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Chapter 599: They're Back
Chapter 599: They're Back
In the Western Flood, at the Mountain Movers Sect, the main hall was silent, with only the whispers of Old Huang and the faint rustling of Shen Yi turning the pages of a book.
"Shen Zongzhu, I'm certain the news of Southern Flood hasn't reached here yet, but with all that you've done..." Old Huang Wenfa spoke, glancing at the thick stack of imperial decrees on the table, feeling a mix of shock and helplessness.
Those who could hold the decree of the Second Prince of the Western Palace were either dragon offspring or trusted attendants, and now they had all been swiftly and decisively killed by Shen Zongzhu. How could the Western Dragon Palace not know about this?
He truly couldn't understand.
After intercepting and killing the Southern Dragon King, the Southern Seven Sects should have kept a low profile for a while.
Otherwise, what was the point of them trying to block the news?
With so many dragon offspring and attendants dead, the Western Dragon Palace would surely investigate thoroughly. The Mountain Movers Sect and the Treasure Flower Sect didn't have the ability to stop their spies.
"It's good that the news hasn't spread."
Shen Yi lightly nodded, slowly closing the scroll in his hand, with no intention of providing further explanation.
He wanted to prevent the news of the Southern Dragon King's demise from reaching other places. As for what happened in the Western Flood... what did that have to do with the Southern Seven Sons? Other forces would take responsibility for the deaths of these dragon offspring.
Shen Yi had come here from the Southern Flood, not to continue defending, and he never thought of covering anything up.
The scroll in his hand recorded the control of this land and water by various demon generals of the Western Dragon Palace.
After carefully reciting the information in the scroll several times, Shen Yi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"This..."
Old Huang Wenfa stared at the calm and handsome young man. As the leader of a sect and a late-stage Earthly Realm cultivator, he suddenly felt at a loss for what to do in this situation.
The young man didn't even explain what they should do next. Were they just going to wait for the Western Dragon Palace to come looking for them?
What the Mountain Movers Sect leader didn't know was that at the very moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, in various places in the Western Flood, terrifying and sinister shadows suddenly rose and quietly swept towards the locations mentioned in the scroll!
...
In the Western Flood, at the Cloud River Sect, the seemingly tranquil sacred ground was rarely visited by cultivators. Occasionally, a few cultivators on errands passed by with their heads down, looking dejected as they rode their treasures.
The expulsion of the powerful demons from this land and water should have been a cause for celebration.
However, after the Western Dragon Palace dealt with these demons, before the numerous cultivators of the Western Flood could even smile, they abruptly became like prisoners.
Just as these cultivators had traveled less than a hundred zhang away from their sect, dozens of figures emerged from the water's surface. They were all clad in Dragon Palace scales, led by a fierce demon general, riding the waves.
The cultivators, seemingly accustomed to this, cautiously took out a jade slip from their sleeves and handed 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 retook his palace, all living beings in this land and water recalled who was the master and who was the servant.
What kind of immortal sect could stand before the Dragon Palace?
Those renowned elders, fearing becoming the sacrificial chicken to deter the monkeys, hid behind the excuse of cultivation and refused to come out.
Crack!
The Dragon Palace demon general indifferently read the jade slip, then lightly crushed it with his sharp fingers. His voice left no room for negotiation: "Get out of here."
Upon hearing this, the cultivators all looked terrified.
The tall cultivator, in particular, was drenched in sweat. He took out a storage bag while speaking in a low voice, "General, my junior fellow disciple failed to break through, and he urgently needs a pill to stabilize his realm, or his life will be in danger. I just need this one treasure pill, I promise to return after getting the medicine. Please, General, show some mercy..."
Before he could finish, the storage bag in his hand was already in the palm of the demon general. The fierce demon glanced at it, then tossed the bag casually to the many demon soldiers behind him.
Without another word, the demon general turned and left with his soldiers, heading towards the water.
"Thank you, General, for your kindness..."
The tall cultivator was furious but dared not speak up. He forced a smile and repeatedly bowed in gratitude.
Recently, the Western Dragon Palace had been guarding this land and water strictly, especially after discovering that the Cloud River Sect had previously hosted the Southern Seven Sects' disciples. Escaping with just a financial loss was already a good outcome.
After saying this, he and his fellow disciples wanted to leave using their treasures.
However, just as the tall cultivator took a step forward, a silver light suddenly flashed in the air!
Pfft!
A bright silver spear pierced through his chest, and the essence of his five organs, shattered and scattered, escaped from the horrifying wound.
The tall cultivator stared ahead in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Get out of here," the Dragon Palace Demon General said, his voice chilling as he held a spear in one hand. His vertical pupils slowly scanned the few people beside him, "Can't you understand?"
The remaining cultivators were so stiff that they didn't even dare to help their fellow sect members heal. They watched helplessly as their companion's aura grew weaker and weaker, standing there like a wooden chicken.
This was happening right at the entrance to the sect's sacred ground.
A white jade capital demon general, without any regard for the Cloud River Sect disciples, acted as if they were slaughtering dogs, killing them at will.
One of the cultivators turned his head in a daze.
He saw that many sect members had already rushed out of the formation, all of them shocked as they looked on. They exchanged glances with uncertainty, but no order to counterattack came from the sect.
In that moment, they once again experienced the true terror of the Western Dragon Palace's intimidation.
"..."
"Hmph!"
The Dragon Palace Demon General withdrew his bright silver spear, casually shaking off the blood droplets from its blade. He turned around calmly and continued leading the demon soldiers towards the water area.
At the same time, the entire sacred ground of the Cloud River Sect was shrouded in a huge shadow, as if the entire sky had suddenly darkened.
The next moment, accompanied by thunderous laughter, a giant, fluffy leg as thick as a pillar descended from the clouds.
"Who dares to cause trouble here!"
The Dragon Palace Demon General only had time to look up in horror and let out a furious roar.
That thick, ugly leg suddenly magnified countless times in his vision, until everything before him turned pitch black!
Boom!!
Amidst the shaking earth and mountains, the ugly old ape lowered his body that covered the sky and sun, stretching out his slender right arm. He casually scooped up the flesh and severed limbs on the ground, putting them into a tattered bag, and then ran towards the front.
Like a dark cloud suddenly dispersing, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Heh! Heh! Heh!"
The tall cultivator covered his chest and sat down, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. His clothes were already soaked with blood and sweat.
That foot had been less than a foot away from him, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it had stepped on his face. Those demon soldiers were crushed right before his eyes without any resistance.
This terrifying sight almost shattered his soul! The Cloud River Sect disciples swarmed out, and finally, someone reacted to heal the tall cultivator. The rest of them stared wide-eyed at the direction the old ape had left.
"It... it's him..."
An elder recognized the ape demon's identity as a fully matured Earth Realm demon from the Western Flood, notorious for his ferocity!
Wasn't this demon supposed to have been driven south by the Western Dragon Palace? Why had he suddenly returned? And as soon as he came back, he dealt with the Dragon Palace demon soldiers so decisively!
The Cloud River Sect elder slowly scanned his surroundings.
He found that none of his sect's 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 of water and 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 validate the thoughts of the Cloud River Sect elder.
At the same time, huge waves rose in various places in the Western Flood.
In a certain market district.
The once bustling gathering area for cultivators was now as quiet as a graveyard.
Many cultivators stayed in taverns and inns, waiting obediently for orders to leave, while trying to hide some precious treasures, hoping to minimize their losses during the upcoming search.
The entire market district was guarded by Dragon Palace soldiers, their armored silhouettes holding sharp blades, exuding a chilling killing intent.
A female cultivator cautiously walked through like a quail, closing her eyes and enduring the hands searching her body. She just wanted to leave this broken place.
However, for some reason, the chilling feeling became more and more real, as if it was spreading 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 originally upright demon soldiers had become even more rigid.
Covered in frost, their eyes lost their vitality, and their weapons were filled with cracks.
The female cultivator stood in a daze among the many ice sculptures, and a faint sound of footsteps reached her ears.
Soon, a tattered figure appeared in her sight, emaciated, with messy hair and beard dragging on the ground. He held a bag and collected the ice sculptures one by one, like a scavenger.
Throughout the process, he didn't look sideways, his face expressionless, his focus reaching a level that made people's hearts feel uneasy.
"Move aside."
The old man walked slowly, not even glancing at the female cultivator, only reminding her with a hoarse voice.
A female cultivator suddenly felt a chill and jumped back, startled by the strange man's approach. She watched as he walked forward, collecting all the ice sculptures and carrying a chilling aura, as if strolling through an icy wonderland. He continued until he reached the end of the snowy path.
"..."
Similar scenes unfolded almost simultaneously across Xi Hong.
These ferocious beings, appearing so suddenly, had a clear purpose. They spoke not a word of nonsense, focused solely on slaughter, unconcerned about the onlookers.
Their familiar style of operation shocked the many beings of Xi Hong and also reminded them of a presence that had been missing for days.
Had those vicious thugs returned?!
...
Xi Hong Dragon Palace.
Qi Zhaowen leaned against his throne, with two charming water demons massaging his shoulders. He closed his eyes, his brows tightly knit.
"If we can't find out the reason, Father will surely suspect me."
"Is Wan Yao Palace really unrelated to my brother?" Qi Laowu held a wine cup and curiously looked at him.
"Hmph, I was thinking the same." Qi Zhaowen opened his eyes and said calmly, "These rats may not be as powerful as the Western Dragon Palace, but if they can be of use to me, they'd be a decent help. Honestly, if they submit and pledge allegiance before Father wakes up, I can consider letting bygones be bygones..."
"As for now..."
Qi Zhaowen waved his hand, signaling the two charming water demons to leave. He slowly stood up, "Their only use is to offer their lives, win Father's favor, and secure my position as the Crown Prince."
"Congratulations in advance, brother." Qi Laowu smiled and raised his cup.
"It's too early to talk."
Qi Zhaowen said this but still leaned over to pour himself some wine. As the nectar filled his cup, he seemed to remember something. Ignoring the splashing wine, he slowly raised his head, "It's already this late, and no one has reported back today?"
"Maybe they were delayed on the way?"
Qi Laowu took out a conch shell and casually advised, "Brother, there's no need to be so cautious. My water demon soldiers are all over Xi Hong. Only someone with extraordinary abilities could cause a stir here without us noticing."
Hearing this, Qi Zhaowen didn't respond. He just straightened up.
Closing his eyes, he began to sense the surroundings.
As time passed, the second prince's face turned increasingly pale.
Sixteen imperial decrees were all out of contact! When he opened his eyes again, Qi Zhaowen's pupils had narrowed, and a chilling killing intent emanated from them, "Something's wrong!"
The dragon offspring and their attendants, even if not as powerful as the White Jade Capital, led elite troops. To activate the imperial decree for protection, they only needed to infuse a little demon energy.
But so far, not a single decree had been activated; otherwise, he would have noticed.
In other words, they were all killed before they could even think of resisting?
Once or twice might be acceptable, but all sixteen decrees were in the same situation?
This was no joke. Even a Dao Fusion Realm cultivator wouldn't have such overwhelming power.
Perhaps their presence was hidden by other means, concealing their aura from detection.
But regardless...
These dragon offspring and attendants, scattered across various locations, had all gone missing. This indicated that the perpetrators were extremely familiar with Xi Hong and even the Dragon Palace. They were numerous, possessed terrifying, almost eerie, execution abilities!
Thinking of this, a sense of unease suddenly arose in Qi Zhaowen's heart.
"Something's not right! I need to see Father!"
He wasn't like Qi Zhaoyi, a foolish and arrogant person. With Father in the palace during such a situation, he had to report to him immediately.
"Then I'll go check the situation."
Qi Laowu's smile faded as he stood up, "Brother, don't panic. At least let's find out who's causing this chaos."
Qi Zhaowen hesitated and nodded, "Alright, be careful. Even a lion hunting a rabbit needs to give its all, so don't take it lightly."
"You still don't trust me with tasks, brother." Qi Laowu smiled. As the most loyal supporter from the beginning, the two brothers had been working together for many years, and their understanding was unspoken.
"Oh, right."
Just as Qi Zhaowen was about to take a step, he stopped and coldly hummed, "Put aside the power struggle for now. Send a message to those two, call them back from Wan Xiang Pavilion, just in case something unexpected happens."
As the second son, he had been competing with his older brother for the position of Crown Prince for years, but he was not lacking in this regard.
With this opportunity, he could also show Father who was more suitable to govern Xi Hong.
(End of Chapter)
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