Chapter 572: Battling the Celestial Realm Dragon Demon, Summoning the Dragon King

Chapter 572: Battling the Celestial Realm Dragon Demon, Summoning the Dragon King

The once silent grand hall was now filled with the heavy breathing of the Cole Family Prince, each rise and fall like the rumble of thunder.

At this moment, if Shen Yi's actions were to take place in the Immortal Sect, it would be akin to slaughtering another sect's disciple and presenting their head to the other sect leader.

Although the sect leaders remained seated quietly, their long robes stirred slightly, a sign of their energy being activated.

Even they hadn't anticipated that the banquet hadn't even begun, yet it was already over.

Ever since entering the hall, every move made by Lord Shen had exceeded everyone's imagination.

It was as if, in their eyes, the Nan Long Palace was not an exalted entity like the Seven Sons, but rather an existence that could be bullied at will.

But clearly, the Cole Family Prince did not think so.

After a moment, the aging dragon demon slowly straightened his body. He stared indifferently at Shen Yi with his deep-set eyes, suppressing his heavy breathing. He nodded slightly and replied in a calm voice, "Yes, that's the one."

He turned around and looked at the sect leaders of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, his emotions quickly returning to calm. He said sincerely, "No wonder all of you have gathered here in my Nan Long Palace today and are so straightforward. You must have prepared an explanation for my palace."

Upon hearing this, even Qi Zhaoyi couldn't help but glance over with a hint of surprise.

As the Dragon Palace Prince, how could he be so patient?

The sect leaders exchanged glances but did not respond. Instead, they all turned their attention to Shen Yi, who was seated in the main position.

Since he had taken such an action, he must have already made up his mind.

The humiliation of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong and their forced retaliation were justified no matter how it was explained, and it did not break the agreement made by the East Dragon King with other forces.

However, by actively providing evidence against themselves, the Cole Family now took on a reasonable stance, seemingly giving the initiative to the Seven Sons of Nan Hong. In reality, it made the situation quite tricky.

"Hmm."

The Cole Family Prince exhaled, his face beneath the crown uncertain, "Why are you all silent? You killed my clansmen without reason. Don't you owe my palace an explanation?"

He did want to take down the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, but not in such a passive situation, nor did he want to hastily start a battle within the Nan Long Palace.

Over there, Qi Zhaoyi had arrived, and the Western Dragon Palace had not yet officially declared its stance. He still had many allies he could call upon. Today was merely a test.

To put it bluntly, even with the help of his father, if they managed to capture a few sect leaders of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, would those bodies, comparable to the essence of heaven and earth, fall into his hands? Even if he fought to the death, and eventually took revenge for his father, continuing to be a prince and the nominal ruler of Nan Hong, what good would it do? Only by dragging Qi Zhaoyi into the muddy waters of Nan Hong, involving the Western Dragon Palace, and using the power of the West Flood Domain to slay the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, could he gain the greatest benefit.

What needed to be done now was to firmly hold onto this Nan Yang Sect Leader.

He needed to transform the grudge between the Nan Long Palace and the Seven Sons into a grudge between the Cole Family and the Nan Yang Sect.

It was common knowledge that the Nan Long Palace was the most reasonable!

Just like the last time, when the seventh nephew killed a disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, despite being in the wrong, the sixth nephew could only watch helplessly as his wife and children were slaughtered and his entire family was exterminated.

It couldn't be that the Nan Long Palace followed the rules, while the Seven Sons did as they pleased.

If they were truly this arrogant, there would be no need for the Nan Long Palace to take action; many would be willing to suppress this force that dared to rise again.

"..."

Ji Jing Xi clearly saw through the prince's thoughts. He was obviously trying to stir up dissatisfaction among the other sect leaders towards Shen Yi, as he indeed hadn't consulted anyone.

This petty trick was useless, but it was truly annoying to listen to.

The banquet should end here.

With this in mind, she slowly stood up, intending to say something, but she saw that Shen Yi was still lounging lazily on the throne, shaking his head lightly.

Ji Jing Xi paused for a moment, not understanding but sitting back down.

Ye Jiu curiously looked at Shen Yi, wondering how he would respond to the Cole Family Prince's questioning. As the Sky Sword Sect Leader, he, Ye Jiu, despised these verbal disputes, and in the past, Elder Qin had always handled such matters.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Shen Yi straightened up slightly, looking down at the numerous dragon sons and grandsons below, their faces filled with humiliation and their eyes with murderous intent.

He lightly tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingertips, glanced casually at the Cole Family Prince, and said in a clear voice, "Whatever explanation you want, I'll give it to you."

It was a seemingly normal statement, but it subtly exuded a sense of superiority, giving his response a hint of condescension.

"Heh—"

Beneath his lavish robes, the Cole Family Prince's broad shoulders trembled slightly.

The dragon claws hidden within his sleeves clenched tightly.

This young upstart, relying on the protection of Ye Jiu and Ji Jing Xi, and the empty title of the Nan Yang Sect Leader, had completely disregarded the Nan Long Palace from the moment they met.

Did he truly believe it was still ten million years ago?

"Then... I'll thank the Nan Yang Sect in advance."

The crown swayed as the Cole Family Prince opened his mouth, his back turned to the others, and he let out a hoarse laugh.

His sinister eyes slowly swept across his fellow clansmen, and he suddenly roared, "Blood for blood, it's the way of heaven. Who among you dares to argue with the Nan Yang Sect Leader? Regardless of life or death, help my Dragon Palace avenge this blood feud!"

"Anyone?"

Amidst the roar, the dragon sons instinctively averted their gazes.

The fourth prince, a dragon grandson, wished he could hide behind the others. As for the youngest dragon son, the sixth prince, though his eyes were bloodshot, he could only stand there resentfully. With his strength barely comparable to the White Jade Capital, he had no right to be involved in this matter.

Only the second prince, clad in armor, noticed the prince's subtle signal. He strode into the hall with a cold expression and clenched his fist, "Reporting to Your Highness, I'd like to give it a try."

After breaking through, he was eager to make a name for himself.

Today was a perfect opportunity.

Whether it was the location or the opponent, it couldn't be more suitable.

"Very well..."

The Cole Family Prince calmed his breathing, his seemingly furious eyes belying the calmest mind he had ever possessed.

Of course, it would be most prudent for him to handle this matter personally.

But he had gained fame too early, and the Seven Sons of Nan Hong were keeping a close eye on him. His cultivation level, comparable to the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm, was common knowledge. These Sect Leaders would never agree, and that Nanyang kid would definitely back down.

Only his younger brother's recent breakthrough was unknown to anyone except the Southern Dragon Palace.

The Cole Family Prince slowly turned around and looked at the handsome young man in the main seat, speaking slowly and deliberately, "This is the order I want to give. I wonder... will the Nanyang Sect Leader dare to comply?"

The various Sect Leaders and Daozis all furrowed their brows.

The Second Prince of the Cole Family had been a Demon Clan cultivator comparable to a Perfected Earth Realm for many years. It was only because his older brother was born much earlier, far surpassing him in strength, and the Seven Sons of Nan Hong were at their peak that he lacked presence.

"Hmph!"

At that moment, a disdainful laugh echoed through the hall.

Ye Jiu slightly lowered his gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't fathom what the Cole Family Prince was thinking. Today, the Seven Sect Leaders of Nan Hong had gathered, arriving in a grand procession. Were they here to fight one-on-one?

Did they really think they could manipulate him and the others with just a few words, as if they believed that after merging with the Dao, they would all turn into rigid fools?

Ye Jiu never imagined that he could actually kill two Yellow Plague Poison Dragons today, especially with the Dragon Cavern right in front of them. But if there was a chance to test his skills, he would be more than happy to do so.

However, in the next moment, Ye Jiu's smile froze for an instant, and he looked towards the main seat in surprise.

He saw Shen Yi calmly listening to the Cole Family Prince's words and then nodding, "Very well."

This expression, coupled with the Cole Family Prince standing before Shen Yi with his hands clasped behind his back, made that strange sense of grace even more pronounced.

It was as if an earthly emperor was bestowing a reward upon his most favored vassal.

"..."

Everything seemed to be unfolding according to his plan, but as the Cole Family Prince stared at the young man's fair-skinned face, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Shen Yi leaned back and gestured to the Second Prince below, "Come."

With this gesture, the hall fell silent once more.

None of the Sect Leaders had expected Shen Yi to agree so readily.

It was as if he hadn't heard the words 'life and death are insignificant'.

Master Ling Yun suddenly glared at his fellow disciples, completely baffled. What were Ji Jing Xi and Ye Jiu doing, standing there like wooden posts on either side?

Were they not going to speak up and dissuade Shen Yi? Were they not going to take the lead in turning the situation around? Were they just going to stand by and watch as Shen Yi did as he pleased?!

Deng Xiangjun remained silent for a moment, then quietly shook her head, signaling Master Ling Yun to stay calm.

Although she hadn't witnessed it herself, Shen Yi did indeed possess an unusual track record. An Tingfeng was also a well-known Perfected Earth Realm Demon, and although he wasn't as strong as the Second Prince of the Cole Family, he wouldn't be far behind.

This junior disciple simply valued Shen Yi too highly and didn't want him to take on any risk.

But anyone who had interacted with Shen Yi, even briefly, would understand that this young man wasn't the type to be coddled and protected. Even if they built a house and set up a shelter for him, he would tear down the house and destroy the shelter without a second thought, rushing headlong into the rain and wind outside.

"Remember this!"

At that moment, the Sixth Prince in the hall, his eyes bloodshot, finally spoke up, staring intently at Shen Yi, "What does it mean... to accept the consequences of a gamble?"

The Sky Sword Sect had used these four words to ruthlessly trample him underfoot, forcing him to witness the brutal deaths of his wife and child.

Today, within the Greenstone Dragon Palace and under the watchful eyes of the Dragon King, it was time for the Seven Sons of Nan Hong to taste this bitterness!

"..."

The Second Prince of the Cole Family fixed his gaze on the young man's slender fingertips, and the indifference on his face gradually faded, replaced by a cold, cruel smile.

He took a step forward, heading towards the main seat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His footsteps echoed in the quiet hall like the beating of a drum.

With each step, his aura intensified, and in less than twenty steps, he reached his destination.

In the instant his majestic shadow engulfed Shen Yi, the powerful Demon Power caused all the cultivators in the hall to change color. The Daozis' faces turned crimson in an instant, and even those closest to the Sect Leaders rarely faced such a vast aura, causing their blood to surge and nearly burst out of their noses.

Deng Xiangjun also abruptly straightened up, "Celestial Realm?!"

Master Ling Yun was so infuriated that he almost fainted. These bastards hadn't learned from the lessons of Qin Shixiong and Xuan Qing. They had truly lived like dogs all these years.

With the cultivation levels of Ji Jing Xi and Ye Jiu, there was no need for him to remind them, as they had already reacted in an instant.

However, the Cole Family Prince had somehow positioned himself in front of Ye Jiu. The abundant Dragon Qi in the hall caused his eyes to turn into a dazzling golden color, and Ji Jing Xi was also locked onto Qi Zhaoyi's Vital Energy in a single breath.

These two old dragons had endured for so long, and finally, a cruel smile appeared on their faces.

They didn't need to defeat these two Celestial Realm cultivators; they just needed to stall for a while, and that would be enough for the other side to settle the matter.

"Hah! Hah!"

Qi Zhaoyi burst into a carefree laugh, having waited so long for this grand spectacle.

The Second Prince of the Cole Family knew this opportunity was rare, and without hesitation, he lifted his arm and clenched his fist, his movements concise and efficient. Without any fancy techniques, the crimson Demon Power burst forth, emitting an ear-piercing screech, like a raging ghost, causing the entire Greenstone Palace to shake violently, as if engulfed by a raging tide.

The Greenstone Palace stood atop the Dragon Cavern, protected by the Dragon Qi, its stability beyond description. Since Hong Ze, it had remained unmoved.

The transformation of this punch was enough to demonstrate its fierce and savage nature.

"Thank you, Nanyang Sect Master, for giving me this opportunity."

The Second Prince of the Ke family murmured, watching as the Nanyang White Robe was enveloped by demonic power, causing the figure within to appear frail and vulnerable, like a tiny boat in a raging storm, about to be crushed in an instant.

Qi Zhaoyi's laughter echoed through the hall, grating and unpleasant.

But in the next moment, it abruptly ceased.

The entire hall stopped shaking, and the raging demonic power calmed.

Long, slender fingers rested on the Second Prince's clenched fist, restoring peace.

With his slightly swaying hair, Shen Yi remained leaning against the throne, calmly gazing at the slightly dazed dragon face before him. A faint smile lifted the corners of his lips, revealing straight teeth, but despite the seemingly pure smile, an inexplicable chill crept into the hearts of those who saw it.

"You're welcome," he replied softly.

Before his words faded, the slender fingers suddenly pressed down, and amidst the shocked and uncertain gazes of the onlookers, the sharp claws of the Celestial Realm Great Demon, covered in dragon scales, emitted a teeth-grating crunching sound. The claw bones instantly collapsed, shattering into an unknown state.

"Roar!"

The Second Prince opened his mouth wide, unleashing a painful and ferocious howl.

Instinctively, he tried to pull back his hand, but he found that the fingers resting on his fist were unbearably heavy.

The Second Prince looked ahead, his pupils constricting.

At that moment, the endless emerald waves seemed to stretch as vast as the azure sky, and the young man before him sat firmly, like a Divine Mountain calming the heavens, unmoving and unshakable.

Everyone present witnessed this scene.

Even Ji Jing Xi, who had spent the most time with Shen Yi, shifted her gaze from Qi Zhaoyi to the main seat.

She stared intently at the young man in the Nanyang White Robe, releasing her hand that held the moonlight, and her expression gradually became complex.

Ji Jing Xi believed that Shen Yi couldn't have fallen so easily.

It wasn't because she knew of his abilities, but because she felt that Shen Yi was not a reckless child.

She never expected that their own Sect Master Shen could receive this punch from the Celestial Realm Great Demon with such composure.

It was almost... unbelievable.

"Hiss."

Master Ling Yun instinctively inhaled, his body momentarily frozen in place.

After a moment, he awkwardly tugged at his dry white hair, his dazed expression adding a touch of humor to the situation.

Meanwhile, in the main seat, Shen Yi's eyes filled with a faint red mist, a pure and undiluted killing intent, free from any extraneous elements.

The Ten Thousand Tribulation Blood God Art, though only at the initial stage, was far inferior to the Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art. However, it was still effective against a newly advanced Dragon Demon.

In the hall paved with greenstone, wisps of red mist appeared, floating and drifting like needles and threads.

The thick, nauseating scent of blood quickly filled everyone's nostrils, as if in the blink of an eye, the hall had transformed into a hellish landscape of corpse mountains and blood seas.

Beneath Shen Yi's raised white robe, a black cloud roared forth, even more overwhelming than the Second Prince's demonic power. If the previous scene was like countless red ghosts with bared fangs, this black cloud was like a true demonic dance, completely engulfing the Second Prince's majestic figure.

At the same time, the red mist throughout the palace suddenly solidified, shooting into the black cloud.

The roaring black cloud was infused with strands of blood-red, making it appear even more sinister and eerie.

These blood strands crisscrossed the surfaces of the two figures, and Shen Yi's face turned deathly pale, but his eyes shone brighter. In contrast, under the torment of this pure essence forged through countless tribulations, the black cloud echoed with the Second Prince's pitiful wails.

"Ahhhh!"

Shen Yi tightly gripped the Second Prince's fist, and this old dragon desperately struggled to break free, to escape, but he found himself completely restrained by the Divine Mountain. The familiar emerald waves, like the azure sky, trapped him within.

The more the Dragon Demon struggled, the more his body shattered under the irresistible force, his bones breaking inch by inch.

The blood strands pierced through his impenetrable scales, and under the excruciating pain, the Second Prince nearly went insane, blood gushing from his mouth and nose like a spring.

The Divine Mountain Calming Heaven Art, at its initial stage, was equivalent to a divine ability.

From the moment he entered the hall, Shen Yi had been using this art, and the reason he never left the throne was because he had transformed into the Divine Mountain, gradually familiarizing himself with the heavenly canopy until he could harness its full power.

Time passed, and the black cloud seemed to be scattered by a raging wind.

The two figures within became visible again, and the more majestic figure among them fell backward, his entire body limp, landing on the wide stone table, his armor still intact, smashing a table of fine wine and delicacies.

Shen Yi, on the other hand, finally stood up.

He took a step forward, placing one foot on the table, and calmly looked down at the Dragon Demon. Then, he extended his right arm, the wide sleeves of his robe billowing, and his fingers formed a loose grip, from which a Mysterious Golden light swiftly emerged.

Shen Yi calmly drew a straight Golden Patterned Dark Blade from the void.

Amidst the shocked onlookers, he glanced down at the demons below, no longer paying attention to the old dragon. With practiced ease, he gripped the hilt and thrust the blade downward!

Pfft—

The blade pierced the Second Prince's throat, unleashing a blinding crimson blood wave.

With a forceful push, the straight blade sank inch by inch, seemingly cutting through flesh, but emitting a metallic grinding sound.

As if awakened by this sound, or perhaps sensing the familiar scent of blood,

Below the entire greenstone hall, a dragon's roar echoed, as if from the depths of an abyss.

(End of Chapter)

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