Chapter 578: Their Betrayal

Chapter 578: Their Betrayal

"This old man pays his respects to Sect Master Shen."

After the Precious Flower Sect had received all the cultivators into the Fusion Realm sacred land, the Precious Flower Sect Master finally bowed respectfully.

There were differences in strength among Fusion Realm cultivators, and after witnessing the previous scene, she treated Shen Yi with the same respect as Ye Jiu and Ji Jing Xi, true Celestial Realm experts.

No wonder the Seven Sons still had the strength to support the Precious Flower Sect.

Even after inviting the eldest of the Qi family from the Southern Dragon Palace, when it came to the number of Celestial Realm experts, there was still one less.

No wonder the Southern Dragon Palace had gone mad.

Even if it were her, upon learning that the other side had such a rapidly growing young genius, she would probably also feel restless.

How long the head on her neck could be preserved depended on when this young man would have his epiphany. How could those arrogant Dragon Clan members accept such a thing?

Upon seeing Shen Yi, the Precious Flower Sect Master's doubts were instantly cleared.

She quickly explained the current situation in Southern Flood to Shen Yi.

The two Sect Masters of the Mountain-Shifting Sect added from the side, "Sect Master Shen, to resolve this matter smoothly, we must make a decision early on."

For Elder Huang, Shen Yi's displayed strength was terrifying, but it was still within his expectations... To be precise, after experiencing the previous events, even if Sect Master Shen were to charge into the water and slaughter the Southern Dragon King, he would still find it reasonable.

But some matters couldn't be solved solely by strength.

At least, Shen Yi's current strength was still insufficient.

Although Celestial Realm experts looked down on the world, relying on one's own strength to protect the entire Southern Flood was like a fantasy.

Those small vassal forces, when facing Fusion Realm great demons, not to mention resisting, could barely last ten breaths if the demon wasn't hungry enough.

Perhaps the Seven Sons of Southern Flood combined could manage it.

But those Sect Masters were currently entangled with the Southern Dragon Palace and couldn't spare any attention.

At this moment, the number and direction of the approaching demonic beasts were all unknowns, and even with Shen Yi's strength, he couldn't be everywhere at once.

Sure enough, the Precious Flower Sect Master clearly noticed Shen Yi's hesitation for a moment.

Such a situation would be challenging for anyone.

"I understand."

After a moment of daze, Shen Yi nodded slightly in response.

He had thought that the Western Dragon Palace would make a move, but he hadn't expected them to send all those great demons to Southern Flood at the time when he needed Binding Stones the most...

Of course, he knew what those Jade Horn Silver Dragons were thinking, and luring out the Ten Thousand Demon Hall was indeed a good idea.

But the problem was that only An Yi and Yu Lan, the two Hall Masters with Dragon Blood Talismans, could be sensed by the Western Dragon Palace. At this moment, these two Binding Stones were placed in the Nanyang sacred land to prevent accidents, and they wouldn't come out.

Moreover, dealing with this demonic catastrophe was simply a matter of numbers.

Aside from quality, the strongest, Ke Shisan, was only at the mid-Celestial Realm, far inferior to Dragon King-level experts.

But in terms of numbers... Shen Yi had never feared anyone.

Thinking of this, he raised his palm to bid farewell to the crowd, "Thank you both, please help me guard this place for now. If there's any news, inform the Nanyang Sect."

As long as the message reached the Nanyang sacred land, with two Hall Masters there, Shen Yi would receive the news immediately.

"Please rest assured, Sect Master Shen, we will not fail your trust and will definitely protect this sect," the Mountain-Shifting Sect Master vowed with a bow.

"..."

Shen Yi's intention was slightly different. He wanted them to keep an eye on those great demons and prevent them from escaping.

These were all his resources for breaking through the Celestial Realm.

However, he didn't say more and turned around directly. With his ink-black robe slightly billowing, he and the two enormous demon corpses were swallowed by the black clouds and quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Concealed by the black clouds, Shen Yi skillfully condensed two Binding Stones.

The Ape Demon and Crane Demon were quite familiar with the Mountain-Shifting Sect Master, and their cultivation was not low, both at the mid-Earth Realm. They were only suppressed by immortal techniques.

The two great demons provided over 300,000 years of demonic lifespan, and it would take about 300,000 years to recreate two demon souls.

Fortunately, Shen Yi was now wealthy and didn't mind this small loss.

[Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 311,000 years]



The Corpse Blood River, and the Binding Stones suddenly opened their eyes.

"An Yi."

Shen Yi slightly raised his eyes, and in the distant Nanyang sacred land, the small, quiet stone body received the message. The Western Demon Hall quickly opened, establishing a connection with the two Binding Stones.

At the same time, the blood hue within the radiant golden light of the immortal city became much denser. Even the majestic immortal city seemed to exude a more fierce aura under the flickering blood light.

The divine soul was the most important thing for cultivators, and the Yin Yang Pendant had the dual function of slaying souls and protecting the divine soul. Upgrading this Dao Armament was undoubtedly the safest choice.

In addition to the immortal city's Dao Armament, Shen Yi took a deep breath and vaguely sensed that under An Yi's bloodline guidance, the aura of the incubating object in the Western Demon Hall became more apparent.

Using the bloodline of countless demons to give birth to divine abilities, one could reach the Celestial Realm.

times.

The next moment, the two Binding Stones burst out of the black clouds and flew in different directions!

...

Outside the waters of the Seven Sons of Southern Flood, the sound of drums reverberated endlessly.

Inside the massive dragon chariot, the Southern Dragon King closed his eyes to rest, and the two Dragon Princes sat on either side.

Qi Zhaoyi held a conch shell, commanding the group of Dragon Palace demon troops he had brought, swiftly moving through the water to deliver letters to the hands of the Western Flood great demons, including a map showing the locations of all the vassals of the Seven Sons of Southern Flood.

After years of confrontation, the two arch-enemies knew each other inside out.

"Reporting to the Dragon King, the letters have been delivered..."

A hurried voice came from the conch shell, but before the demon soldier could finish, a teeth-grinding chewing sound echoed.

Crunch, crunch.

"You damned beast! I am a general of the Western Dragon Palace! Let go of me! Ah—"

"Let go, please... Let go, Dragon King!!!"

As the demon soldier's terrified wailing gradually subsided, only maniacal laughter remained on the other end of the conch shell.

Qi Zhaoyi's expression was calm, but his chest rose and fell slightly. He put down the conch, blocking out the grating laughter.

These demonic beasts had been driven out of Western Flood by his Father King, so it was normal for them to hold a grudge against the Dragon Palace's demon troops in Western Flood. Although it was a bit embarrassing, now was not the time for settling scores.

As long as that "menu" was delivered to these great demons, they would know where to go to feast.

Once the spies of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong were completely eliminated, all information about Nan Hong's land and sea would be within their grasp. Even when he reached the Heaven Realm, he wouldn't need to stay here all the time.

There would be plenty of time later to consider how to subdue these great demons.

Of course, there were exceptions.

Qi Zhaoyi waved his hand lightly, and two demon troops lifted the heavy curtain of the Dragon Chariot, revealing a thin figure outside.

The visitor's skin was pale, covered in frost, and his face was youthful, but his beard reached down to his knees. His tattered clothes were almost decaying, as if he had just been pulled out of a cold, deep cave.

"Elder Cold Mountain, Zhaoyi pays his respects."

Qi Zhaoyi stood up and bowed to the man.

"Your Father King led your brothers to disturb my tranquil cultivation, destroy my Cold Mountain, and force me to flee here. Yet, you're playing the good guy here. It's truly laughable."

Elder Cold Mountain slowly walked into the Dragon Chariot, his gaze sweeping past the majestic figure in the deepest part. With the South Dragon King present, he wasn't being too reckless.

"This..."

Qi Zhaoyi was startled for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Elder, you misunderstood. Things happened suddenly, but this is actually for your own good. During the Slaughter Apocalyptic, you ate and drank your fill and then went into seclusion. But you don't know that Western Flood now has the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, specifically to enslave various demon clans, especially those with high cultivation."

"Of course, our Western Dragon Palace also has its own interests. If a powerful elder like you were to be caught off guard and ambushed by the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, falling into their control, it would be greatly disadvantageous for us. After all, even we are wary of the Elder's strength."

"Time is tight, so there's no time for explanations. That's why we came up with this less-than-ideal plan. Father King asked me to receive you in Nan Hong, so we can look out for each other."

After a few words of explanation from the eldest son of Western Dragon Palace, Elder Cold Mountain's expression finally improved slightly. After all, no matter how uninformed he was, he still had a few disciples running errands for him.

The Ten Thousand Demon Hall had already startled the demon forces in Western Flood, and he had heard about it.

"I've heard enough of your sweet talk."

Elder Cold Mountain shook his head and said indifferently, "You want me, Elder Cold Mountain, to be the vanguard for the Dragon Palace and deal with those three cultivators nearby. You must think I'm too foolish."

Many years ago, regardless of any external reasons, those three were on par with many forces in Northern Flood.

Especially Ye Jiu, even today, Elder Cold Mountain still feared his prowess.

Even if the South Dragon King took action, and together with himself, they faced three enemies with four of them, the odds of victory were still not high, considering the other party had the advantage of their Sacred Ground.

Even if they paid a heavy price and won by chance, how could an outsider like him gain any benefits under the Dragon Palace?

If he had made such a deal, he wouldn't have lived to see this day.

"Tsk! Elder, you worry too much!"

Qi Zhaoyi waved his hand and said sincerely, "I invited you here today not only to remind you to temporarily stay away from Western Flood and avoid being discovered by the Seven Sons, but also to apologize."

As he spoke, he took out a map, much smaller than the ones given to the other demons, which only marked the vassal locations of Nanyang Sect.

"This is the grand feast specially prepared by Nan Hong for you."

"With us guarding those three Heaven Realm cultivators, Elder Cold Mountain can freely indulge and take whatever you need."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Elder Cold Mountain hesitated for a moment.

The last time he had experienced such a feast without restraint was during the previous Slaughter Apocalyptic, which had also led to his current strength.

The previous Slaughter Apocalyptic was triggered because the Eastern Dragon Palace and the Seven Sons of Nan Hong had offended an Immortal, causing them to temporarily weaken. Other forces, wanting to please the Immortal, took advantage of the situation and joined forces to slaughter the vassal sects that had once relied on these two powers.

As the slaughter intensified, it became uncontrollable, turning into a large-scale chaos that affected all four Floods.

In such a situation, he had to be cautious and fight for survival with other cultivators or demons.

But now, it was the South Dragon Palace and this eldest son of the Qi family who were watching over the situation, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. He couldn't believe there wasn't a trap in this.

However, since he was already here and had been injured by the Western Dragon King, he did need to replenish his energy.

Even if he ate a lot, he wouldn't help this group of dragons in their battles. At worst, he could deny the agreement later and go to Northern Flood to reap the benefits.

"Then I can't refuse such a generous offer."

Elder Cold Mountain reached out and took the map, nodding slightly, then turned and left the Dragon Chariot.

After he left completely, the South Dragon King finally opened his eyes and gave his evaluation: "This one is much more formidable. A sure win."

Although he didn't specify who the other person was, both dragon princes knew he was comparing Elder Cold Mountain to Shen Yi.

"Uncle Ke is right, but I'm still curious. Would the Nanyang Sect Leader really be so unwise?"

Qi Zhaoyi didn't know much about the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, but he still found it hard to believe that a genius with such talent would risk his life for these matters, even if he wanted to.

Even if that boy was willing, would those sect leaders just stand by and do nothing?

"Hmm."

The Cole Family Prince, clad in heavy armor, slowly pulled out a scroll from the side and casually flipped through it. "Every time it involves the Nanyang Sect, remember, every single time, he will step in without fail."

The Cole Family Prince stared at the scroll in his hand, "That's why I say, good people don't live long. The more they try to manage, the faster they die."

Although it seemed like both sides were ignoring Shen Zongzhuang, they were actually keeping a close eye on him.

"Moreover, even if he doesn't come out, Elder Cold Mountain will benefit from eating and drinking his fill and improving his cultivation, won't he?"

"The Cole Family Prince looked on with displeasure. In his eyes, these human treasures of Nan Hong should all belong to him, but now they were being fed to an outsider."

"Hmm! It's all thanks to Uncle Cole. I, Zhaoyi, will remember this kindness forever."

Qizhao Yi respectfully bowed to the South Dragon King.

Indeed, with Cold Mountain Ancestor's cultivation, there was no way the Ten Thousand Demon Hall could let him off. Among the two Hongs in the southwest, only the Western Dragon Palace had the power to protect him.

Compared to those unfamiliar brothers, if Cold Mountain Ancestor were to accept an offer, he himself would be the best choice.

"For now, let's just watch the show."

Qizhao Yi sat back down and leisurely gazed into the distance.

He truly relished this feeling.

He was right here, yet those renowned powerful cultivators dared not take a single step out.

After all, the once renowned Seven Sons of Nan Hong, now being trampled upon, gave him an indescribably refreshing feeling.

Especially Ye Jiu, who had been so brazen during the banquet, pushing and shoving him around. How come he was silent now?

Qizhao Yi was genuinely curious about the expressions these cultivators would show once they knew what was about to happen. He muttered, "With your Heaven Realm cultivation, you've been enjoying the offerings and tributes for years, but what can you really protect?"

"It's just collecting some interest first."

The Cole Family Prince exhaled lightly, initially thinking his father was being too timid, but now he understood that killing with a heart-wrenching method was the most satisfying.

As expected, just as the Clear Moon Treasure Ship glided across the sky and landed between the Seven Sects of Nan Hong, the three figures guarding the Seven Sects all changed their expressions.

"Are you sure there are this many?"

Ji Jingxi clenched her pearly teeth, and her body was enveloped in a brilliant moonlight.

Time was so tight that even the vassal forces didn't have much time to evacuate.

Even though they were prepared to pay a price, the most level-headed Qi Yansheng hadn't anticipated that the cost would be so devastating, affecting all the living beings in Nan Hong.

In jest, they had said that if all else failed, they would close the sect and not step out, letting the storms rage outside, unrelated to the Seven Sons.

Never did they imagine that their words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

As the situation truly deteriorated, Ji Jingxi scanned the faces of her senior brothers, but none of them seemed able to stay calm.

"Please, senior brothers, follow me out, and let's save as many as we can."

Ji Jingxi slowly stood up and looked at the Earth Realm Sect Masters, no longer playing the role of the obedient junior sister, "Even if they had ten times the courage, that group of old dragons wouldn't dare to kill us."

"As for my position, please invite Shen Zongzhuang to fill it. With him and the two senior brothers, Qi Yansheng and Ye Jiu, guarding this place, it will be enough to deter those three Dragon Demons."

She didn't hesitate for a moment, as if she had already thought it through.

The group of Western Flood Demons had already passed the Precious Flower Sect and were now likely spread across Nan Hong. If they hesitated any longer, it would be too late.

"Is he up for it?" Qi Yansheng glanced sideways, as this position determined the life and death of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong. Ji Jingxi, as the eldest of the Qi family, was a proper Mid-stage Heaven Realm Dragon Demon from the prestigious Western Dragon Palace, whose foundation was far beyond that of ordinary demons.

Seeing his junior sister's serious nod, he withdrew his gaze and said no more, "Be careful, everyone. Go and invite Shen Zongzhuang."

As Deng Xiangjun quickly flew towards the sacred grounds of Nanyang, he was still greeted by the same young boy from before.

"The Sect Master is not here. If there's anything, please inform the Unparalleled Lord, and I will promptly report it."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the six people in the sky all fell silent.

Even Ji Jingxi's eyelids twitched, and her flawless face gradually filled with helplessness... Ever since she met Shen Zongzhuang, the future of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong had suddenly become a rugged mountain range, full of ups and downs, highs and lows.

One moment, it seemed like they were about to step out of Hong Ze and become a true grand sect of the world, directly connected to the Immortal Court.

The next moment, it felt like the entire sky had darkened.

"I feel a bit dizzy."

Ji Jingxi gently touched her forehead, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

She felt that the Dragon Palace didn't need to set up any traps or schemes; Shen Zongzhuang would jump into the pit himself.

Ji Jingxi took a deep breath, "Quick, go find... go..."

The Earth Realm Sect Masters quickly turned and took out their treasures, flying off in different directions.

After witnessing the changes in the Sect Masters' expressions, inside the dragon chariot, even the South Dragon King's lips curled up in a faint smile.

No matter how cautious his personality, having someone slaughter a fellow dragon like a dead pig right in front of him, how could he not be furious?

Now, he wanted these cultivators to experience the same feeling.

"It's Uncle Cole who knows how to destroy these cultivators' Dao hearts."

Qizhao Yi praised at the right moment, but just then, the conch shell by his side trembled lightly.

The eldest son of the Western Dragon Palace frowned slightly and reluctantly picked up the conch shell, not knowing which Demon General was in trouble. He really didn't want to listen to their noise, as it was annoying: "If you can escape, escape. If not, consider it a sacrifice for the Western Dragon Palace..."

Just then, a panicked call came from the other end of the conch shell.

"Dragon King!"

"Those big demons, they started killing each other!"

Before the words were finished, the three old dragons suddenly looked at each other, all seeing the absurdity and disbelief in each other's eyes.

These damn fools, with such a vast Nan Hong filled with treasures, why come here to fight and kill?

"Are all the demons from Western Flood crazy?!" The Cole Family Prince exclaimed in surprise.

"Who knows what they're thinking." Qizhao Yi took a few deep breaths and hurriedly said, "Is it an unequal distribution of spoils?"

"No..."

The Demon General was at a loss, "They... they seem to have turned against each other..."

His words abruptly stopped, and inside the dragon chariot, only the sound of the Demon General's body and the conch shell being crushed together echoed faintly.

It sent a chill down everyone's spine.

(End of Chapter)

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