Chapter 2021

Zhu Yuanzhang: "Funny, do you think all these years I've been cultivating for nothing?"

Jin Yanzi: "Is that black dragon a true dragon?"

Zhu Youjian: "No, it's Fuxi. Its appearance is nearly identical to a true dragon. It's also one of the few among the Nine Dragon Sons to possess the true dragon form."

Ding Xiu: "I almost mistook it too."

Zhu Wushi: "Normal. You're a man of the Jianghu—you don't need to know these things. But these strange beasts frequently appear in architecture; as emperors, we encounter them often, so we know."

Zhu Wushi: "For example, Bixi—also called Baxia or Dragon Turtle—looks like a tortoise, excels at carrying heavy loads, and is commonly used to bear stone steles. Ancient people erected massive stone steles upon Bixi's back to honor deceased emperors and sages, praising their virtues, intending to rely on its divine power so the steles would endure forever, lasting a thousand autumns."

Zhu Wushi: "But the Fuxi you saw resembles a dragon—it is the eighth of the Nine Dragon Sons, fond of refinement and literature, often clinging to the tops of stone steles."

Su Xiao: "The eighth?! Hehehe!"

Xiao Mai: "Su Xiao, don't act crazy—I won't be able to look at the Nine Dragon Sons the same way again."

Yotsuya Miko: "Then wouldn't Bixi and Fuxi be at odds? Look—Bixi carries the stele, and Fuxi sits atop it. Doesn't that increase Bixi's workload?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "..."

Ding Xiu: "By the way, what do you mean by 'the eighth'?"

Xiao Mai: "I advise you not to find out—it's a name with a scent."

Ye Hei: "Indeed. Let me tell you privately."

Ding Xiu: "... Uh, so that's how it is. Yeah, it's really hard to look at now."

As they spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang launched his attack.

A royal sword appeared beside him, releasing a sharp aura as it slashed toward one of the ferocious beasts.

Zhu Yuanzhang himself used the Divine Art of One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones, splitting into four figures who charged toward the other three ferocious beasts.

Zhu Wushi and Zhu Youjian exchanged glances, then activated their own divine arts and rushed forward.

As the three moved, the Nine Dragon Sons beasts also stirred into action.

Fuxi opened its mouth and swallowed toward the world—its maw impossibly vast, the entire world trembling as if a tiny sugar bean were flying toward it.

"Wretched beast, how dare you!"

Zhu Youjian met it head-on, activating the Dragon God Art, transforming into a golden dragon that descended to suppress Fuxi.

As the golden dragon emerged, the devouring force was instantly suppressed; the world froze within the chaotic sea.

The golden dragon extended its claw, tearing through infinite chaos.

Whoosh!

With a single strike, Fuxi's mighty body was ripped open.

Though equally at the peak of the Pretender Saint realm, these ferocious beasts' strength naturally paled compared to Zhu Youjian and the others' cultivated power.

Even if they too stood at the absolute pinnacle of Pretender Saint, their combat prowess was unimaginably inferior to Zhu Youjian's.

As Zhu Yuanzhang said, he hadn't spent these years in vain.

He lacked nothing in divine arts, magic power, or battle experience—absolutely no match for these artificially grown monsters.

The only concern was that their master was a Mythic Great Luo. If enough such monsters were spawned, even a Pretender Saint could be worn down to death.

After all, he was only a Pretender Saint, still unproven in Hunyuan—he could not possibly contend with a Mythic Great Luo.

Even if the enemy released only a fraction of its power, it would be more than enough to overwhelm him.

Fortunately, this was merely speculation.

The enemy's master was a Mythic Great Luo—but so too was the master behind his own chat group.

If the enemy overstepped, a Dao Lord would surely intervene—no need for him to fight to the death.