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Chapter 503: The Southern Dragon Palace Prince
Chapter 503: The Southern Dragon Palace Prince
In the cold and solemn Dragon Palace hall, the insect demon stood frozen, its expression blank except for a slight twitch at the corner of its eyes. "Huh...huh..."
The alcohol seemed to have worn off mostly, but the insect demon dared not regain its senses completely.
As one of the most trusted generals under the Fifth Prince, its strength even surpassed the three demons in the Immortal's cave. It served as the Dragon Progeny's personal guard, the last line of defense.
At this moment, the insect demon could only stare blankly at the surrounding shadows.
Many of the great demons, who had just been blocking Yun Xiao Pavilion with it, now stared at it with indifferent eyes, their bodies exuding blood that carried a strong aquatic aura.
It was hard to imagine how many aquatic lives these great demons had taken before stepping into the Dragon Progeny's palace.
"You—"
As the insect demon opened its mouth, Wu Jun's expressionless palm clamped down on its neck.
The two were evenly matched in strength.
But under the gaze of over a dozen pairs of eyes, the insect demon dared not even think of resisting. Its face turned red, and it instinctively struggled slightly, fearfully glancing at the ink-robed figure on the throne.
A plea for mercy overflowed from its eyes.
It wasn't stupid; it immediately realized who held the power in this situation.
Despite the young man's unfamiliar face, the insect demon couldn't identify him no matter how hard it racked its brains.
But to mobilize so many great demons, this ink-robed youth's status must be enough to make everyone's hearts tremble.
To survive, it needed the young man's approval.
Everything could be negotiated. They were White Jade Capital demons, and even in the entire Hongze, they were rare and powerful.
Unless it was a matter of life and death or insanity, no one would waste such valuable assistance.
"..."
Shen Yi had already stood up at some point, taking a letter from the throne and carefully examining the handwriting on it.
After a moment, he slightly raised his eyes.
With a casual wave of his fair and slender fingers, this simple gesture seemed more effective than any decree, clearly sealing the fate of the two great demons.
Wu Jun lowered his gaze, having received the silent consent, and looked at the insect demon in his palm.
His fingers suddenly exerted force!
Golden lines ran from his wrist to his fingertips, piercing the demon's neck and crazily probing into its body.
"Ah! Ah!"
The insect demon grabbed Wu Jun's arm, and its demonic energy burst forth, causing some stone fragments to crumble from the latter's wrist.
However, the golden-patterned turtle demon's face remained impassive. It seriously and intently choked the insect demon's throat, trying to suppress the whimpering sound from its throat.
This eerie silence chilled the entire hall.
"Roar!"
The other great demon, sitting across from them, finally summoned the courage to stand up, intending to reveal its true form and fight these people.
But before it could fully straighten, seven or eight arms viciously reached out, capturing its joints and forcibly kneeling it to the ground!
Boom—
The moment its knees touched the jade bricks, the hall shook violently, as if about to collapse.
Eighteen White Jade Capital demons surrounded the two figures with their auras.
Under the pressure of various innate divine abilities, the two fierce generals of the Dragon Progeny became as helpless as chicks, their bones shattering, faces bloodied, and eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, looking both fierce and desperate!
Crack!
Wu Jun twisted the insect demon's neck, watching as the tall figure slumped like mud from his embrace, its body completely limp and warm.
He casually rubbed his wrist, then, with a group of hideous-looking great demons, turned around in unison, their faces filled with deep reverence. They clasped their fists and bowed to the young cultivator above the hall.
Although no one spoke, the hall was silent and empty, but the streaks of crimson on their stone bodies and the thick blood smell that made it hard to breathe still made the scene eerily frightening.
The ink-robed figure swayed slightly.
Shen Yi closed his eyes, sensing the aura on the letter.
The deliberately left aura mark on the letter clearly carried the essence of a noble and orthodox lineage.
According to common sense, even if it was just an aura mark, let alone the person standing before him, Shen Yi might not have been able to recognize it.
After all, his understanding of the Southern Flood Seven Sons was truly limited.
But coincidentally, he did recognize this aura.
When he had just left the Southern Yang Mystic Land, he had seen six stone Dao plaques, and the aura on the plaque belonging to the Heavenly Sword Sect was identical to the one on this letter.
Unexpectedly, there was an additional discovery.
The hidden arrow that had always worried Shen Yi finally revealed itself.
His handsome face showed no emotion, like a calm well, as if his heart was at peace.
"Go."
Shen Yi opened his eyes and nodded slightly.
Eighteen figures swiftly exited the grand hall, moving at a speed beyond the naked eye's perception, and only after a considerable distance did they abruptly disperse their auras.
This action wasn't a sudden fit of madness to attract the Dragon Palace's attention.
During the previous hunt, due to time constraints, the later targets were closer to the White Jade Capital Demon Generals' territories. Despite their swift and decisive actions, the vast waters teemed with countless creatures, making it impossible to avoid spreading the news.
Even with Shen Yi's ability to carry a suppression stone on his person, he managed to slay seven of the eight White Jade Capital Demon Generals, while one escaped with its life.
It was uncertain how the Dragon Palace would react.
However, diverting their attention was always a wise move.
"..."
Shen Yi's eyes flashed with determination as he turned and strode into the depths of the Dragon Progeny's palace.
He intended not only to endure but also to seize and bring these treasures back!
Ko Lao Si, being of the same caliber as the Dragon Son, had a collection equivalent to a smaller-scale Duke's treasure trove.
Shen Yi drew out his long spear, and the Azure Dragon Shattering Star Spear unleashed a ferocious attack!
In an extremely violent manner, the entire Dragon Progeny's palace was torn apart, with the tall wooden beams and countless jade lamps shattering together into the dark currents.
Various rare treasures revealed their true forms.
Shen Yi waved his hand casually, and like a whirlwind sweeping away remnants, he effortlessly collected all the treasures into his finger ring.
It must be said that the most useful treasure Nan Yang Sect left him was perhaps this Master's Jade Finger Ring, with its vast inner space, almost perfectly suited to his needs.
After completing this.
Shen Yi leaped into the air, and a streak of light shot out, transforming into a dark light flying sword that landed precisely beneath his feet, soaring towards the upper waters!
...
In the deepest waters of Nan Hong, slippery green stones rose high, covered in lush aquatic plants. Compared to the white jade grand halls, this place appeared ancient and weathered, marked by the passage of time.
This was Nan Long Palace.
Within, a Yellow Plague Toxin Dragon with the purest bloodline dwelled, rumored to cause even immortal trees to wither upon its emergence from the water.
At this moment, inside the brick hall.
Duke Ling Ko Shiliang stood respectfully, meticulously describing his journey and speculating on the Immortal Sect's potential reactions.
Beside him, Ko Lao Si knelt with his family, using his clothes to cover as much of his dark red dragon scales as possible, and burying his head deeply into the ground.
What made these two so humble was not a living being but merely a massive yellow dragon stone carving on the wall, not finely crafted but rather crudely chiseled, as if roughly cut with sharp claws.
This crude stone carving seemed to exude boundless dominance, making it difficult for anyone to dare raise their heads before it.
Beneath the dragon's belly was an abyssal cave mouth, bottomless and dark.
Anyone who dared to glance into it would feel an overwhelming terror that could drive one to madness.
"Your Majesty, I have spoken all I know."
Ko Shiliang spoke until his mouth was dry, but the abyssal cave mouth remained silent, as if nothing lived within.
It seemed accustomed to this, showing no unusual signs.
No one would doubt that the Dragon King might have already ascended at some unknown time.
A great demon comparable to a Dao Fusion Realm cultivator ruled over Nan Hong's waters, and its fall would undoubtedly be sensed by all the creatures in Nan Hong.
"Your Majesty, I take my leave."
Ko Shiliang slowly retreated, glancing at Ko Lao Si beside him as he left.
Having lost most of his elite generals, he wanted the Dragon King's mercy, asking for a few more to be sent to help him continue controlling the waters near Nan Hong Seven Sons... But this wasn't something that could be achieved by merely bowing and admitting fault.
If it were one of the few Dragon Progeny qualified to inherit Nan Long Palace, there might be a chance to start anew.
As for this bastard... Tch.
Ko Shiliang walked away, having already informed the Dragon King about the banquet for Nan Hong Seven Sons. Now, he needed to keep a close eye on the blood talisman's aura.
Xiao Shisan was his son, and although his cultivation was low, his talent was extraordinary, even capable of cultivating human spirit arts. His future achievements would undoubtedly be remarkable, and there might be a chance for Ko Shiliang to benefit from his son's success.
Now, his son had been taken away so suddenly.
The Dragon King would never ignore this.
As long as Nan Hong Seven Sons didn't use any means to dissolve the blood talisman, with this evidence, it was inevitable that Nan Hong Seven Sons would have to pay a price.
Thinking of this.
Ko Shiliang carefully sensed the presence of the blood talisman.
After a moment, his eyelids twitched twice, and in his dragon eyes, which shone with intense light, a look of surprise and uncertainty gradually appeared.
The person led by the blood talisman had actually come out... and was not far from the waters?
"How dare you!"
Ko Shiliang never dreamed that after he had just surrounded Cloud Tower Pavilion, the Immortal Sect would dare to pursue them! Without hesitation, he took out the conch shell and summoned his six White Jade Capital Great Generals, roaring, "Guard Nan Hong for me! I want them to have nowhere to escape!"
They truly treated Nan Hong as their backyard, coming and going as they pleased.
Even if the Sect Master himself were to come here, he wouldn't dare make such a bold claim.
Yet, in the next moment, a look of uncertainty flashed across Ko Shiliang's eyes, gradually turning into a trace of fear.
"..."
On the other side of the conch shell, silence reigned, as if it had fallen into a deathly domain.
The six White Jade Capital Demon Generals it relied on showed no response.
After an unknown amount of time, a panicked voice finally came from within: "Your Highness! They've rebelled, all of them!"
"Tell me everything!"
Although he was in the Southern Dragon Palace, Ko Shiliang couldn't help but feel a chill, subconsciously raising his voice.
As the Demon General frantically explained the situation, a cracking sound was heard.
Ko Shiliang had unconsciously crushed the conch shell into powder, his face turning deathly pale.
His own troops had gathered and were slaughtering another group of his soldiers.
This convoluted situation left Ko Shiliang stunned.
Compared to Ko Shiliang's fourth son's impulsive and reckless actions, which had led to the meaningless deaths of three White Jade Capital Generals, Ko Shiliang himself had now unknowingly handed over five White Jade Capital Demon Generals...
This loss of power was significant, even for the entire Southern Dragon Palace.
In the end, he didn't even know who had turned his troops against him!
Ko Shiliang slowly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the green brick Dragon Palace behind him. His breathing suddenly became heavy: "..."
Ko Shiliang's fourth son was right... This must be the doing of the Immortal Sect... It has to be the Immortal Sect!
At this moment, within the Southern Flood Domain.
Eighteen thick and powerful auras soared into the sky, spreading in different directions towards the watery domain.
For these high-level Demons, a distance of a few hundred feet was just a single step.
But even so.
One of the White Jade Capital Demon Generals, a guardian of the stone, stood frozen, gazing at the nearby water surface, unable to move.
His entire body seemed rooted to the spot, and his sturdy arms, capable of causing chaos, trembled uncontrollably. This wasn't out of fear but rather in resistance to the sudden gaze that enveloped him.
In the dark currents nearby.
A figure, about nine zhang tall, with a wide back and shoulders like mountains, emerged, wearing a crown with a dragon-shaped headpiece.
He was clad in a magnificent robe, embroidered with a fierce Yellow Plague Toxin Dragon.
The lifelike pattern, combined with the calm expression below the crown, seemed to be speaking.
But no sound came out, and it was clear that this White Jade Capital guardian was not right.
The grandly dressed old dragon suddenly lost interest in questioning and casually raised his arm, its fingers withered and clawed, and pointed casually.
"Prince..."
Even after receiving the blessing of the Demonic Essence, this guardian instinctively shouted out the other's identity.
"Hmm?"
The Southern Dragon Palace Prince seemed surprised that this thing could still speak, and even seemed to recognize him.
He raised an eyebrow, but it was too late; his finger had already pointed.
In an instant, the equally large and robust Demon General's face twisted into a fierce expression, and without any resistance, he turned into rubble.
Crack.
The scattered stones floated with the waves, and the Southern Dragon Palace Prince casually picked up a piece in his palm.
No matter how a Spirit Puppet was crafted, it would always have a connection with its master.
This was why he had remained calm from start to finish.
However, moments later.
The Southern Dragon Palace Prince frowned slightly, looking at the ordinary-looking stone, which had no restriction talismans or traces of precious treasures.
There was only a faint scent of Aquatic Tribes blood.
He thought for a moment, and a white light suddenly appeared in his palm, enveloping the rubble.
At that moment.
The Southern Dragon Palace Prince hissed, his face changing for the first time.
The rubble turned into a pile of blood powder, which was then washed away by the waves, and his palm, which had been bloodied and mangled, seemed terrifying.
A lifeless object, after being completely destroyed.
It still had the power to injure him.
Stranger still, despite his extensive knowledge, he couldn't identify what was driving this Spirit Puppet.
Could it be the work of a force outside of the Southern Flood Domain?
"Heh."
The Southern Dragon Palace Prince looked up at the water's surface. He had initially only received news from Ko Shiliang's general and was taking a casual stroll.
He had never expected to encounter such an interesting incident.
Who was this cultivator, mocking the Southern Dragon Palace?
He raised his head, and the cold dragon head slowly lifted its lips, revealing sharp, white dragon teeth, adding a touch of ferocity to its majestic aura.
"Whoever it is, I'll make you understand that this is no laughing matter."
As he spoke, the Southern Dragon Palace Prince casually clenched his palm and then opened it, and the wound on his palm had already healed.
This was the power of a Demon General, comparable to a Dao Fusion Realm expert.
This was the terrifying foundation of the next ruler of the Southern Flood Domain.
(End of Chapter)
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