Chapter 573: Who is the True Master of Nanhong

Chapter 573: Who is the True Master of Nanhong

In the blink of an eye, a yellow shadow, bristling with spikes, burst through the thick layers of green stone, sending dust flying everywhere. The wide stone bricks in the grand hall rose high, as if the earth itself was rumbling!

A deafening boom echoed.

The yellow shadow, like a coiling dragon, broke through the floor tiles and lunged towards the figure in the Nan Yang white robe sitting at the table.

The dragon qi swirling around suddenly stirred, transforming into multiple layers of phantoms, as countless hideous and terrifying dragon heads with gaping mouths roared and pounced forward.

Upon hearing the dragon's roar, the numerous Dragon Sons' faces lit up with joy. They immediately prostrated themselves, bowing their heads to the ground, and cried out:

"Your loyal son welcomes the Father King!"

In Shen Yi's pupils, the yellow shadow gradually enlarged, only to be swiftly dispersed by a red mist.

With slightly disheveled hair, his handsome face remained calm and focused. He stared intently at the yellow shadow, just as he had been serious with his actions, firmly thrusting the blade into the Second Prince's throat, showing no signs of stopping even at this moment.

In his mind's eye, three Heaven Realm Hall Masters, led by Ke Shi San, were poised and ready to sacrifice themselves for their master.

Even if it meant shattering three precious stones, Shen Yi was determined to take the life of this Second Prince today.

After all, the precious stones could be slowly repaired, but the opportunity for Ke Shi San to advance further was limited. Moreover, his strength had already been exposed, and the Nan Long Palace would undoubtedly be more vigilant from now on.

The opportunity must not be missed!

The Second Prince, barely clinging to life, opened his dazed eyes, staring at the youth before him in disbelief.

He couldn't comprehend what the other party was thinking.

The Father King had already made his move.

In such a situation, this youth still dared to challenge him, determined to take his life?

At that moment, the three Hall Masters suddenly fell silent.

Because the yellow shadow stopped three zhang away from the stone table.

In front of it, a figure stood tall and straight, his long robe fluttering in anger, holding a sword in one hand. The ancient Dao sword remained sheathed, and he gripped the middle of the scabbard, a cold smile on his lips, forcefully blocking the yellow shadow three zhang away!

The yellow shadow finally revealed its true form—its muscles rippling like mountain ranges, and its dull scales were covered in moss, exuding a faint scent of decay. It was an incredibly robust dragon arm.

Just the forearm alone was as large as a real Yellow Toxin Dragon, making it hard to imagine the true size of this demon's body.

"Hmph."

Ye Jiu gripped the sword scabbard and coldly snorted, vigorously shaking his arm, and in full view of everyone, he pushed the dragon claw back by several feet.

This scene, witnessed by everyone in the hall, left them all stunned.

Especially Qi Zhaoyi and the Kelu Family Prince, who looked at the Tian Jian Sect Master with a mix of awe and apprehension.

The next moment, Ye Jiu raised his eyebrows and spoke with disdain, his voice echoing in the hall.

"Life and death aside, are you willing to accept the consequences of your gamble?"

In the deathly silent hall, the sound of the long knife cutting through flesh became increasingly distinct.

The Second Prince extended his claws, gripping the blade tightly, and a muffled gurgling sound emerged from his throat, as if pleading for mercy or cursing in anger.

The dragon arm that had emerged from the ground slowly rose, its claws clenching into a fist.

A deep voice reverberated throughout the hall.

"I'll only say this once."

"Stop."

Not just in Nanhong, but even in the entire Hongze, few could afford to ignore the warning of the Nan Long King.

Moreover, this was within his own lair.

The various sect leaders gazed at this old rival with complex emotions, then turned their eyes towards the youth sitting in the main position.

Shen Yi also looked at the dragon arm and firmly pressed the blade downward.

Crack!

The golden pattern was dyed red with blood, exuding a hint of demonic charm. The Dark Saber completely pierced through the Second Prince's neck and then straight into the stone brick floor.

[Slayed a Heaven Realm Yellow Toxin Dragon, total lifespan of 690,000 years, remaining lifespan of 270,000 years, absorption complete]



As the system prompt appeared, Shen Yi calmly released the hilt, and the golden-patterned Dark Saber transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his robe.

Whether it was the numerous Dragon Sons prostrating on the ground or the Kelu Family Prince bowing, in that instant, their eyelids twitched, and their shoulders trembled slightly.

They were not only shocked by Shen Yi's audacity but also sensed the emotional turmoil of the Father King.

"..."

Shen Yi casually tore off a piece of the Second Prince's garment and calmly wiped the blood from his palm.

Then, he slightly raised his eyes and threw the wet bloodstained cloth at the feet of the Kelu Family Prince, saying indifferently, "Keep it. This is what you asked for."

The clear voice echoed in the ears of the demons.

They instinctively looked up, and the Nan Yang pattern on the golden silk white robe was so dazzling. In front of this Nan Yang Sect Master, Ye Jiu's proud face was also strangely familiar.

The two of them standing one behind the other made this group of dragon demons suddenly recall the events of ten thousand years ago.

The humiliating past!

The Kelu Family Prince's crown ornament shook violently, and he stared at the torn cloth at his feet, causing his throat to emit an angry tremor.

However, with the Father King present, as the Crown Prince, he had no right to speak. He could only forcefully suppress his anger and wait silently.

"In these years, your progress has been remarkable.

"The Southern Dragon King remained silent for a long time, and finally, he spoke, his voice filled with suppressed killing intent, despite his efforts to hide it.

'Not even close.'

Ye Jiu chuckled lightly, mocking, 'Not enough to drag you, an old thing, out of that cave and behead you with a single sword.'

'But...'

He clenched his fingers around the sword sheath, and a three-inch glow surged out, erasing his smile, 'Hold you off for a while won't be a problem.'

The Southern Dragon King fell silent again, not refuting, but speaking softly, 'Go and prepare. This time... the Southern Flood no longer has the Seven Sons.'

The Seven Sons were not only close companions but also referred to the sacred lands where they had achieved Dao Fusion.

With all seven gathered, they would undoubtedly help Ye Jiu take the final step and reach the perfect Heaven Realm.

It was the same for Ye Jiu, who had reached this realm with external assistance. Even though the Southern Dragon King might endure longer than his opponent, without Ye Jiu's intention to fight to the death, neither side could do much to the other.

As his words fell, the dragon arm slowly retracted, leaving behind a terrifyingly large hole amidst the chaos.

Ye Jiu casually released the Dao Sword in his hand and returned to Shen Yi's right side.

He glanced at Shen Yi, the sect leader, and a hint of barely noticeable surprise flashed through his eyes. Shen Yi's strength was far greater than he had imagined, although still a bit immature. But considering the rapid progress he had made within a short period, it was already shocking enough.

Moreover, aside from strength, Shen Yi's composure and calmness in the face of danger before the Southern Dragon King perfectly matched Ye Jiu's expectations of the Nanyang Sect Leader.

A true great sun should always shine brilliantly! The preciousness of such a temperament was no less than the other's terrifying talent.

As for the Southern Dragon King's threat... it was as if by bowing and admitting defeat, the other party would spare the Southern Flood Seven Sons. Their wolfish ambitions were laid bare, and it was just a matter of time.

'...'

The Kelu Family Prince bent down and picked up the torn cloth, crumpling it in his palm, and then brought it to his nose, sniffing lightly.

Sensing the fresh blood, he then looked towards Shen Yi in front of him.

His premonition proved correct. The resurgence of the Nanyang Sect meant that the Southern Flood Seven Sons were planning a rebellion. These cultivators had forgotten the beatings they had endured and were trying to stand up straight again.

Facing the gaze of the Kelu Family Prince, Shen Yi looked back calmly, 'Is there anything else you want me to do?'

For some reason, everyone present heard a hint of expectation in those words, and their faces turned peculiar.

Upon hearing this, the Kelu Family Prince fell silent for a moment, then gently removed the crown with pendant from his head, tossing it casually to the ground, and self-mockingly smiled, 'Nothing more.'

Beneath the crown was a sinister yet aged face.

This 'test' had made him realize many things. At the very least, without relying on his father's power, and with only himself, plus Qi Zhaoyi, who was of no help, they couldn't move the Southern Flood Seven Sons.

His father had also realized this, and he had personally witnessed how he had caused his brother's death. The other party's final words meant that he wanted to regain control of the Southern Dragon Palace.

With a Dragon King's involvement, the forces that could be mobilized would be even greater, and once they were set in motion, it would mean the complete annihilation of the Seven Sons.

His father didn't even bother to argue with the Seven Sons here, as it would be a pointless entanglement. Just the act of fighting would be enough to show how heavy their killing intent was.

This was no longer a situation that the younger generation could control.

With these words from the Kelu Family Prince, the outcome of this banquet was sealed.

His action of discarding the crown also meant giving up on the idea of inheriting the Dragon Cavern and instead being content to become a trusted general under his father's command.

The Southern Dragon Palace had been comfortable for too long, and only now did they finally feel a strong sense of crisis.

Many Dragon Sons slowly retreated to the sides, no longer daring to make a sound.

Qi Zhaoyi stood with an uncertain expression, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, but in reality, it had completely disrupted his original plan.

You should know that the woman in his family was on good terms with the Seven Sons. If the Southern Flood Seven Sons truly stood up again, he would never be able to turn things around in this lifetime.

'Alright.'

Although Shen Yi was a bit disappointed, he didn't dwell on it.

The goal of provoking the Southern Dragon Palace had been achieved, and the allied sects had made their stance clear. Even in such a situation, the old dragon could endure it, and further provocation would serve no purpose. The other party would never leave this place.

If possible, he would like to sweep away all the Dragon Sons in the hall.

Together, they might even push Ke Liu to the late stage of the Heaven Realm.

However, the strength demonstrated by the Southern Dragon King earlier had dispelled Shen Yi's thoughts... Borrowing strength was one thing, but dragging the sect leaders of the allied sects into a life-and-death crisis, to the point of harming a few of them, was something he couldn't bring himself to do.

They didn't owe him anything.

Moreover, even if they summoned the sect leaders and together severely injured the Southern Dragon King, they still wouldn't be able to truly behead him, which was not a good thing for Shen Yi.

An immortal might not care about such matters, but this old dragon was responsible for helping him manage the Southern Flood's dragon qi. If it was injured, it would surely attract the attention of the immortal.

If they were to fight, they must do so decisively.

Then, with Ke Liu, who also possessed strong dragon blood, temporarily taking the place of the Southern Dragon King, they could stabilize the Dragon Cavern, making it convenient for Shen Yi to contemplate how to fully grasp the power of this realm.

This was the only way out that Shen Yi could think of.

Today's gains were already sufficient.

With that thought, Shen Yi casually picked up the corpse of the Second Prince, placed it within his ring, and then strode out of the palace.

His action caused the numerous dragon demons, who had barely managed to suppress their anger, to look up in astonishment, their eyes widening in shocked fury.

Even the Ke Family Crown Prince clenched his teeth again.

If they had lost the gamble, so be it... But to humiliate the body of the deceased after taking their lives, was this the conduct of a noble and righteous sect? Recalling Shen Yi's earlier attack with the black cloud of venomous rage, the once-virtuous Southern Seven Sons seemed to have fallen into the path of demon cultivation!

For some reason, a chill suddenly rose in Qi Zhaoyi's heart.

When the Southern Seven Sons still followed the rules, they had countless ways to suppress their opponents. But if these people all turned into ruthless maniacs, even the Western Dragon Palace would find it a formidable challenge.

"Ahem."

The other sect leaders coughed a few times and followed Shen Yi out of the palace.

Today's shocks had been too many, to the point where they could afford to lose this one.

Shen Yi's actions seemed to have never been normal.

As the numerous cultivators left the palace in an orderly manner, the renowned dragon demons glared but none dared to stop them. They could only watch helplessly as the Immortal Chariot once again radiated its brilliant light, then soared straight out towards the waters beyond!

When neither side held back anymore...

This scene alone was enough to reveal who the true Overlord of Southern Flood was.

...

The massive Immortal Chariot rose like a palace, its radiance illuminating the sky.

As the sun began to rise and the heavens were still slightly dim, its majestic beauty slowly headed towards the direction of the Southern Seven Sons.

The various powers along the way witnessed this scene, and amidst their confusion, they paused in their activities, bowing respectfully towards the Immortal Chariot.

"..."

On the throne, the sect leaders had different thoughts, each sitting in silence.

Although they had benefited from the Eastern Dragon Palace's light, the Southern Seven Sects had once possessed such treatment, and even more so.

In terms of strength, they could have retrieved these items long ago.

They had only held back because they thought it was too arrogant, which might bring unpredictable disasters to the Seven Sects. So, they had always endured.

But today, under Shen Yi's various outrageous actions, they were forced to experience these things again.

"Are we ready?"

Lingyun Sect Master lifted his eyes in a daze, but instead of asking Ling Yue Sect Master as usual, he directed his gaze towards the figure at the forefront.

Even he didn't realize that although Shen Yi's strength was still far inferior to Ye Jiu and Qi Senior Apprentice, and even weaker than Ji Junior Apprentice, after the "banquet," he had begun to feel as if Shen Yi was leading him.

The decisions Shen Yi made seemed unreliable, yet they inexplicably gave off a sense of calm control.

Moreover, the strength of this young sect leader was truly frightening, instilling a deep sense of fear in them.

As Core Formation Stage cultivators, their understanding of the heavens and earth was already profound.

Yet, they couldn't comprehend Shen Yi at all.

This innate fear of the unknown didn't change with their cultivation level.

It was already shocking enough for an Earth Realm cultivator to slay a Heaven Realm cultivator, let alone someone with a perfect Earth Realm cultivation.

Upon hearing this, the other sect leaders, including Ji Jingxi, who was most familiar with Shen Yi, all looked at him. They, too, were curious about his thoughts.

"..."

After a long silence, Shen Yi suddenly spoke with a hint of apology: "It's not always that we have the chance to prepare."

He wanted to live, to win, and to ensure his survival, he had been forced to do many things.

If any of these actions were exposed, it would instantly send the Southern Seven Sons into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Time was truly running out.

Compared to his previous arrogance and pride in the palace, Shen Yi's sudden gentleness at this moment made Ye Jiu slightly turn his head, unsure which was the real Nanyang Sect Master.

Only Ji Jingxi detected a faint hint of apology in Shen Yi's words.

She slowly furrowed her brows and lightly pressed her red lips.

Suddenly, she recalled the Daoist Priests' assessment of Shen Yi's troublemaking. After observing him over the past few days, she had gradually dismissed this evaluation in her heart.

But now, she suddenly realized that there was a possibility that what she and the Daoist Priests had seen was real.

The reason they thought Shen Yi didn't cause trouble was that he had quietly stirred up a problem that might exceed their imagination, one that they couldn't detect for the time being.

At this thought, Ji Jingxi's heart skipped a beat.

There were very few things in the world that could make her feel flustered, but at this moment, her heart inexplicably raced, and it didn't seem fake.

But soon, Ji Jingxi withdrew her gaze, leaving only a faint, helpless smile on her face.

For some reason, even though she had anticipated something, she still felt that Shen Yi had his own reasons... This abrupt and seemingly unreasonable trust was something even Qin Senior Apprentice didn't possess.

(End of Chapter)

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