Chapter 510: Nan Yang Sect Leader, Dragon Palace Prince (6K2)

Chapter 510: Nan Yang Sect Leader, Dragon Palace Prince (6K2)



The faint scent of blood still lingered in the air, not yet completely dispersed.

Elder Liu's roar seemed to echo in everyone's ears until a cold wind blew, causing the cultivators in the square to shiver collectively, feeling a chill that started from their soles and crept up their spines to the top of their heads.

Instinctively, they looked up towards the sky.

Shen Yi sat high on the long stairs, his voice not loud, but in the midst of this silence, it was enough for every cultivator to hear him with utmost clarity.

The thin letter was stuck straight into the long table.

Even after Liu Xingshan's fall, this letter remained unopened.

However, no one questioned this matter.

Not only was there Liu Xingshan's agitated reaction, almost confirming his guilty conscience, but also Shen Yi's current status as the sect leader, whose words were as good as gold... To put it bluntly, even if Liu Xingshan was truly wronged, as long as the other six sect leaders didn't speak up, no one else would dare to step forward and save him.

Of course, the matter had already been settled.

Elder Liu was among the top experts of the Southern Flood Seven Sons, second only to the few Daozis and the six great sect leaders, and his status was undoubtedly lofty. His death should have been a major event that shook the entire Southern Flood, yet at this moment, it was so quiet that it didn't stir up even the slightest ripple.

Compared to the reason for his fall, the cultivators were more shocked by the process of his demise.

Even though Liu Xingshan's state was not quite right, and even though he had only opened two cities, after all... he was still that renowned elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

A mere stomp could cause a huge wave in the Southern Flood.

Facing such a powerful opponent's life-threatening strike, even Su Hongxiu or someone like Wei Yuanzhou would need to be fully focused, as a moment's distraction could lead to a fatal mistake.

But Sect Master Shen didn't even bother to stand up.

He merely raised his hand casually, without summoning a Dao Palace or opening the White Jade Capital Immortal City, and then slowly and calmly pressed down his palm.

Liu Xingshan's surging aura instantly calmed down.

The raging figure that charged forward in anger seemed to disappear without a trace, causing no disturbance, and then shattered into a pile of flesh.

To be so easily suppressed!

How could this possibly be the means a White Jade Capital cultivator should possess?

The Daozis who were initially watching with interest all fell silent, and then simultaneously, they averted their gazes from the figure on the high platform, their eyes filled with apprehension.

"..."

Wei Yuanzhou's eyes twitched twice, and this subtle change on someone known for his composure was already considered a sign of losing his composure.

He knew that Shen Yi's progress was rapid, but regarding the horrifying scene before him, his feelings were not much different from the other Daozis.

Because this was no longer something that could be explained by talent and comprehension alone.

In ancient books, there were rumors of sudden enlightenment and becoming an immortal, but rumors were ultimately false. However, the Shen Yi before them, who had reached the White Jade Capital in less than a year and was able to crush his peers, was very real.

Aside from a reincarnated immortal, Wei Yuanzhou couldn't think of any other possibility.

Even the palm strike he had just executed seemed like an immortal's technique; otherwise, how could he have easily slain Liu Xingshan, a White Jade Capital elder capable of opening three cities, as if he were just a piece of fish on a chopping board?

He suddenly felt a bit of fear.

If his sister's strength had been stronger and had truly caused trouble for Sect Master Shen without letting him know, not giving him a chance to make amends... then it wouldn't have been as simple as sealing her cultivation and imprisoning her.

Beside Wei Yuanzhou,

Su Hongxiu stood with her hands hanging loosely by her sides, staring intently at the spot where Liu Xingshan had fallen. She closed her eyes, and a look of seriousness appeared on her face, which had a hint of mature charm. Her nose twitched slightly, as if she had smelled something.

It was the scent of a sword, like some kind of sword body she didn't know.

Aside from this... there was also a Dao Soldier.

If she hadn't mistaken it, it should be a Primordial Heaven Soldier.

At the moment Liu Xingshan's body shattered, these vague auras, though they only appeared for an instant, were still captured by Su Hongxiu's keen perception.

It seemed like just a palm strike, but it incorporated many things.

Liu Xingshan's death was not unjust.

Su Hongxiu opened her eyes, and instead of feeling proud for perceiving these things, the look in her eyes towards Shen Yi became even more intense with awe and astonishment.

The deeper one looked, the more terrifying it became.

Previously, she had wondered when Shen Yi would grow to a level that truly piqued her interest in a battle, but after witnessing this scene, the only thought left in her mind was how to win and how to counter that palm strike.

Even if she opened the third city, could she win? As this thought flashed through her mind, Su Hongxiu couldn't help but pause.

After all, when facing Liu Xingshan earlier, her initial thought was that with her full strength, she could defeat him with a single sword. Yet now, because of Shen Yi, she doubted herself.

"There will always be a chance to fight."

Su Hongxiu slowly averted her gaze, as she couldn't bear to watch any longer, lest she fall into confusion, lose her courage before the battle, and have a flawed Dao heart.

"How did it suddenly... turn into a fight..."

Treasure Flower Fairy unconsciously looked at her master, not because she was weak-willed, but simply because she was younger than the Southern Flood Daozis and lacked experience.

What's more important is that this matter involves Shen Yi, and she inexplicably feels her heart stir.

"..."

The old woman with a walking stick gently shook her head at Treasure Flower Fairy, signaling for her disciple to calm down. But despite her apparent composure, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes, which she couldn't hide.

No wonder it's the largest human force in Nan Hong.

Such a young cultivator possesses a strength that even surprises this old woman," she thought the old woman.

No wonder they wanted to elevate him to the position of Zongzhu before he reached the Dao Fusion Realm.

Such a heavenly genius, not only in Nan Hong but also in the entire Hongze, is sought after by various forces.

This includes the Dragon Palace.

They probably wouldn't mind having a relationship with him like they did with Xuan Qing many years ago, allowing a purple-bearded white dragon with the title of 'Fairy' to secretly develop feelings for him. Those days were when the Dragon Palace and the human forces were at their most peaceful, not interfering with each other and living separately on land and water.

This divine couple, unknown to many cultivators, had saved them from danger and granted them a precious period of cultivation.

Thinking of the term "divine couple," a hint of mockery appeared on the old woman's lips, along with a murderous intent that no one could detect.

Some creatures, no matter how much you try to adorn them with beautiful words and give them a good name, are born to be ridden by others.

Xuan Qing, you've truly lost your mind...

"This..."

Treasure Flower Fairy noticed that her master had suddenly fallen into deep thought again, causing her face to turn slightly pale. Her master was probably the only one in the room who could still have wandering thoughts in such a situation.

Fortunately, there were other Dao Fusion Realm experts present.

The six Zongzhu quickly retracted their gazes, each with their own thoughts, but it wasn't appropriate to discuss them at the Seven Sons Assembly.

Wei Yuanzhou's thoughts were actually quite normal.

Although Nan Hong was a bit remote, they still had connections with the outside world. They had heard of things like the reincarnation of immortals... Forget about immortals, let's be blunt—what exactly is the relationship between Shen Yi and Qin Shixiong? This young cultivator was from Nanyang.

Yet, he didn't show the slightest fear of the outside world. It seemed that in the moment he stepped out, he had already accepted this fact, and his goal was extremely clear.

In a short time, not only did his cultivation soar, but he also completely offended the Dragon Palace.

According to the information the Zongzhu had quietly observed over the past few days, this young man hadn't done anything else. He was either offending the Dragon Palace or on his way to offend them.

Shen Yi's thoughts could be seen from the blood talisman he intentionally revealed when he raised his palm earlier.

Qin Shixiong had already cultivated a Dragon Slayer, and now he wanted to do it again? Or perhaps, it was Qin Shixiong himself who wanted to return and help his disciple solidify this title?

The six Zongzhu lowered their eyes and looked at the figure sitting on the armchair.

On his fair and handsome face was the same calmness as Qin Shixiong back then, causing them to fall into a brief daze.

A hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of the Clear Moon Sect Master, "..."

What are you back for? Is it for revenge?

But where are your enemies in Hongze? Your enemies are in the heavens.

Shixiong, do you want to take us all down with you... This, it's not that we can't die, but even if we do, we won't be able to let out this breath.

"Continue."

The Wushuang Zongzhu lightly raised his palm, and as his voice echoed, everyone's hearts suddenly calmed down.

For now, they put Liu Xingshan's matter aside.

The entire Seven Sons Assembly proceeded smoothly according to the previously established procedures.

Over a dozen White Jade Capital Elders stood up, stepped on auspicious clouds, and rose into the air, holding jade orders and began to loudly read the imperial edict.

As the obscure and incomprehensible verses were spoken, white clouds gathered to form a crane that carried them to the four seas and eight directions. The new Zongzhu's name would spread throughout Nan Hong and even further places at the fastest speed.

Countless creatures, whether in high mountains or vast oceans, would know of this matter that could shake the situation in Nan Hong.

Seven white rainbow lights shone brightly, Spirit Peak trembled, the Heavenly Sword soared, and the green waves became more turbulent. Amidst the white clouds, the Clear Moon dimmed its radiance.

Under their illumination, the huge sun hung high in the sky, becoming even more dazzling. The warm and radiant light enveloped this rare and beautiful scenery.

The guests stood up and bowed.

The Immortal Sect disciples marched in unison, holding their swords with both hands and kneeling on one knee towards the figure above.

"..."

On the long steps, Shen Yi remained seated quietly. Today, he wasn't the humble cultivator who had just arrived in Hongze; the fluttering Nanyang white robe he wore represented the entire Nanyang Sect and more than 180 affiliated families.

At this moment, the lives of these people were hanging on him.

Of course, that's what they say.

But it's still boring.

Shen Yi closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of wielding the ink saber and cutting through the air. Dao soldiers and ordinary magical treasures were completely different. Although it looked like just a sword, it was actually the entire Immortal City empowering the cultivator.

After all, it was the first time he had summoned the Immortal City.

After using the Wusheng Palm, Shen Yi actively removed the confusing effect of Tianyan Siji. He also wanted to test how different he was from other cultivators of the same realm after spending so much demonic essence lifespan to ascend to the White Jade Capital.

However, the result was somewhat disappointing.

It wasn't that there was a problem with the ink saber or the Black Mystic Armor, but mainly because Liu Xingshan's state was wrong. Whether it was his aura or his mental state, he seemed to have suffered a great deal of damage and couldn't fully display his strength.

Shen Yi's victory was so effortless that it didn't even reflect the disparity between the Dao soldiers.

Oh well, there will always be another chance.

Shen Yi opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the few Daozi below, and then glancing in a certain direction.

...

A white crane soared into the clouds.

Apart from the Southern Flood Seven Sons, there was a rugged floating island with three figures standing with their hands behind their backs, silently watching the white crane depart.

The leader was a giant snake-dragon.

It wore luxurious clothes, flicked its tongue, and its vertical pupils emitted a chilling aura. Its voice was calm, "Let's give them some face for the last time."

Even though the Dragon Palace already had a 90% certainty, this intrusion into the aquatic tribe was still connected to the Southern Flood Seven Sons.

But there was no evidence.

There was no need to disturb the Seven Sons Assembly.

However...

Today was the day.

The snake-dragon held the Dragon Palace Prince's edict, and this time, it would seek an explanation for the Fifth Prince and the Four Dragon Grandsons.

The Southern Flood Seven Sons used the assembly as an excuse to delay, which seemed pointless to the snake-dragon, as everyone in the Southern Flood knew the character of their Prince.

Either they would ignore it, but once they got involved, they would come to question the offenders in the name of the Southern Flood's master.

How could they possibly accept returning without any achievements?

"I also want to see how they plan to brush this off," the demon general behind him echoed with a sinister expression.

The lives of so many aquatic warriors couldn't be brushed off with just a few words.

The so-called courtesy before force, if the Southern Flood Seven Sons didn't want to take the opportunity offered by the Dragon Palace, there were other ways to handle the situation.

In the eyes of these demon generals, now was actually a very good opportunity.

With the Southern Dragon King still alive, the Western Dragon Palace would definitely lend its full support. Taking advantage of the immediate conclusion of the Seven Sons Assembly, with the attention of all major Southern Flood forces gathered here, it was better to engage in a real battle.

Even if they couldn't annihilate the Seven Sons in one fell swoop, with the combined efforts of the two Dragon Palaces, they could at least severely damage these cultivators, causing them to lose face, their forces to disintegrate, and leaving them with no chance to recover for tens of thousands of years.

A tiger's den was no place for others to sleep soundly.

Even though the Southern Flood Seven Sons appeared calm, they were still a formidable power not to be underestimated, and when these Dragon Palace warriors took action, they often did so cautiously.

"If they don't follow the rules, they must provide an explanation," said the remaining demon general, who looked somewhat sullen, slowly raising his head to look in the direction where the five white rainbows converged.

"What kind of explanation do you want?"

Just then, a hoarse voice came from behind the demon general.

The demon general tensed up, instinctively turning to look back, but before he could speak, he heard mocking words from the other side.

"And you call yourselves following rules?"

"..."

The snake-dragon clenched its sharp claws, and despite just breathing, it already had a sense of sweating profusely. As a trusted demon general of the White Jade Capital, it had completely failed to notice the approach of others.

Its peripheral vision quickly scanned to the side.

The next moment, those chilling pupils slowly dilated.

Behind the three of them stood a majestic figure, several zhang tall, with massive dragon horns that instilled fear. Its sharp jaw was covered in dense dragon whiskers, and its body was so muscular that it seemed on the verge of bursting. Its chest and abdomen muscles were as thick as green bricks.

Its entire body resembled a towering mountain, covered in coarse golden dragon scales.

Standing there with its hands by its sides, it exuded an endless oppressive aura, making it feel like one couldn't catch their breath, a truly terrifying sight.

The snake-dragon looked towards the other side.

Another mountain-like figure strolled over, its body glowing with a dark golden hue. Its arms, covered in shell-like armor, were as thick as giant trees, and even its skin was rough like rocks. On its ferocious face, there was a hint of playful smile.

These two uninvited guests seemed incredibly bizarre.

Not only did they emanate a terrifying aura, but their bodies, clearly having lived for tens of thousands of years, still retained their vitality.

"Where did these old monsters come from?"

The snake-dragon swallowed, unconsciously taking a step back.

Logically, a demon that had lived for so long should have been on par with the Prince, possessing strength comparable to the Unification Realm.

But these two demon monsters didn't seem to have such high cultivation, but in terms of their demon bodies, they seemed to have developed to the extreme, and the nobility of their bloodline... to say something disrespectful, they gave the snake-dragon a feeling that was even more astonishing than the Crown Prince.

"Who are you to dare meddle in the Dragon Palace's affairs?!" The snake-dragon asked, feigning composure.

The two bizarre demon monsters hadn't replied yet, but the sullen demon general seemed to have seen something unbelievable. He stared intently at the yellow dragon's eyebrows and eyes, feeling more and more familiar the longer he looked, and finally blurted out a sentence that even he found hard to believe.

"Thirteenth... Thirteenth Young Master?"

"..."

Ke Shi San glanced sideways, then slowly raised his hand, spreading out his five sharp dragon claws.

In an instant, a powerful demon power burst forth, enveloping the demon general's body, who roared helplessly as he was pulled to the side.

Ke Shi's dragon claws firmly grasped the demon general's head, lifting it into the air. His eyes were filled with indifference.

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Before he could finish, the demon general's head exploded in Ke Shi's palm. Thick blood oozed from his fingertips, which he casually flicked away.

"You!"

Another demon general stood by, stunned by the scene. Without hesitation, he dashed to the side.

However, before he could escape the floating island, his vision was engulfed by a pitch-black light.

Boom!

Wu Jun slammed his shoulder into the demon general, intending to smash him back onto the floating island. But as the terrifying and indescribable power poured down, the demon general's bones shattered, and his body exploded into a bloody mess!

Ke Shi glanced at the demon general indifferently.

"..." Wu Jun paused, then helplessly patted the bloodstains on his shoulder, "I'll take care of the body."

The snake-dragon smelled the blood on its snout and silently observed the two powerful demons.

Before it could make a move, the two were already discussing the disposal of the body.

Was this aged golden dragon truly related to Ke Shi's dragon grandson?

And why did it refer to itself as the Eastern Hall Master... What hall was that?

Why had it never heard of such a force in Nan Hong? Could it be from outside?

But none of this mattered now.

The most important thing was its life.

"Both of you, I am here under the orders of the Southern Dragon Palace Prince to inquire about the calamity that befell the water tribe with the Nan Hong Seven Sons. Moreover, during battle, messengers are not to be harmed. If you two insist on your actions and break the rules, you will face dire consequences."

The snake-dragon immediately held up the edict, clutching it like a lifeline.

However, the edict that made all forces in Nan Hong wary was met with laughter from the black turtle demon.

"Hmph."

Wu Jun slowly approached the snake-dragon, suddenly reaching out to grasp its neck, and then pointed to his face, "Do you know who I am?"

"Huh!" The snake-dragon was still in awe of this monster's formidable body. The seemingly casual palm strike made it feel helpless to evade.

Hearing the question, it subconsciously replied, "I don't know."

"Then that's that."

Wu Jun's smile gradually faded, and his expression turned as cold as Ke Shi's, "So, why do you think I would care about your rules?"

In an instant, thick black light enveloped the snake-dragon like ink, covering it completely.

"Huff! Huff!"

The snake-dragon still clutched the edict, holding it high. Its eyes widened, and its breathing became heavy, "My prince is a true dragon comparable to the Unification Realm!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it suddenly heard a muffled popping sound from its body.

Its entire abdomen was pierced by a giant claw.

Then, the dragon claw clenched tightly, crushing its internal organs.

Ke Shi slowly retracted his right claw.

The snake-dragon stumbled and fell to the ground, its body wrapped in black light. It tightly covered its lower abdomen, staring at the two mighty figures in disbelief.

However, it had no chance to say another word.

Wu Jun lifted his foot and stomped down!

As he crushed the snake-dragon's body, he also trampled the edict under his foot.

He lowered his gaze, not lifting his foot, and even stomped a few more times, a mocking smile on his face, "I know you can see it."

Wu Jun slowly crushed the edict, his voice carrying a hint of provocation, "Not satisfied?"

He extended two fingers and lightly tapped his temple, his expression becoming increasingly arrogant, "This hall master is waiting for you to find me. Hmph, the prince... is just a worm from Nan Hong."

"As for now, you can scram."

Wu Jun retracted his gaze, completely crushing the edict into powder.

Deep beneath the waters,

In the dazzling golden and jade-adorned prince's hall,

An old dragon, wearing a crown and regal attire, leaned back on the throne, appearing as if asleep, but beneath the crown, its expressionless face was now extremely gloomy.

It stared silently into the void.

After a long while, it finally closed its eyes.

A chilling smile curled its lips, and its sigh echoed throughout the grand hall, sending shivers down one's spine.

Has the Southern Dragon Palace been dormant for too long?

Not only the Nan Hong Seven Sons, but also...

Let's see.

Let's see if the Southern Dragon Palace has truly fallen to the point where anyone can bully it.

In an instant, the Southern Dragon Palace Prince's figure vanished from the throne room.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at the deepest part of the waters, within a grand hall made of green bricks. Standing before a rough statue of a yellow dragon, he bowed towards the abyss and said, "Father, your son has come to see you."

Ke Laosi knelt on the ground, having begged for an unknown duration without response from the abyss. Finally, a sign of life emerged.

A deep and resonant voice echoed from the depths, "Granted."

Within that single word was an infinite authority.

From the abyss, a pair of eyes gleamed with golden light, their emerald irises filled with the world's most venomous hatred.

(End of Chapter)

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