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Chapter 151: Killing Three Dragons as a Greeting
Chapter 151: Killing Three Dragons as a Greeting
The solemn statue of the deity on the altar was surrounded by incense smoke.
A slightly slender young man stood quietly, his bloodstained palm reaching towards the hilt of a blade.
The seemingly leisurely drawn blade, in an instant, pierced the abdomen of the Fifth Prince of the Dragon Lords, and a flash of azure light suddenly appeared! The clothes, along with the flesh, silently tore open.
Shen Yi reached out and pulled out the Dragon Core, then casually tossed the body out of the temple.
The middle-aged man's tall figure transformed into a hundred-zhang-long dragon body within a few breaths, crashing to the ground like an injured loach writhing on the mountainside.
"You guys continue."
Shen Yi nodded. Although he didn't believe in gods, he could understand the helplessness of these people.
Even in the previous world, there were those who believed in such things. How much more so in this chaotic world filled with demons and monsters? As long as it wasn't a demon like the Water Cloud Township River God, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
Turning around, he stepped out of the River God Temple.
The originally long line of worshippers was now in a state of panic, even though Shen Yi had intentionally thrown the dragon further away. The resulting tremors still caused many to fall to the ground.
However, when they saw the ink-robed youth walking out, their faces quickly changed from panic to astonishment, and finally, they all looked dazed.
Dozens of demon hunters also stared at the dying dragon in surprise.
Then they saw Shen Yi walking towards the dragon, and with a casual wave, another flash of azure light entered its huge and hideous head.
[Killing a Core Formation Dragon, total lifespan of 5,100 years, remaining lifespan of 1,500 years, absorption complete]
Two Silver Bell Demon Hunters plucked up the courage to step forward and bow, "May we ask which esteemed follower of Elder General Chen are you?"
Not only were they not as restrained as they would be in front of a Demon Suppressing Commander, but this astonishing scene before their eyes also made them subconsciously add the word "Sir" after their question.
"Shen Yi."
Shen Yi, in front of them, collected the dragon's essence blood into the silver bell.
The faces of the two demon hunters instantly turned peculiar. Was this a fellow hunter... But when did their ranks gain such a ruthless member?!
"Where are the other two?" Shen Yi politely asked. Perhaps the small dragon and Zhang Hengzhou were more closely related by blood, as the connection he felt after consuming the dragon core earlier had weakened when searching for the other dragons.
"..." The demon hunter sighed. They had just witnessed the teleportation technique used by the youth, and they probably knew that this matter had nothing to do with them.
No longer acting petty, they handed over the two strands of dragon essence they had obtained with great difficulty.
"Then we are grateful for your help, Sir Shen."
The credit was theirs, but as long as the Commander hadn't returned, having two fewer deaths was a good thing.
"Thank you."
Shen Yi took the essence and, holding the dragon's whiskers, disappeared into thin air with the massive corpse.
After he left, the mountainside became noisy again.
The worshippers inside the temple rushed out, staring wide-eyed at the youth's departing figure in the sky, then quickly rushing back to the statue and jostling to kowtow.
"The River God has manifested!"
...
Linjiang Prefecture, Shuiyun Township.
The river was no longer as calm as before. The waves surged and rolled like a bottomless giant mouth, choosing its victims, causing fear in those who gazed upon it.
Countless cloud-patterned ink robes fluttered in the river breeze, carrying a hint of the river's fishy smell.
This place was located in the middle reaches of the Yangchun River.
An old man clad in dark light armor and holding a Mixed Origin Halberd stood silently on the riverbank, his crimson cape looking slightly dim.
Even a Demon Suppressing Commander in the Embryo Realm, who had nurtured a Yin God, seemed powerless before the vast Yangchun River.
General Chen Qiankun didn't know if the old dragon was dead or alive, nor did he know if it was still in the Yangchun River.
But as long as that old dragon didn't show up, he could only stand guard by the river.
Because apart from him, there was no one else in Linjiang Prefecture who could keep the other party in check.
The person closest to Old Master Chen Qiankun was not a Deputy General, but a young man with a sturdy and robust build, dressed as a Three-Stripe Captain.
"It's been a while since I've had a break, and now I'm facing a Dragon clan with a Core Condensation Realm expert. Is it a bit annoying for this old man?" Chen Qiankun smiled.
"No, I just feel useless and a bit guilty," Fang Heng slowly clenched his palm.
"You're still young. It's us old folks who are useless and couldn't give you enough time." Chen Qiankun sighed, recalling that when he was young, his cultivation realm was not as advanced as these youngsters.
Thinking of this, he comforted, "You are already an existence that your peers look up to. There's no need to compare yourself with us old folks."
"Look up to?" Fang Heng laughed at himself, not refuting, but for some reason, a figure flashed through his mind.
Just then, a demon hunter hurriedly arrived.
Chen Qiankun suppressed his smile, "Have you captured them?"
This time, over ten silver bell exorcists with extremely old qualifications had come, and after three to five days, they should have some results.
"No, but..." The demon hunter's words trailed off.
"But what?" Fang Heng asked worriedly.
However, he noticed that Old Master Chen had already retracted his gaze and was looking up at the sky.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone from the Demon-Suppressing Bureau, three massive dragons with their bodies hanging down appeared in the misty sky, their black scales shimmering with a cold light, each one no smaller than the Dragon Lord of Green Peak Mountain.
At this moment, they struck the ground with lightning speed!
Boom—
The captains and deputy generals were all horrified, slightly covering their faces with their arms and subconsciously blocking the pungent wind that blew towards them.
As the smoke and dust dispersed, they saw the young man walking down leisurely from among the dragon corpses.
Some were unfamiliar with his clean-shaven face, but others were extremely familiar with it.
"..."
Fang Heng held his breath, feeling a bit flustered and tugging at his hair.
Chen Qiankun slightly raised his eyebrows, staring at the three Dragon Lords of Yangchun River, renowned for their ferocity, who were now devoid of life, their abdomens cut open, their death appearing eerily familiar.
Then, his gaze fell on the young man's face.
"Shen Yi greets Old Master Chen."
The ink-clad youth walked up to the crowd and slightly bowed.
The emblem on his collar was unique to Chen Qiankun, and logically, the two of them should be old friends who had known each other for many years.
But at this moment, both of them had a professional demeanor, as if they weren't very familiar with each other.
"But all three of the Three-Headed Dragon Demons were killed by Lord Shen," the demon hunter shrugged, finishing his sentence.
Upon hearing this, Chen Qiankun's face became more complicated.
When he left Green Peak Mountain, he had taken a glance at the youth, and now, upon seeing him again, the youth seemed to still have that indifferent and restrained demeanor, but also seemed to have undergone a world of change.
"I've actually been waiting for you."
The old man sighed, a smile on his lips, "But I was also afraid you'd come looking for me."
The Commander had five disciples with exceptional talent, and Chen Qiankun, who had lived for over eight hundred years, also wanted a similar young man to inherit his mantle.
But he also felt that it would be a waste for such talent to stay by his side, and for the youth, joining the demon hunters would be a more challenging and beneficial choice for his future.
Speaking of this, he looked deeply at Shen Yi, "But what I never dreamed of was that you and I would meet in this way."
With a gift of three Dragon Lords no weaker than Zhang Hengzhou...
It was a bit too generous.
So generous that even the old general's long-dormant heart stirred, like the Yangchun River before him, churning with tumultuous waves.
(End of Chapter)
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