Chapter 583: Humph! Trying to Escape?

Chapter 583: Humph! Trying to Escape?

In the midst of the Mid Heaven Realm, a place where great demons perish, Xuan Yue City quickly transformed into a snowy landscape, blanketed in white.

Yin Qizhang stood there, staring blankly into the distance.

A loud crashing sound echoed.

The slightly chaotic water surface gradually melted the broken ice floes, and the emerald waves surged once more, gently lapping against the shore, bringing sound back to the entire world.

Amidst the blue sky and emerald sea, a tall and slender young man lowered his palm, and the sinister golden-patterned dark blade transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into his ink-black robe.

The clouds in the sky returned to their place, swaying alongside the fluttering sleeves.

If Shen Zongzhu's presence earlier had made it so that demons couldn't intrude for ten thousand li behind him, at this moment, it felt like the entire Southern Flood's land and water were changing with his breath. The other party was no longer just guarding the vassal forces of Nanyang Holy Land; he had become the protector of this vast Southern Flood.

Yin Qizhang, slightly dazed, landed in front of the crowd, bringing with him the equally stunned cultivators. They all bowed deeply towards the front in greeting.

In the face of the respect emanating from these numerous living beings, even Deng Xiangjun remained silent for a while.

"Heh!"

After a moment, he hurriedly rushed to Shen Yi's side, his eyes wide open as he scrutinized the young man up and down. Swallowing repeatedly, he couldn't think of what to say for a good while before finally mustering, "Shen Zongzhu, can I borrow your Dao Token for a moment?"

This disturbance in the sky was not only visible from Xuan Yue City but also covered the seven sects of Southern Flood.

The fellow disciples would certainly notice what had happened.

But Deng Xiangjun just wanted to vent and let others know what he had witnessed, or else he would go crazy trying to digest the shock in his heart alone.

"..."

Shen Yi looked at the red-faced Deng Xiangjun and did not refuse. He took out the Dao Token and handed it over.

Informing the sect in advance about the changes would also make it easier for them to respond.

Speaking of which, Deng Xiangjun was indeed bold.

If not for Cold Mountain Ancestor's cautious nature, his actions would have been enough to get him killed seven or eight times over.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi withdrew his gaze.

In the battle of the gods, mortals suffer. Being able to consider these mortals during the fight, and even risking his life to stop it... although it was futile and seemed a bit foolish, at least he was a good "god."

"Please, both of you, keep an eye on the Western Flood direction. There's no need to leave the Holy Land. If you see anything, just send me a message."

Shen Yi also took out a jade slip used to contact the leader of the Mountain Movers Sect, conveying his message concisely. At the same time, he dispatched all the Spirit Rocks from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall to guard the road from the seven sects to the Western Flood.

"Hmm?" Deng Xiangjun had just raised the Dao Token when he turned back in confusion.

The Western Flood direction? Could there be another great demon coming?

How did Shen Zongzhu obtain this information?

"It's nothing," Shen Yi shook his head. It wasn't a big deal; he just felt that the snow was a bit too heavy, and it might make the delicacies on his table want to escape.

Suppressing his thoughts, he reached out and collected Cold Mountain Ancestor's corpse into his ring. Then, his figure vanished from its original spot, reintegrating into the sky.

...

The Seven Sects of Southern Flood.

All the cultivators returned to the Holy Land and stayed indoors, as all seven sects fell into an eerie atmosphere of deathly silence.

Whether it was the sudden change in the aura of heaven and earth or the increasingly cold expressions of the three sect leaders at the forefront, all these made the elders start to strictly discipline their disciples. As the highest-cultivation beings among the Holy Land's inhabitants, they could clearly sense...

Their "Heaven" was enraged, and even fearful!

Even when the Southern Dragon King arrived in person, Ye Zongzhu dared to draw his sword and chase after him. There were very few things in this world that could make him afraid.

Connecting this with the departure of the Nanyang Sect Leader, the source of the anger and fear in these sect leaders' hearts became quite clear.

"Sigh."

Liu Shiqian stood silently outside the formation.

He had thought that with the Dao Fusion Realm, he could do more, but reality remained unchanged from before. He could only quietly await the sect leader's decree. Perhaps when the fighting started, he could kill a few more water demons, but other than that, there didn't seem to be much difference.

"It shouldn't be a problem."

Liu Shiqian slowly raised his head to look at the sky. After all, Shen Zongzhu was someone who could make the Ten Thousand Demon Hall offer benefits to establish connections.

Initially, he didn't quite understand, but after this period, he had long understood how terrifying the Ten Thousand Demon Hall was, even making the Western Dragon King helpless and somewhat disoriented.

With such a powerful force taking action, protecting Shen Zongzhu would surely be no issue.

Just then, a crystal snowflake suddenly appeared in Liu Shiqian's line of sight.

In an instant, it was June, yet heavy snow was falling!

"..."

Ye Jiu sat cross-legged, his face expressionless. Only the longsword formed from his divine ability, still sheathed, lay quietly in his palms.

As the calmest of the three, Ji Jingxi lowered her eyes, remaining silent.

Qi Yansheng understood what the two were waiting for.

As soon as Deng Shidi brought back confirmation, Ye Jiu would not hesitate to lead them straight into the waters, all the way to the Dragon Den, breaking the stalemate and gambling with their lives.

He lowered his head, gazing at the Dao token in his palm that remained still, deep in thought.

Suddenly, over a hundred paper cranes arrived, carrying a heavy snowfall, and almost simultaneously, the three raised their heads. Their eyes swept over the shocking scene, and the auras of three powerful Heaven Realm cultivators surged forth.

"Someone has died."

Ji Jingxi murmured.

Ye Jiu stood up and gazed into the distance. Under his watchful gaze, the Greater Demons holding flags around the Dragon Chariot shivered.

"It's not Shen Zongzhu."

Fortunately, Qi Yansheng grabbed one of the paper cranes, hastily infused his divine soul, and after reading the message inside, he stood there in shock.

A mid-stage Heaven Realm Greater Demon had entered Southern Flood, heading towards Xuan Yue City, and set up an ambush to kill Shen Zongzhu.

Every word was startling.

If this paper crane had arrived earlier, not only would it have stopped Ye Jiu and Ji Shimei, but even he might not have been able to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

However, the glaring handwriting, coupled with the heavy snowfall in the sky, left Qi Yansheng speechless.

A powerful Heaven Realm cultivator had fallen...

"It's Cold Mountain Ancestor."

Qi Yansheng turned to his fellow sect members, his face filled with disbelief.

The earlier disturbance in auras was indeed a clash between Heaven Realm cultivators.

But before the battle, Deng Shidi had risked his life to send back the message. What was most incomprehensible was that this message had not reached the Southern Flood Seven Sons before the fight had ended.

Ye Jiu turned around in shock, while Ji Jingxi's red lips parted slightly, and a hint of confusion appeared on her pretty face.

Fortunately, the silence didn't last long, as the Dao token began to vibrate violently.

"Damn it! Guess what I just saw!"

Deng Xiangjun's voice echoed from the Dao token, filled with urgency and excitement. The leader of the Unmatched Sect couldn't wait to share her awe, but she received no response.

"So fierce! So fierce!"

Only Ye Jiu's hearty laughter filled the air. Their Shen Zongzhu's strength had reached such an awe-inspiring level!

Ji Jingxi lightly covered her lips, her clear and moist eyes revealing uncontainable joy and awe.

Someone could truly save Southern Flood from disaster with their own power. Even though they had high expectations for Shen Yi, the other party's terrifying might once again left the entire Southern Flood Seven Sons in awe.

"Old Mudfish, are you still alive or what!"

Ye Jiu leaped into the air, his flowing light longsword transforming into a rainbow spanning hundreds of miles, howling as it rushed towards the Dragon Chariot!

In Southern Flood, no one had dared to challenge the Southern Dragon King for over a hundred thousand years.

This was a provocation to the ruler of Southern Flood!

The Dragon Chariot exploded, and a thick dragon arm rose into the air, its rough fingers gripping the rainbow tightly. With the sound of tearing flesh, a strand of dragon blood drifted in the air.

The massive right claw clenched the rainbow tightly.

The heavy breathing of the Dragon King reverberated, filled with indescribable rage.

It was clear that its strength surpassed Ye Jiu, but it made no further moves.

After forcefully intercepting the flowing light rainbow, numerous aquatic creatures sank into the water, not even turning back as they rushed towards the Jade Stone Hall.

"Running?"

This time, Ye Jiu didn't pursue them. Instead, he laughed coldly, "Wait for Shen Yi to return. If Ye doesn't come to kill your entire family, I won't be your grandpa anymore!"

With the ability to slay a mid-stage Heaven Realm Greater Demon, Shen Yi now held the power to determine the outcome of the situation.

You like to block the door, huh?

Now that the situation had reversed, Ye Jiu didn't mind blocking the Dragon Den's entrance and slaughtering the Dragon Palace's entire lineage before this old dragon.

...

Jade Stone Hall, the entrance to the Dragon Den.

A majestic figure ignored the wound on his palm and grabbed Qi Zhaoyi by the collar, lifting him forcefully. With a suppressed voice, he asked, "I want to know what your subordinates are up to, and what you've been hiding from me?"

"I... I..."

Qi Zhaoyi suppressed his instinct to struggle, his breath rapid and his face filled with fear. He no longer dared to hide the truth, "I haven't received any news for several days."

"Then why didn't you say so!"

The Southern Dragon King threw him to the ground, his roar accompanied by a slight exhalation, his fangs bared, as if he wanted to swallow Qi Zhaoyi, the eldest son of the Qi family, whole.

"I thought... I thought nothing unexpected would happen..."

Qi Zhaoyi's voice was like a mosquito's buzz, and he finally faced the terrifying pressure of this old dragon head-on.

Despite only being one realm apart, the other party's years of accumulation had long surpassed ordinary late-stage Heaven Realm experts. Moreover, with the support of Dragon Qi in this place, their strength was even more formidable.

Under such pressure, he indeed dared not lie.

Until now, Qi Zhaoyi still couldn't understand what his subordinates and those Western Flood Greater Demons were doing. Why had they all gone silent, as if they had completely vanished from the face of the earth?

Even if that Shen Yi was exceptionally strong, he was still just one person. How could he possibly turn the tide?

Why did such incomprehensible existences exist in this world? Moreover...

"I don't know either. That Cold Mountain Ancestor only has an empty reputation and is actually this weak."

"Heh—"

The Southern Dragon King closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly released his palm.

Qi Zhaoyi finally had a chance to catch his breath. He hurriedly flipped over and retreated while bowing, "Ke... Ke Shu... Southern Dragon King, I'll return to the Western Flood right away. I'll definitely have my Father King come to support you. Rest assured, your great kindness and virtue will be forever remembered by Zhaoyi!"

Currently, the Southern Flood Seven Sons had four Heaven Realm experts, while the Southern Dragon Palace had only the father and son duo. Moreover, with the father's naturally cautious nature, it was highly unlikely that he would leave the Dragon Den and fight to the death with the Seven Sons.

The Southern Dragon Palace might still be able to resist the Seven Sons for now, but with Shen Yi's monstrous growth rate, the outcome was already predetermined.

Qi Zhaoyi had overextended himself by staying here; it was a foolish mistake that cost him his life.

"..."

The Southern Dragon King finally calmed his emotions, glanced at this ruffian, and said indifferently, "Go, no need for more words."

His Dragon Palace had experienced the taste of weakness before.

Although the current Nanyang Sect Master was somewhat unexpected, compared to the initial Qin Jiaoyang at the Half-Dao Fusion Realm, what was there to fear? As long as he endured patiently, in the end, the survivor would be himself.

Moreover, that Immortal would never allow the current Southern Flood Seven Sons to have another cultivator with the talent to ascend to the heavens.

"Thank you, Southern Dragon King, for your mercy!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhaoyi heaved a sigh of relief and sincerely wanted to withdraw.

Just then, the Ke Family Prince tightly grabbed him. Under Qi Zhaoyi's astonished gaze, the prince stared at the Southern Dragon King, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Father King, let me escort him back to the Western Flood. It will also be convenient for me to seek aid from the Western Dragon King..."

Upon hearing these words, the Southern Dragon King's figure slightly froze.

He turned around and carefully scrutinized his most favored legitimate eldest son. After a long while, he let out a playful laugh, "Escort? Seek aid?"

These words sounded really good.

Facing the father king's ridicule, the Ke Family Prince swallowed, averted his gaze, and said in a hoarse voice, "Father King dotes on me the most because I'm the most like you."

"..."

The Southern Dragon King's hands clenched and released, released and clenched again.

After a long while, he indifferently withdrew his gaze, "You're right, go, no need to see you off."

"Father King..."

The Ke Family Prince slowly knelt down, bowed several times to the towering figure, and said, "Please take care."

For some unknown reason, even with the existence of the Dragon Den, he felt that his father king's days were probably numbered. With the Nanyang Sect Master's sword hanging over their heads, there would definitely be problems within three to five hundred years.

After reading the files related to Shen Yi, the Ke Family Prince already had a bad premonition. Today, the fall of the Cold Mountain Ancestor and the mysterious disappearance of those Greater Demons further confirmed his thoughts.

This person was not to be challenged head-on. The only options were to either eliminate him while he was still relatively weak or to retreat and avoid confrontation.

Since his father king didn't have the courage to risk his life, the chances of eliminating him were slim. So, he couldn't blame himself for avoiding confrontation.

"Scram!"

The Southern Dragon King didn't say more and waved his hand, sending both figures out of the Jade Stone Hall.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of disappointment.

It was the Nanyang Sect, and they had only killed a mid-stage Heaven Realm wild demon, yet they had scared these two future heirs of the Dragon Palace into such a state.

"Run... Run..."

The Southern Dragon King reached into the Dragon Den and took out an ancient Coronet of Dragon's Crown. He meticulously placed it on his head.

His gaze turned cold as he stared into the abyss. The next moment, his expression turned fierce. With the support of the vast Dragon Qi, a majestic dragon roar reverberated through the waters.

"As long as I, the king, live, the Southern Dragon Palace will stand forever!"

"Is this water a place you dare to enter? Do you dare?"

"Even Qin Jiaoyang couldn't move me, the king. With just a few of you, it's laughable."

Amidst the roar, outside the jade palace, the two dragon sons' figures slightly paused.

The Ke Family Prince turned back with a complex expression, looking at his father king who seemed to have finally lost his composure. It was a pity that it was too late, and he no longer trusted the other party.

It was better to withdraw from this place early.

(End of Chapter)

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