of Chu!
Zhou Sheng's two pupils disappeared and merged back into one, and his body returned to normal.

He was covered in mud, and the jade hairpin that held his hair back had been thrown away, making him look somewhat disheveled. But his eyes were exceptionally bright, shining like the silver moon in the sky.

……

Outside the Four Dreams Studio, Yao Tai Feng paced back and forth, holding the scroll in her hand, her eyes fixed on the night sky, a hint of worry flashing across her face from time to time.

This horse is extraordinary and untamed; I wonder if Boss Long will be in trouble.

Even if Boss Long is powerful enough to subdue this horse, what if the ghost soldiers patrolling the streets discover it and unleash a barrage of arrows?

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Just as she was about to go back to discuss it with Mr. Tang, she suddenly heard the neighing of a horse.

The sound of iron hooves thundered, and the clouds and mist were like rosy clouds.

In the pitch-black night sky, a man and a horse traversed the air. The horse's white hooves, though clearly touching the air, created ripples.

The divine steed landed slowly, its fierce nature gone, becoming exceptionally docile, though a trace of unyielding arrogance still lingered in its eyes as it gazed at Yaotai Phoenix.

The man on horseback had mud on his face and clothes, his hair was messy, but his back was straight as a sword, and his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

With a slight twitch of his sharp eyebrows, the domineering and heroic aura still lingering in his pupils swept over you like a fierce wind.

Yao Taifeng stared blankly at this scene.

There are actually many scenes of horseback riding on the stage, but no one ever rides a real horse. Instead, they hold a whip and perform a "riding horse" act.

Simply put, it involves performing horseback riding postures through various movements.

But when Zhou Sheng actually rode up to her on his black horse, a certain string in her heart was suddenly touched.

So this is what Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, must have been like.

Galloping across streams, roaming the world.

A three-foot-wide stage can only confine actors like her, but it can never confine true heroes like Boss Long.

No matter how good her martial arts skills or how high her talent, she was destined to be trapped in the ghost town opera house, waving her whip in vain as a horse.

"Boss Feng."

Just then, a clear voice broke her thoughts, and then a hand still covered in mud was stretched out in front of her.

Zhou Sheng laughed and said, "Would you like to ride the black horse?"

She paused for a moment, her pupils reflecting his handsome face, a slight ripple appearing on her cheeks. Then she smiled and took Zhou Sheng's hand without any hesitation.

He turned over and mounted the horse.

The movements were executed in one smooth, decisive motion.

However, Zhou Sheng's eyes showed a strange look, because Yao Tai Feng did not sit in front of him, but behind him.

She reached out with both hands to pull on the reins, as if she were hugging Zhou Sheng from behind.

A few strands of hair were blown by the breeze, brushing against his cheeks and making his skin itch slightly, but his nose was filled with a delicate fragrance.

"Hey, Mr. Feng, where do you find a story like Yu Ji riding a horse with Xiang Yu?"

Zhou Sheng scratched his head.

Yao Tai Feng chuckled softly and said in a theatrical voice, "Your Majesty, please calm your fierce temper and watch me break through Han Xin's Ten-Sided Embroidered Formation today!"

After saying that, she squeezed her long, strong legs together and shouted "Giddy up!"

Embarrassingly, the black horse remained motionless, its eyes haughty, and even let out a human-like "sneer," as if mocking him.

Yao Tai Feng refused and called out "Your Majesty" again, but with a hint of coquettishness.

The black horse remained arrogant, but suddenly received a slap on the head.

Its owner's unquestionable voice rang in its ears.

"Dead horse, run!"

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(End of this chapter)