Chapter 567: Ten Thousand Demon Hall Slays the Jade-Horned Dragon

Chapter 567: Ten Thousand Demon Hall Slays the Jade-Horned Dragon

Rustle—

The sudden appearance of several figures caused an eerie silence to descend upon the area outside the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chiyang stood in silence, trying their best to conceal their astonishment, but their pupils instinctively contracted.

Despite their cultivation, they couldn't see through the figures shrouded in dark gold robes, nor could they gauge their strength or the depth of their cultivation.

However, judging by their aura alone, it seemed as if these few individuals had surrounded the Dragon Palace, putting them in a tight spot!

"Old Liu, who are these people?" Elder Chiyang swallowed, unable to contain his curiosity, and discreetly inquired using his Dao talisman.

Liu Shiqian slowly closed his eyes and exhaled, then honestly replied, "I don't know."

To be frank, aside from having one more Sacred Ground than Elder Chiyang, he knew very little about the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion.

But this situation had truly exceeded the scope of what the two of them could handle, even with Liu Shiqian's early Earth Realm cultivation.

Regardless, since Sect Master Shen had sent him here, he couldn't possibly be putting him in harm's way.

"..."

Many of the water demons from the Dragon Palace were unsure of the current situation.

They had accompanied the Fourth Duke of the Qi Family on his tour, and wherever they went, no matter how powerful the immortal sects or demon clans they encountered, they were always treated with respect and flattery.

However, today seemed different; they appeared to have met their match, and it felt a bit prickly.

The two trusted demon generals brought by Qi Zhaoping had their faces gradually twist into peculiar expressions, sensing a resemblance between the current scene and their previous visit.

They couldn't help but mutter to themselves.

Could it be that after helping repair the ground bricks last time, they'd have to fix the Clan Defense Array before leaving this time?

Although they had just been complaining, the words that reached their ears the next moment made the expressions on the two demon generals' faces intensify several times over.

"Let's talk."

Qi Zhaoyang casually sheathed his treasure sword, acting as if nothing had happened, and didn't mention entering the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion again.

As the Fourth Duke of the Western Dragon Palace, with a cultivation comparable to the Heaven Realm, he could handle the Western Flood's matters with ease. However, this didn't include another Heaven Realm powerhouse...or even two.

"Ah?"

Qi Zhaoping, who had been pointing at Ke Shisan, froze upon hearing these words, his face contorting in shock.

He had just been talking about teaching these people a lesson, but now it seemed like they were only going to talk?

Frustrated, he clenched his fists and lowered his right arm in disappointment.

If even the Fourth Duke found this situation troublesome, Qi Zhaoping didn't dare to say more.

It was clear that his deduction had been flawed; the so-called Ten Thousand Demon Hall seemed to possess strength beyond his imagination.

"Phew..."

Elder Chiyang quietly heaved a sigh of relief, then curiously looked ahead.

For some reason, he felt his spine straighten.

To be able to force a Heaven Realm dragon demon to bow its head, and that too a duke of the Western Dragon Palace, was exhilarating, even though it had nothing to do with him.

It was a pity that without the involvement of an immortal, the Southern Hong Seven Sons could probably have bullied the Southern Dragon Palace in a similar manner.

He decided to advise Old Liu that after this matter was resolved, they should return to Southern Hong together.

Although the Sacred Ground was enticing, these dragon demons weren't easy to deal with. After losing face today, there was no guarantee they wouldn't hold a grudge in the future.

Just then, Elder Chiyang noticed a slight tremor in Liu Shiqian's silhouette.

"Your esteemed hall has just arrived, and we haven't even held a welcoming banquet yet. Once the esteemed lords of your hall find the time, I will definitely host a banquet. If your masters are willing to attend, I can even invite my father, the Dragon King, to join us. Let's sit down and discuss the matters of the Western Flood."

Qi Zhaoyang steadied his breath and calmed his mind, his face showing no trace of embarrassment.

Being able to withdraw from the succession struggle and calmly preside over the Duke's Palace demonstrated his unwavering determination.

As the saying goes, one shouldn't strike a smiling face.

Moreover, as Heaven Realm powerhouses, they had endured the hardships of cultivation and valued their lives, making them less likely to engage in life-or-death battles.

If the Ten Thousand Demon Hall truly had the confidence, why wouldn't they dare to sit down and talk face-to-face? It was merely a matter of territory and resources, which could be negotiated. There was no need to push things to the brink.

"Talk?"

Wu Jun lowered his head, fiddling with his nails, and from beneath the dark gold robe, a grating laughter suddenly echoed: "Haha!"

He casually flicked away a non-existent clump of mud, then raised his head, his voice hoarse as he spoke: "That old stinking dragon, your father, dares to share a banquet with my master? Has water gotten into your brain?"

Before he finished speaking, the demons present turned pale, their shock beyond words.

They couldn't fathom how anyone in the Western Flood could dare to speak so arrogantly to the old Dragon King.

Who exactly was this 'master' they spoke of?

Could it be that the Ten Thousand Demon Hall was cultivated by the Great Immortal Hongze? Otherwise, how could they be so unreasonably arrogant to such an incomprehensible degree?

Elder Chiyang understood why Liu Shiqian was trembling; the other party was already mobilizing the energy of the Sacred Ground and preparing to make a move.

"..."

Qi Zhaoyang never expected such a response and momentarily contorted his face.

Rao Yishi's temperament was also provoked to the point of anger by this blatant display of contempt.

However, he was not given a chance to react.

Suddenly, a fleshy figure stepped onto the treasure chariot, and the entire chariot exploded, causing Qi Zhaoping to fall downward without warning. He only had time to reach out and grab the reins of the Black-Backed Dragon.

"Roar!"

Under the terrifying force, the massive Black-Backed Dragon wailed as it was torn apart, its mouth corners ripped open.

In that instant, Qi Zhaoping transformed into a slender Jade Horned Silver Dragon. He glanced upwards and saw the "shorty" he had spoken of earlier, as well as Yu Lan, who was looking down at him.

In that brief moment of contact, he sensed something amiss and, before he could roar, his body trembled as he tried to withdraw.

The enormous Silver Dragon rolled, causing the mountains to shake and the earth to crack. It smashed into two high cliffs and headed straight towards the waters.

At the same time, Yu Lan swiftly reached out.

Her fair and slender arm instantly transformed into a sky-covering sharp claw, grasping towards the figure below!

The Jade Horned Silver Dragon looked up in horror and saw sharp claws like hooks, covered in fine scales that glowed crimson, resembling a heavenly net that descended upon them, covering almost the entire area around the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion and the surrounding mountains.

Amidst this, a surging yet invisible fiery flame rose, as if turning the area into a sea of fire.

Under the huge shadow.

Qi Zhaoping felt his entire body burning, as if he was about to be dried up. He abruptly raised his jade horn, attempting to tear apart the heavenly net, and simultaneously, a mournful cry rang out: "Fourth Brother, save me!"

Crack!

The sharp claws swiftly changed, becoming just the right size to grasp the dragon's head. Under the cold and cruel claws, the Jade Horned Silver Dragon's most prized jade horn shattered like crystal.

The claw's tip pierced into Qi Zhaoping's skull, dragging him up into the air.

The massive dragon body struggled frantically, scattering the clouds and sea, but it was as helpless as a loach caught by a fisherman.

The crimson dragon blood quickly gushed from its head, staining its beautiful silver scales, which shimmered with brilliance in the sky curtain.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Finally, the hideous dragon head, with its wide-open eyes, was crushed into pieces!

As the crimson blood rain fell, a noble Dragon Son met his absurd demise between the West Flood Domain's land and water.

Sensing the strong stench of blood, everyone froze in their places.

But even before Yu Lan had acted, Qi Zhaoyang, who had already reacted, stared intently ahead.

He drew his sword and slashed, but the sword blade never landed.

This was because a delicate small hand casually gripped the sword's edge, and the powerful sword that could split mountains and seas failed to draw blood from that hand.

Not even the death of his own brother could distract Qi Zhaoyang.

In that single encounter, he realized the dire situation he was in! The two stared at each other quietly.

The waters beneath them became increasingly turbulent, and the rolling waves covered the entire sky, turning it into a dark and gloomy sight.

When the terrifying wave crashed down, it could completely submerge all the land around the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion.

Amidst the water, thunder flashed, and a violent roar erupted.

But in An Yi's eyes, there was only the sword.

She clenched her fist, and with a barely perceptible crisp sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the sharp sword, quickly spreading.

The entire sword shattered in her delicate hand.

An Yi held the fragments, seemingly unaware of the terrifying giant wave behind her. She turned her gaze towards Qi Zhaoyang, who was drenched in sweat.

In an instant, the hood moved, revealing her clever little face.

However, on this human-like face, a pair of vertical pupils were filled with moonlight, turning them pure white.

"Roar—"

Beneath the dark gold robe, a mighty and crimson demonic power shook the heavens, instantly transforming the dark sky into a red-hued scene, like a heavy blow that shattered the sky-covering giant wave, tearing apart the thunder within it, causing it to turn into a torrential downpour that fell back into the waters.

Amidst the sound of the pouring rain, a tiger's roar that shook the soul enveloped Qi Zhaoyang.

He released the sword hilt, staggering backward, his face contorting. The silver armor and mantle on his body were torn by his bulging muscles, and his majestic figure instantly transformed into an even larger Jade Horned Silver Dragon, soaring straight towards the sky.

Qi Zhaoyang could escape, but the surrounding Demon Generals could not.

Facing the might of a Heaven Realm powerhouse, this group of demons, who were merely at the cultivation level of White Jade Capital, were in an even worse state than the few Daoists before An Tingfeng. They were so overwhelmed that their souls were completely obliterated by the tiger's roar.

"It seems the West Palace Lord knows how to care for his people."

Ke Shisan crossed his arms and stood, his excitement growing.

Being personal attendants to these Dragon Sons on their inspection tour, they had all, to some extent, been influenced by the Dragon bloodline, and among them were even some "Dragon Sons and Grandchildren," but their bloodline was not pure enough, so they could only serve as Demon Generals.

Looking at An Yi, and then at Yu Lan, Qi Zhaoping's dear Uncle was crushed to the point where his brains splattered, blood raining down from the sky, such a waste.

"..."

Yue Tianji watched quietly, after all, the Master wouldn't dare provoke North Hong at this time.

Even in North Hong, the fall of a Heaven Realm powerhouse was a huge matter that required the involvement of various parties and could even lead to changes in the entire Hongze situation.

But at this moment, it was so straightforward and efficient.

It was a pity that he couldn't personally join in, he could only watch from afar.

"Kill!"

Qi Zhaoyang's eyes turned red amidst the tiger's roar as he watched the sharp claws coming towards him. On the finely detailed claw scales, a large blood talisman suddenly appeared, as if it had materialized out of thin air.

If he mishandled the situation, perhaps another blood talisman would appear.

Thinking of this, he fiercely struck out with his claw!

The Heaven Realm Great Demon, with the bloodline of the Dragon Palace, had a body far stronger than what ordinary cultivators could imagine.

The dragon claw and the bird claw collided heavily, and the raging demonic energy instantly surged towards the entire West Flood!

This was the residual power of a clash between Heaven Realm powerhouses!

Compared to Qi Zhaoping, whose head was easily seized, Qi Zhaoyang, as the older brother, clearly had the upper hand. He forcibly pushed back the terrifying bird claw.

The raging heart flame engulfed the dragon's body, but the jade horn on his head emitted a faint glow, protecting his body's scale armor.

"Die for this king!"

The Jade Horned Silver Dragon tightly grasped the bird claw, and with its massive body, it fiercely pressed down towards Yu Lan. With a phoenix cry, the feathered wings spread out like jade, and the giant phoenix demon revealed its true form, its wingspan spanning hundreds of meters.

The two ferocious demonic beasts clashed in mid-air.

The shadow cast by their bodies enveloped the entire Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion, with alternating light and darkness, as if the heavens were enraged, signaling the end of the world.

"Let's go."

Wu Jun turned around and suddenly embraced Liu Shiqian's shoulder, calmly heading towards the interior of the Ten Thousand Phenomena Pavilion, "After returning to Southern Hong, act as if you didn't see or hear anything. Rest assured, what's yours will not be taken away by anyone."

This statement seemed to be a reminder to Liu Shiqian, but it was also a warning to Elder Chiyang beside him.

Upon hearing this, the two elders from Clear Moon Sect silently acknowledged, keeping this matter buried deep in their hearts.

It was clear that this Heaven Realm Jade Horned Silver Dragon was doomed.

Don't be fooled by his current advantage, because... that petite figure hadn't made a move yet.

Moreover, in the sky, there were two figures wearing the same robe, likely of similar cultivation realms, quietly guarding the path ahead.

If even the Pavilion Master was of the same level, then with this additional figure, there were a total of five Heaven Realm powerhouses.

Just thinking about this terrifying number made Liu Shiqian and Chiyang feel a sense of foreboding.

To be honest, their relationship with the Ten Thousand Demon Hall wasn't that close. The current situation was entirely due to Sect Master Shen's connections.

But who knew what agreements Sect Master Shen had made with these Great Demons, and how long this relationship could last.

If they truly offended these Pavilion Masters, Liu Shiqian was certain that the disaster this would bring to the Southern Hong Seven would be more terrifying than offending the Western Dragon Palace! It was always wise to be cautious and prudent.

As the three of them stepped into the magic array, a shrill cry echoed from behind them.

"Roar!"

In the blue sky, the petite figure leaped high, using the simplest and most brutal method, smashing her knee into the Jade Horned Silver Dragon's lower jaw.

The immense difference in size between their bodies was like an ant trying to lift an elephant.

Boom!!

However, under that straightforward and efficient knee strike, the entire dragon lifted its head and then flipped over! Qing Feng took the opportunity to tear open the silver dragon's upper abdomen with her claws, pouring all the blazing heart flame into it.

Qi Zhaoyang howled as he struggled, his dragon tail lashing like a whip, randomly striking Qing Feng's body. Each swing of his tail could shatter a mountain peak.

An Yi calmly grabbed a handful of dragon whiskers.

Then, she took a step and swept out, tossing the nearly thousand-meter-long dragon like a broken sack, and then stomped on its head. Her arm struck out fiercely, swinging left and right like a mighty force, breaking off the two jade horns.

Amidst Qi Zhaoyang's dragon roar,

She summoned her demonic power, summoning two dragon horns, one of which firmly pierced the dragon's vital point, while the other was embraced like a giant cleaver, slicing down along the dragon's spine!

She directly tore open Qi Zhaoyang's flesh, revealing the pale dragon bone.

"I take back what I said earlier."

Ke Shisan's face was filled with pain as he released his arms, and then he saw An Yi suddenly land on the dragon bone and raise her fist.

She slid down, her punches falling like heavy rain!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of her punches reverberated like thunder, without any unnecessary movements.

Each punch mercilessly shattered a section of bone.

By the time she reached the dragon's tail, the entire Jade Horned Silver Dragon had lost all signs of life, and it softly fell towards the water!

(End of Chapter)

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