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Chapter 599: They're Back
Chapter 599: They're Back
In the Western Flood, at the Mountain-Shifting Sect.
Within the quiet main hall, only the whispers of Huang Laotou and the faint sound of Shen Yi flipping through the pages could be heard.
"Sect Master Shen, I'm certain the news from Nan Hong hasn't reached here yet, but the things you've done..." Huang Wenfa trailed off, glancing at the thick stack of imperial decrees on the table, feeling a mix of shock and helplessness.
Those who could hold the imperial decrees of the Second Prince of the Western Palace were either Dragon Grandsons or trusted attendants. Now, they had all been swiftly executed by Sect Master Shen. How could the Western Dragon Palace not know?
He truly couldn't understand.
After intercepting and killing the South Dragon King, the Seven Sons of Nan Hong should have kept a low profile for a while.
Otherwise, what was the point of their efforts to block the news?
With so many Dragon Grandsons and attendants dead, the Western Dragon Palace would undoubtedly launch a full investigation. The Mountain-Shifting Sect and the Precious Flower Sect didn't have the ability to block their spies.
"It's good that the news hasn't spread."
Shen Yi lightly nodded, slowly closing the file in his hand, with no intention of providing further explanations.
He wanted to prevent the news of the South Dragon King's death from reaching other places. As for what happened in the Western Flood... it had nothing to do with the Seven Sons of Nan Hong. Other powers would take responsibility for the deaths of these Dragon Grandsons.
Shen Yi didn't come here to continue defending or to cover up anything.
The file recorded the control of the water and land by various Demon Generals of the Western Dragon Palace.
After carefully reciting the information in the file several times, Shen Yi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"This..."
Huang Wenfa stared at the quiet and handsome young man. As the leader of a sect and a late-stage Earth Realm cultivator, he felt at a loss for a moment.
The young man didn't explain what they should do next, as if they were just waiting for the Western Dragon Palace to find them.
What the Mountain-Shifting Sect Master didn't know was that at the moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, in various places in the Western Flood, terrifying and fierce shadows rose and silently headed towards the locations mentioned in the file!
...
In the Western Flood, at the Cloud River Sect.
Outside the seemingly tranquil sacred ground, few cultivators passed by. Occasionally, a few who were out on errands hurriedly flew by with their heads down, looking dejected.
The expulsion of the powerful demons from this water and land should have been a cause for celebration.
However, after the Western Dragon Palace dealt with these demons, the numerous cultivators of the Western Flood didn't even have time to smile before they became like prisoners.
Just as they had barely left the sect, less than a hundred feet away, dozens of figures emerged from the water's surface. They were all clad in Dragon Palace armor, led by fierce Demon Generals riding the waves.
The cultivators seemed accustomed to this, carefully taking out a jade slip from their sleeves and handing it over.
The jade slip recorded where they were going, what they were doing, whom they were meeting, and when they would return.
When the Western Dragon King returned to his palace, all the living beings in this water and land remembered who was the master and who was the servant.
What kind of immortal sect could stand up to the Dragon Palace?
Those renowned senior cultivators were now in seclusion, fearing that they would be targeted by these furious Jade Horn Silver Dragons and become the unfortunate chicken used to warn others.
Crack!
The Dragon Palace Demon General indifferently scanned the jade slip, then crushed it with his sharp fingers, his voice leaving no room for negotiation: "Get lost."
Hearing this, the cultivators looked at each other in fear.
The tall cultivator, in particular, was sweating profusely. He took out his storage bag and whispered, "General, my junior brother failed to break through and urgently needs a pill to stabilize his realm, or he'll be in danger. I just need this one ingredient. I promise to return after getting the medicine. Please, General..."
Before he could finish, his storage bag was already in the Demon General's palm. The fierce demon glanced at it, showing disdain, and casually threw the bag to the soldiers behind him.
Without another word, the Demon General turned and headed towards the water with his soldiers.
"Thank you, General, for your mercy," the tall cultivator said, his anger hidden, forcing a smile and bowing repeatedly.
Recently, the Western Dragon Palace had been strictly guarding the water and land, and they had also discovered that the Cloud River Sect had previously hosted the Dao Monks of the Seven Sons of Nan Hong. Escaping with their lives was already a fortunate outcome.
After speaking, he and his fellow disciples wanted to leave using their treasures.
However, as the tall cultivator took a step forward, a bright silver light suddenly appeared in the air!
Pfft!
A bright silver spear pierced the tall cultivator's chest, and his Dao Embryo shattered, causing his life force to dissipate from the horrifying wound.
The tall cultivator stared ahead in shock, filled with disbelief.
"Get out of here!"
The Dragon Palace Demon General held his spear with one hand, his voice chilling as he slowly scanned the group with his vertical pupils, "Can't you understand?"
The remaining cultivators were frozen in fear, not daring to help their injured fellow disciples. They could only watch helplessly as their comrade's vitality weakened, standing there like wooden statues.
This was happening right at the entrance to their sect's sacred ground.
A White Jade Capital Demon General, without the slightest hesitation, was attacking the Cloud River Sect disciples as if slaughtering chickens and dogs.
One of the cultivators turned his head in a daze.
Inside the sect's formation array, numerous disciples had already emerged, all looking at him in shock. They exchanged glances, filled with uncertainty, but no order to counterattack came from the sect.
In that moment, they once again experienced the terrifying intimidation of the Western Dragon Palace.
"..."
"Hss!"
The Dragon Palace Demon General retracted his bright silver spear, casually shaking off the blood beads from its blade. He turned around calmly and continued leading the demon soldiers towards the waters.
At the same time, the entire sacred ground of the Cloud River Sect was engulfed by a massive shadow, as if the sky had suddenly darkened.
The next moment, accompanied by thunderous laughter, a giant, fluffy leg as tall as a Sky Pillar descended from the clouds.
"Who dares to cause trouble here!"
The Dragon Palace Demon General had just enough time to look up in horror and let out a furious roar.
That rough, clawed foot suddenly magnified countless times in his vision, until everything before him turned pitch black!
Boom!!
Amidst the shaking earth and mountains, an ugly Old Ape descended, his body blocking out the sky. He extended his slender right arm and casually scooped up the flesh and severed limbs on the ground, putting them into a tattered sack. Then, he ran towards the front.
Like a dark cloud suddenly dispersing, he vanished without a trace in an instant.
"Heh! Heh! Heh!"
The tall cultivator slumped to the ground, covering his chest. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, his clothes already soaked with blood and sweat.
The giant foot had been less than a foot away from him; it was as if it had stepped right over his face. Those demon soldiers had been crushed before his eyes without any resistance.
Such a terrifying scene nearly shattered his soul!
The Cloud River Sect disciples rushed out, and finally, someone reacted to heal the tall cultivator. The others stared with wide eyes in the direction where the Old Ape had left.
"It... it's him..."
An elder recognized the ape demon's identity; he was a Western Flood Demon at the peak of the Earth Plane, notorious for his ferocity!
But wasn't this demon driven away to the south by the Western Dragon Palace? Why did he suddenly return?
And as soon as he returned, he so decisively attacked the Dragon Palace demon soldiers?!
The Cloud River Sect Elder slowly scanned his surroundings.
He was astonished to find that none of his disciples were injured. The Old Ape's seemingly casual kick had a very clear target.
He rubbed his forehead in disbelief, finding it too absurd... In this land, there was still a creature daring enough to challenge the authority of the Western Dragon Palace.
The Western Flood was truly about to descend into chaos!
As if to confirm the Elder's thoughts, waves rose in various places in the Western Flood.
In a certain marketplace.
What was once a bustling gathering place for cultivators was now as quiet as a graveyard.
Many cultivators stayed in taverns and inns, patiently awaiting the order to leave, while also trying to hide some of their precious treasures, hoping to minimize losses during the upcoming search.
The entire marketplace was guarded by Dragon Palace soldiers, their armored, towering figures holding sharp weapons, exuding a chilling killing intent that chilled everyone to the bone.
A female cultivator carefully made her way through, like a quail.
She closed her eyes, enduring the hands that searched her body, wishing to leave this broken place as soon as possible.
But for some reason, the chilling feeling became more and more real, as if it had spread throughout her body, until she couldn't help but shiver. Only then did she realize something was wrong, and opened her eyes in surprise, looking around.
She saw that the once-upright demon soldiers were now even more rigid.
Covered in frost, their eyes had lost all vitality, and their weapons were filled with cracks.
The female cultivator stood frozen among the ice statues, and a faint sound of footsteps reached her ears.
Soon, a ragged figure appeared in her line of sight, skinny as a stick, with messy, dirty hair and beard dragging on the ground. He held a bag and stuffed the ice statues into it, one by one, like a scavenger.
Throughout the process, he didn't glance at her, his face expressionless, his focus eerie and intense enough to make one's heart palpitate.
"Move aside."
The old man walked slowly towards her, not even bothering to give her a second glance, and only spoke in a hoarse voice to remind her.
The female cultivator suddenly felt a chill down her spine and leaped away, watching as the strange man walked on, collecting all the ice sculptures and carrying with him a chilling aura as if strolling through an icy blizzard. He continued until he reached the end of the snowstorm.
"..."
Similar scenes unfolded almost simultaneously across the Western Flood.
A group of fierce and sinister creatures suddenly appeared, their purpose clear and their actions ruthless. They spoke not a word, only engaging in slaughter, unconcerned about the onlookers.
This familiar style of conduct shocked the various beings of the Western Flood, and it also made them recall a certain presence that had been missing for days.
Those vicious thugs were back?!
...
Western Flood Dragon Palace.
Qi Zhaowen leaned against his throne, with two charming water demons massaging his shoulders. His eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
"If we don't find out what's going on, Father will surely suspect me."
"Is the Ten Thousand Demon Hall really unrelated to you, brother?" Qi Lao Wu asked, holding a wine cup and looking at him curiously.
"Hmph, I wish it were so." Qi Zhaowen opened his eyes and said indifferently, "These rats may not be as powerful as the Western Dragon Palace, but if I can use them, they could be a useful asset. To be honest, if they are willing to submit before Father wakes up, I might consider letting bygones be bygones..."
"But for now..."
Qi Zhaowen waved his hand, signaling the two charming water demons to retreat, and slowly stood up. "Their only use is to offer their lives and win Father's favor, securing my position as the Crown Prince."
"Congratulations in advance, brother." Qi Lao Wu raised his cup with a smile.
"Don't speak too soon," Qi Zhaowen said, but he still poured himself a drink. As he did, he seemed to remember something, and he let the wine spill as he slowly raised his head. "It's already this late, and no one has reported back today?"
"Perhaps they were delayed on the way?" Qi Lao Wu took out a conch shell and casually advised, "Brother, there's no need to be so cautious. Our water demon soldiers are all over the Western Flood. Only someone with incredible power could cause such a disturbance without us noticing."
Qi Zhaowen didn't respond but stood up straight.
He closed his eyes and began to sense the surroundings.
As time passed, the Second Prince's face turned increasingly grim.
Sixteen Imperial Decrees had all lost contact!
When he opened his eyes again, Qi Zhaowen's pupils were narrowed, filled with murderous intent. "Something's wrong!"
The Dragon Grandsons and close attendants, even if they were not as powerful as the White Jade Capital, led elite soldiers. To activate the protection of the Imperial Decree, they only needed to infuse a little demonic power.
However, not a single decree had been activated, or he would have noticed it by now.
In other words, they were all killed without even a chance to resist?
Once or twice might be a coincidence, but all sixteen decrees?
This was absurd! Even a Fusion Realm cultivator would not have such overwhelming power.
Perhaps their presence was concealed by some other means, hiding them from his senses.
But regardless...
The fact that these Dragon Grandsons and close attendants, scattered across various locations, had all gone missing indicated that the perpetrators had an intimate knowledge of the Western Flood and even the Dragon Palace. They were numerous and possessed a terrifying, almost eerie, level of efficiency!
This realization made Qi Zhaowen feel a sudden unease.
"Something's not right! I must go see Father!"
He was not like Qi Zhaoyi, a foolish and arrogant man. With Father currently in the palace, he had to report this situation to him immediately.
"Then I'll go check it out."
Qi Lao Wu put away his smile and stood up as well. "Brother, don't panic. Let's first find out who is causing this chaos."
Qi Zhaowen hesitated and nodded. "Alright, be careful. Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it must give its all. Don't be careless."
"You doubt my abilities, brother?" Qi Lao Wu smiled. As the most loyal supporter of Qi Zhaowen from the beginning, the two brothers had been working together for many years, and their understanding needed no words.
"By the way..."
Qi Zhaowen had just taken a step when he stopped again and coldly humphed. "As for the struggle for power and glory, send a message to those two. Have them return from the Omnipotence Pavilion, just in case something unexpected happens."
Having contended for the Crown Prince's throne with his older brother for so many years, he was not lacking in this regard.
With this opportunity, he could also show Father who was more suitable to rule over the Western Flood.
(End of Chapter)
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