Chapter 259 - 194: Birthday Celebration in the Dragon Palace

Just then, a deep gold divination slip suddenly appeared in Qin Xuan’s mind.

[Top-Top Lottery - Fortune: Seize the opportunity. After Lei Wanjun’s outburst, argue your case with reason. Uphold the Holy Sect’s honor as a Purple Mansion cultivator to turn peril into safety and obtain a Third-Grade Opportunity. Greatly auspicious!]

Qin Xuan felt as if he had just grabbed a life-saving straw, and he couldn’t help but breathe faster.

’It’s here!’

’That ’Greatly Auspicious’ divination is here!’

Pang Tunyun and the others were also stunned.

From the seating area of the Cyan-Scaled Chi Flood Dragon Race, an Elder surnamed Yun spoke in a sinister tone.

"And where is the tribute from the Blood Demon Sword Sect?"

Silence. A deathly silence.

"It seems the Blood Demon Sword Sect has no one left. It’s bad enough you sent a group of Purple Mansion juniors, but to come empty-handed as well? Do you look down on the Dragon Lord, or do you look down on all of us heroes of the East Sea?" Elder Yun pressed, unrelenting.

Qin Xuan remained silent.

Behind him, however, Lei Wanjun suddenly took a step forward as if possessed. A flicker of black candle smoke streaked through the depths of his eyes.

"You old loach, how insolent! Who are you to tell our Holy Sect how to conduct its affairs?!"

WHOA!

An uproar swept through the crowd, and the entire hall instantly erupted in noise.

Elder Yun’s expression turned hideous. He never imagined that a mere Star Mansion-level Demon Cultivator would dare to curse him.

"Brat, you dare!"

Beside himself with rage, Elder Yun flicked his finger.

A ray of cyan light shot out and struck Lei Wanjun right between the eyebrows.

The expression on Lei Wanjun’s face instantly froze.

The next moment, under everyone’s horrified gazes, Lei Wanjun’s Flesh Body became covered in a dense, spiderweb-like pattern of cyan cracks!

"PFFT—"

A soft shattering sound echoed.

Lei Wanjun dissolved into a pile of cyan-glittering dust that scattered on the wind.

One strike. Just a single strike!

An Incense Master of the Demon Dao, at the Sixth Level of the Star Mansion Realm, was obliterated in both body and soul!

Inside the great hall, a deathly silence descended. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A sharp glint flashed through Su Xiaotai’s eyes. The old monk from the Buddha Country lowered his gaze and chanted the Buddha’s name, while the old matron from the Gu Race revealed a look of interest.

Every faction present understood. This was the East Sea’s Flood Dragon Race making a show of force.

Killing the chicken to warn the monkey!

And the Blood Demon Sword Sect was the chosen "chicken"!

Shi Potian and Pang Tunyun looked as if their eyes would split with rage. The Surrounding Demonic Qi flared wildly around them, yet they forced themselves to hold back, not daring to make a single rash move.

Their opponent was a Nascent Soul, and they were inside the Dragon Palace!

Qin Xuan was the closest, and he could even feel the icy Dao Rhyme radiating from that cyan ray of light.

’That’s the Positional Divine Technique, Broken Gold Cyan!’

A chill ran down Qin Xuan’s spine as he broke out in a cold sweat. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his throat.

’If that finger had been aimed at me, I’d be a dead man right now.’

But after the wave of immense fear passed, Qin Xuan took a deep breath. His face was pale, but he forced an expression of shocked fury onto it.

He abruptly turned toward the Dragon Lord’s throne and bowed. His voice, carrying just the right amount of tremor, echoed clearly through the hall.

"Venerable Lord, today is your grand birthday celebration, a joyous occasion for all. My Blood Demon Sword Sect came with sincere hearts and a great gift to offer our congratulations. And yet, someone here has disregarded Your Lordship’s honor, ignored the etiquette between host and guest, and publicly attacked and killed an envoy of my Holy Sect."

"This is a grave insult to you, Venerable Lord! And it is a declaration of war against my Holy Sect!"

The golden-robed figure seated at the head of the hall remained expressionless.

"Insolent junior, your audacity is boundless! What right do you have to question the Dragon Lord!"

Elder Yun raged.

Qin Xuan whirled to face Elder Yun, his voice and expression turning severe.

"Ridiculous! You keep claiming my Holy Sect is being insolent, but with this act of yours, what position does that put the Venerable Lord in?!"

"What position does it put the East Sea Dragon Palace’s principles of hospitality in?!"

"Or has your Cyan-Scaled Chi Flood Dragon Race already risen above the Venerable Lord, able to wield the power of life and death in the East Sea in his stead?!"