Chapter 1922: Diewumeng: You lot, scram

Inside Longshe Shan.

Heishanyang had long since run back; when the Heaven's Sword fell, it fled, preparing to bring Qinglong Daoren and the others away—who would have thought Qinglong Daoren and company didn't leave, but stood firm inside the formation, refusing to go, and seeing Qinglong Daoren stay, Xinran Zhanglao and the others also stayed.

This left Heishanyang in a bind; after many attempts at persuasion, it still couldn't convince those few people, so in the end it could only give up.

As a result, Longshe Shan's formation blocked the Heaven's Sword's impact, remaining unmoved; the formation's strength let Heishanyang realize once again that this place was truly safe—remembering Chen Chuyang's words that they need not fear attacks from Tribulation Realm strong ones, meaning any Tribulation Realm strong one's attack, not just the first or second tribulation.

Back then Heishanyang didn't think much of it; now it is truly convinced.

"Wow, Qinglong kid, Longshe Shan's formation is way too strong—nothing's wrong."

"That's right, I told you earlier—it's fine, don't panic, just look." Qinglong Daoren put on a calm front, but inside he was panicking badly; his reason for not leaving was that his true form had arrived, he just hadn't hidden it.

When this battle began, Chen Chuyang arrived; he also feared those people couldn't kill the Kunpeng Guardian, so he came personally, being more cautious, to ensure the Kunpeng Guardian died and this place stayed safe.

The safe place we finally found cannot just disappear like that.

This joint operation is fraught with danger; Diewumeng is in great peril, so Chen Chuyang must come to protect her and also protect Cangzhou—at the very least, Cangzhou must not encounter any problems or turmoil right now.

He's not even bothering to break through; he's just come here to keep watch—this is Qinglong Daoren's confidence; otherwise he'd have already fled with his people, why would he stay?

"Heishanyang, when will you be as unflappable as me? Your composure still isn't enough—you need to train properly." Qinglong Daoren patted Heishanyang's head and said earnestly.

In the manner of an elder educating Heishanyang, Heishanyang burst with a black line—it truly was convinced; how dare this Qinglong kid educate it, utterly absurd, a complete reversal of the natural order.

"What? You're not convinced?" Qinglong Daoren loved seeing Heishanyang's unruly look and loved teasing it.

Heishanyang gave him a white-eye and said irritably, "Qinglong kid, are you acting so calm just because Chen Chuyang's kid showed up?"

Qinglong Daoren's smile instantly stiffened; he knew he couldn't hide anything from this Heishanyang—it was too sharp.

His true form had arrived, and it couldn't be hidden from it.

Others might not sense where the true form is, but Heishanyang definitely can—their souls are linked, so at close range they can feel each other; realizing he couldn't put on airs, Qinglong Daoren curled his lip: "Heishanyang, you got that wrong—whether my true form comes or not, I remain this calm."

"You're nothing like me—panicking at the slightest thing, completely immature."

Heishanyang: "……"

So angry, this bastard, really wanting to beat him up.

Fortunately, it held back.

"Alright, kid, the fight's about to start outside—why aren't you letting Chen Chuyang's kid go protect his woman? Diewumeng is injured; she's no match for those Lingzhou folks, and if they really fight she'll surely lose." Heishanyang pointed at Diewumeng and company; although their numbers weren't few, their strength wasn't great, and to top‑tier strong ones, a crowd is just ants.

Ants are still ants, no difference.

"Diewumeng woman isn't strong enough—she's only at the third tribulation, not a match for those few, especially the Heavenly Heart Sect's Xin Wuhen elder; this person is very dangerous." Heishanyang pointed at Xin Wuhen elder and said: "His strength has never been shown; so far he's been hiding his true power."

"Up to now in the battle he hasn't used any power; it's obvious he's also worried about us."

Qinglong Daoren spread his hands: "I can't decide this; you need to ask the true form."

"Right? The true form."

Chen Chuyang stepped out; Heishanyang saw him, immediately went to his front, behaving very obediently—no trace of its earlier unruly self; the sudden change left everyone stunned.

Xinran Zhanglao and the others went over, Bai Xinlan likewise; they stood respectively beside Chen Chuyang, who looked outside and smiled: "Quite lively—are we about to fight?"

He had no intention of going out, not a single thought, just standing in place watching the battle outside.

Heishanyang worried: "Kid, Diewumeng and company could be in danger; Xin Wuhen elder is very sly—you'd better be careful."

"I know." Chen Chuyang pressed down his hand, telling him not to worry or panic.

"Everything is under my control."

Heishanyang exhaled; with Chen Chuyang here, just watching is enough—he'll step in at the crucial moment.

Having reminded what needed reminding and done his own duty, that was sufficient.

He pushed it aside; what comes next doesn't need his watch.

Outside.

The atmosphere was tense, swords drawn and bows taut.

Diewumeng received Chen Chuyang's mental transmission; her heart steadied considerably, her confidence rose as well—her husband had come, what was there to fear?

It's just Xin Wuhen elder and the Azure Heavenly One—what's there to worry about?

"Xin Wuhen elder, if that's the case, there's nothing more to say—the Kunpeng Guardian's corpse belongs to our Cangzhou; you lot, scram."

"This place doesn't welcome you."

As soon as Diewumeng said that, the scene fell silent.

The Heavenly Capital Dragon King blinked, quickly realizing something: that person had stepped out, Chen Chuyang was here—that was Diewumeng's greatest confidence; at that moment the stone in his heart dropped.

The advantage lay with them; those demon beasts and the Tian Du Men people weren't the focus—numbers couldn't affect strong ones.

But Chen Chuyang alone could suppress everyone—Xin Wuhen elder, the Azure Heavenly One, even Mulong Tian would have to bow; none of them could escape.

Xin Wuhen elder stared at Diewumeng in astonishment—he never expected this woman to turn on them outright, telling them to scram with no face given; it was… too arrogant.

"Diewumeng, do you know what you're saying?"

Diewumeng put her hands on her hips and shouted arrogantly: "Old lady tells you to scram—did you hear that? Xin Wuhen elder, want me to say it again?"

That arrogant aura was truly badass.

Mulong Tian couldn't hold back first, shouting angrily: "Xin Wuhen elder, attack—don't give her face, these people, give face or don't, just kill them outright."

The Azure Heavenly One frowned; Diewumeng's attitude shifted quickly—this woman surely had some trump card, otherwise she wouldn't be so arrogant.

"Hold off on attacking—this woman's arrogance clearly shows she's found a trump card."

Xin Wuhen elder hesitated, wanting to strike but also wary of Diewumeng's trump card.