Chapter 179: Peng Demon Ravages the Longgong Host; Both Sides Wait in Stillness for the Next Move

Fang Longye swept his divine sense across the surroundings, brushing past Long Xuan like a gentle breeze, as if it were merely incidental.

He did not startle her in the slightest.

In truth, deep down, he had already invested a great deal of attention in her.

It appeared as though Fang Longye was sizing up the host of Longgong battle troops above the clouds, looking quite interested.

In reality, he hadn't even spared three parts of his attention on the Longgong warships.

According to his prior calculations, Ao Chun could never have brought him such a great Calamity, so his suspicion naturally fell upon Long Xuan, this Longnu whose background he knew nothing about.

Therefore, no matter how Long Xuan employed secret Dharma to lower her presence, it was all a futile effort.

On the contrary, her actions fell precisely into the eyes of Fang Longye, a man with ulterior motives, further corroborating his conjecture.

"A beautiful woman is a source of disaster!"

Fang Longye sighed inwardly.

Seeing Long Xuan's posturing, how could Fang Longye not understand that this young woman before him was clearly treating Ao Chun as a vanguard to take the lead.

"It seems these two are not of the same mind!"

"That said, have I ever offended this young woman?" Fang Longye was completely baffled.

Even though Long Xuan had already tried her best to hide her emotions, Fang Longye still saw a trace of extremely complex color in the depths of her eyes.

Within this color, there was unwillingness, hatred, disgust... it was very complex.

Seeing her pretend to be aloof and unconcerned, Fang Longye did not expose her. He was eager to disperse the enemy's strength! Therefore, he had never understood what those people were thinking when they faced enemies—not wanting to settle things with one blow, but instead insisting on testing them in every possible way.

He shook his head inwardly.

He looked at the Longgong battle troops who had already driven their warships down to the sea surface. Good heavens! There were quite a lot of them—look at how it made Peng Mowang drool.

The sea and sky met, suffused with a single hue.

Cold light poured into the waves like an overturned pot; as the wind blew, rustling ripples spread out in circles and halos in all directions.

The Longgong warships descended from the sky, stirring up layers of overlapping giant waves that echoed in succession.

Amidst the rolling white waves, thousands upon thousands of Water Tribe soldiers emerged from the warships, parting the tide, moving from afar to near, and forming a great array.

Those at the very front were all riding mounts, clad in full armor, and holding long spears.

Behind them were the infantry, all holding meticulously crafted Weapon, their cold light flashing and their murderous intent boiling.

A vast army emerged from the warships, lined up on the sea surface, neat and orderly, with strict discipline.

Not only the sea surface, but even the seabed stirred with waves.

Looking down from above, one could see the sea area beneath their feet, with shimmering water light spreading out for ten thousand miles.

On the seabed, Water Tribe creatures of all shapes and sizes appeared, vivid and lifelike.

They formed an inexplicable array.

Just at this moment.

Woo—woo—woo—the Longgong warships emitted the sound of ancient, desolate horns, which traveled far and wide, shaking the surroundings, before blooming with brilliance and rapidly ascending to hover above the cloud sea.

Then, the cultivators on the warships continuously poured their Dharma power into the vessels.

With these warships as the core, the Array Restriction that had been set up early on the sea surface and seabed lit up one after another, connecting into a single piece and arranging themselves in combination.

Thousands of golden rays burst forth, accompanied by the sound of waves, continuously drawing upon the power of the sea to bolster everything.

This caused the surroundings to be filled with splashing spray.

Everything combined together, and one could faintly hear the sounds of blades, spears, swords, and halberds clashing, shaking the nine heavens.

These movements and commands, while seemingly cumbersome, were actually completed in the blink of an eye, before anyone could even react.

Fang Longye only felt a weight on his shoulders, a vast Great Strength pressing down, as if he were carrying the Four Seas on his back.

"An array? Heh—"

Fang Longye looked at the host of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Whale Commander and Captain, and let out a cold laugh.

At this moment, more than a dozen people rose into the air, clad in armor and wielding blades, with halos of various colors rising all around.

All of them were outstanding among the Golden Immortal.

Clearly, these fellow practitioners from the East Sea Dragon Palace also knew that human-sea tactics were useless, and that the true outcome would depend on the struggle between the strong.

"To deal with a True Immortal like me, you actually need to go to such great lengths, pretty boy?"

Fang Longye chuckled and glanced at Ao Chun.

Without waiting for a reply, he immediately turned his head and said to the eager Peng Mowang: "Huntian, it's up to you!"

"Don't worry, Brother Fang—"

Peng Mowang patted his chest, then gave a ferocious smile at the Longgong host.

Subsequently, his body swayed and he vanished from the spot, appearing in the air, transforming into his true Peng form, spreading his wings across the sky.

His Peng head was held high, as large as a hill, casting shade over the surroundings, obscuring the light with a cold and grim air; wind and clouds gathered, and the sound of thunder was continuous, adding to his supreme might.

He stretched his head forward and opened his blood-red maw, connecting heaven and earth, so large it was unimaginable.

With just one movement, a terrifying, unimaginable suction force was released, impossible to resist.

Looking from above, it was as if a vortex black hole had appeared out of thin air, devouring everything.

In just an instant, it had swallowed seven or eight out of ten of those before him.

Even two slightly weaker Golden Immortal, unable to react in time, were seized by Peng Mowang's sharp claws and swallowed in one gulp, digested into energy.

The wind rolled the clouds, the great waves washed away the sand; both heaven and earth were left empty.

Only a few generals at the True Immortal level managed to survive under the protection of the remaining Golden Immortal of Longgong.

From Peng Mowang nodding in response to Fang Longye, to swallowing the Water Tribe soldiers and generals covering the mountains and plains, the entire process happened in the blink of an eye, impossibly fast.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the full-of-confidence Ao Chun might have thought that the scene of Water Tribe soldiers and generals filling the sea and sky was just a mirage, and that now things had simply returned to their original state.

But Ao Chun knew it was absolutely not a mirage.

The elite soldiers and generals he had led out of the Longgong under his own command had truly been swallowed in an instant by this ferocious Peng bird demon before his eyes, becoming food in its belly!

"You—"

Ao Chun looked as if he had been struck by lightning; his face was deathly pale, and he pointed his finger at Peng Mowang and Fang Longye, speaking through gritted teeth with a hatred that could not be dissolved in his voice, "You, you—"

Clearly, he was so angry he could no longer speak.

This could not be blamed on anything else; one had to know that these soldiers and generals had been mobilized by him relying on his status as the Eighth Prince.

With such a thing having happened, he could hardly shirk the blame.

It would absolutely greatly affect his status in the Longgong.

This was simply because, among the Four Seas, thanks to the procreative abilities of the various Dragon Kings, there were many Dragon Princes and Longnu.

Just as there were outstanding individuals who stood out from the crowd, there would be playboys; just as there were those who got along like brothers, there would be those who did not get along.

Ao Chun, benefiting from the Azure Dragon Bloodline he carried, had quite a status in the East Sea Dragon Palace, which had long made his brothers dissatisfied.

Now that this matter had occurred, it naturally gave people an excuse to stir up trouble.

In fact, this was very normal. Do not look at the Dragon Clan as appearing united on the outside; the filth inside was no less than that of other forces.

It was simply impossible for any major force to be harmonious without any conflict.

Even a family of three would have quarrels, let alone others.

Thinking of this, Ao Chun not only hated Fang Longye and Peng Mowang to the bone, but even began to turn back and resent Long Xuan.

"A femme fatale! If it weren't for her, how could I have acted so brainlessly?" "She has caused my status in the Longgong to be insecure!"

In fact, when Peng Mowang was devouring the Longgong soldiers and generals, Ao Chun's mind had a jolt; the scenes of his previous time with Long Xuan surfaced in his mind one by one, and many details he had not noticed at the time came to his heart, and he immediately realized the truth.

His reaching this step absolutely could not have happened without Long Xuan's instigation.

Thinking carefully, it was so abnormal that Princess Long Xuan was so attentive to his revenge!

There was absolutely her own purpose in this.

Hateful, he had not seen through it the first time.

He immediately looked toward the Hanging Treasure Pavilion where Long Xuan was, looking with hatred.

Yet he saw that Long Xuan had not the slightest reaction to his gaze, merely staring straight at the battlefield scene.

With Ao Chun having such a large reaction, the group of Golden Immortals who had followed his orders to lead the ambush were even more furious when they saw the miserable scene of the Longgong battle soldiers after being ravaged by Peng Mowang.

Even if Ao Chun acted wantonly and caused trouble, he was, after all, the Eighth Prince; no matter how great his guilt was before the East Sea Dragon King, the punishment he received would be painless.

But they were different.

Although these Golden Immortals were all part of the Dragon Clan, not one of them had a Dragon King for a father.

For such a thing to bring shame upon the East Sea Dragon Palace, when their Majesty returned, they would surely suffer.

Moreover, these two True Immortals had such power, they must have a deep background; this was inviting a powerful enemy for the East Sea Dragon Palace for no reason!

A Golden Immortal whose true form was a Horned Flood Dragon transmitted his voice to his companions: "The only plan now is to capture these two first. We will wait until His Majesty returns to the Longgong to deal with them."

By then, whether to offer apologies or otherwise would be none of their business.

The companions nodded in agreement one after another.

Peng Mowang saw the remaining dozen or so Golden Immortals transmitting their voices to each other.

He could not be bothered to care what they were chatting about; he chuckled lightly, immediately flapped his wings and flew, stirring the surrounding wind, which whistled softly.

It looked as if a cyan color was gathering, permeating the space between heaven and earth.

The wind from all directions gathered and accumulated behind Peng Mowang, turning into thousands of small wings that collided and whispered; all these combinations were like blades and swords, capable of severing everything.

Wherever the Wind Blade pointed, the space, originally incredibly solid, seemed to turn into paper, and wherever it reached, it was torn apart.

He tore through the space, disappeared from where he was, and when he appeared again, he was already behind that Horned Flood Dragon, one claw reaching toward his heart.

"What?"

This Horned Flood Dragon had no time to react; the space behind him had already torn like a picture scroll, and like a mirror collapsing, it shattered into thousands of pieces, shooting in all directions.

When he reacted, he saw that a huge hole had already appeared in his chest, and his heart was gone.

Of course, he was already in the Golden Immortal Realm, so he would not die just yet; at most, he was severely injured.

As he comforted himself in his heart, in a trance, his vision went black, and a devouring force rushed toward his face.

Afterward, he fell into eternal sleep.

Peng Mowang let out a strange cry, maintaining his Great Peng true form, soaring in the air, and laughed loudly: "Golden Immortal-level dragon meat is truly delicious and juicy."

But sensing a gaze, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Fang Longye glanced at him, then sensed the movement on Long Xuan's side, and thought to himself: "To be able to hold back her temper this much? Everything here is about to be cleared away like chopping melons and vegetables, and she still won't make a move?"

……

On the side where the flames of war were burning.

In mid-air, the Hanging Treasure Pavilion stood peacefully, with clouds dwelling upon it, the frost not yet fallen, a crystal white expanse.

The small window was half-open, brocade and embroidery naturally formed, hanging to the ground, brilliant and exquisite.

The faint water light was misty, like moonlight, like water light, like snow color.

A cluster of mist and clouds gathered around her side, obscuring Long Xuan's expression.

She stared at the movement on the field, her heart anxious and unsettled: "Why hasn't this guy made a move yet?"

"The people of the East Sea Dragon Palace are all trash! Not to mention forcing out any ultimate moves from this guy, do they not even have the strength to make him make a move?"

Seeing that the thugs brought by Ao Chun were about to be crushed one by one, Fang Longye had not even moved a finger.

If not for the fact that she wanted to figure out Fang Longye's methods before making a move.

Why would she go to such lengths? Fang Longye saw that there was still no movement from Long Xuan's side, so he stopped caring, immediately shook his body, and released his aura.

His entire body's Aura rushed into the sky, vast and mighty, straight upward, then slowly unfolded, colorful and brilliant, turning into one flower bud after another, each the size of a bowl.

After a moment, the buds bloomed, forming one immortal flower after another, dense and thick, numbering more than thousands.

All the flowers gathered together, clustered in groups, trembling and swaying; beneath their magnificent beauty, a dense murderous intent was coiled.

It bore down directly upon the remaining Golden Immortal members of the Dragon Clan.

"You traitor of the Dragon Clan!"

Sensing his Aura, one female cultivator among these Dragon Clan Golden Immortals immediately arched her willow-leaf brows and widened her almond eyes; her skirt rustled in the wind like an unfurling battle standard, and she pointed directly at Fang Longye with a chilling murderous intent.

She gritted her teeth and said, "To think you are one of my Dragon Clan, yet you actually collude with the avian lineage to inflict such Poison upon my Dragon Clan!"

Her voice was resonant, echoing all around.

"Haha—"

Hearing such accusations, Fang Longye laughed a few times before his laughter came to an abrupt halt; he then stared fixedly at this female immortal from the Dragon Palace and said, "Then what was your intention in using every scheme imaginable to hunt me down?"

Fang Longye scoffed at the words of this female immortal from the Dragon Palace. In his view, this was nothing more than "the magistrate is allowed to burn down houses, while the common people are forbidden from even lighting a lamp!"

Just because one comes from the East Sea Dragon Palace, does that make them so remarkable? Do not speak to me of the Four Seas Dragon Clan having some inseparable, milk-and-water relationship with me, Fang Longye.

If a person kills me, I shall surely kill them! Furthermore, as a transmigrator, he did not feel that just because he was of the Dragon Clan, he had to be mindful of any kinship ties.

Especially this bullshit logic where one is hunted down and not allowed to fight back! Come to think of it, he might be the person in this world with the least sense of tribal identity.

Whether it be demon or dragon, he only acts as himself.

Below myself, all living beings are equal.

Too lazy to waste more words on this brain-damaged female dragon, Fang Longye flipped his palm, and flames rose, condensing into the shape of water ripples.

Then they dispersed into lines, twisting and layering, rotating like a mountain, like a wheel, like a precious seal, like a Jade Seal, and pressed directly down toward her.

In the center, a dragon head rose, its scales distinct.

As Fang Longye's strike descended, the void burned, illuminating the surroundings with a scorching temperature that no one could withstand.

Such power was his own innate Bloodline divine ability, perfectly fused with the Dao he had diligently cultivated, and it was only through this that such phenomena and might were produced.

Applying what one has learned flexibly does not necessarily require any specific moves.

There was no surprise; no matter how the female immortal from the Dragon Palace resisted, she still lost her life under this strike.

Afterward, he charged directly into the midst of the Dragon Palace Golden Immortals who had already formed a formation, invincible as he moved, slaughtering at will.

The chilling murderous intent was as sharp as a sword, spanning a thousand miles, condensed and unyielding.

Looking closely, the murderous intent was almost tangible, deep and dark within but frost-white without, diffusing a pale light that descended from above, silent and soundless.

Whether it was the outwardly fierce but inwardly cowardly Ao Chun, or the invigorated Long Xuan, both could not help but look toward the battlefield.

They saw that around the battlefield where both sides were fighting, tens of thousands of light rings were interlocking, yet they made a clanging sound.

The sounds were high or low, and when heard, they were continuous and unending.

(End of this chapter)