Chapter 481: First Clash of True Heavenly Prodigies (4K, Thanks to Hao Yue)

In all of Southern Hong, few are qualified to declare war on the Long Gong.

Counting them up, it is only the Shen Zongzhu of the Qizide Sect.

The status is no problem.

But... but isn't the cultivation realm far too different?!

A decision made by a Great Synthesis giant can be made by a Mid-Stage Return to Emptiness, is that it?

Even Liu Shiqian's expression turned strange this time.

He wished he could swallow back the words he just spoke.

The Yan family members instinctively leaped into the air, wanting to block Shen Yi; Yan Xianqing's expression changed drastically.

Perhaps the aura was too obvious.

Between the lake bays, the figure sitting in meditation frowned slightly.

One saw his figure straight, wearing magnificent golden armor, a pearl crown on his head, and on his somewhat youthful face, two small dragon horns grew from his forehead.

At the moment he frowned.

The four guards beside him simultaneously showed coldness in their faces, raised their eyes to look upward: "Disturbing the Dragon Grandson's quiet cultivation, do you seek death? Get lost!"

The highest cultivation among these guards was merely the Ninth Layer of Return to Emptiness.

But under their rebuke, many cultivators, including Yan Xianqing, instinctively stopped their steps.

The fame of the Master of Hongze has surpassed the cultivation realm.

When involving such a great matter, even Liu Shiqian must first report back to the sect and receive the Shen Zongzhu's decree before making a response.

"Nangong Dragon Grandson, Ke Shisan."

Every Dragon Grandson is one who has been entered into the register within the Southern Hong power structure.

Thirteen is the youngest, named Ke Xuanjian.

He started late, but has already established a huge reputation, not at all inferior to his father and brothers in their youth, and even surpasses them.

His father is the Yellow Fiend Poison Dragon, and his mother is also a Purple Pearl Clam Demon with formidable strength among the water tribes.

It not only masters the divine arts of the two great bloodlines but also cultivates spiritual arts on its own, with equally impressive attainment.

Once it breaks through to the Perfection of Return to Emptiness, it can lead soldiers and generals, be granted a fiefdom, and establish its own faction.

Young and impetuous, no wonder he set his sights on the Yan family's great formation.

"It's too late."

Just that momentary instinctive pause made Yan Xianqing silently cry out in his heart that things were bad.

One saw that Dragon Grandson slowly open his eyes.

A pair of eyes, clear and ethereal.

It gazed at the figure in the Southern Yang white robe ahead, its voice carrying a hint of youth: "You have disturbed me."

As the words were spoken, Ke Xuanjian stood up: "Illegally entering another's place of quiet cultivation is truly impolite. Yan Xianqing, I will give you a chance: take him out, have the Qizide Sect of Southern Hong send a formal letter with gifts to apologize to me, and this matter can be dropped."

"..."

Yan Xianqing originally wanted to forcibly take Shen Yi away, but after hearing these words, the hand he had extended froze in mid-air.

From this sentence onward, this matter is no longer a simple disturbance of cultivation.

This is forcing me to choose a side.

With Ke Shisan's insight, how could he not recognize that Southern Yang white robe?

In front of the Shen Zongzhu of Southern Yang, commanding a vassal of the Southern Yang Sect... if I take action to take Shen Yi away, then there will truly be no turning back.

"Heh."

Taking Yan Xianqing's hesitation into his sight, Ke Shisan suddenly chuckled lightly, looking again at the youth in the distance; he saw golden threads spilling from the other's fingertips, weaving a complex great formation around them at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"I know you, and I understand the current situation of the Southern Yang Sect even better than you imagine."

"That so-called title of Shen Zongzhu of yours is merely a joke in the eyes of the Long Gong."

"If you die, neither of those two Bai Yujings above would dare to harm me for you; but if I am injured, the Southern Long Gong will certainly come to your door and level the Southern Yang treasure land you cherish so much."

Ke Shisan reached out to the side, and a guard placed that flowing-cloud long spear into his palm.

"Of course, you need not worry about these things."

"Because you have no chance of winning."

This Dragon Grandson put away his smile and suddenly gripped the long spear tight.

At the same time, a full sixteen Five Elements Treasure Lotus Great Formations enveloped the lake bay.

Shen Yi raised his eyes slightly.

He rarely has such an opportunity to calmly complete a great formation to perfection in front of others.

Whether he can win is hard to say.

But preventing the opponent from escaping first is never wrong.

In the next instant, Shen Yi quietly vanished from the spot.

The imposing form of the Boundless Demon Emperor Palace instantly occupied the sky, a power of the Fifth Layer of Return to Emptiness, which is not low anywhere.

But under these circumstances, it appears somewhat insufficient.

After all, among those present, no one has a cultivation realm lower than this.

But including Ke Shisan, no one dared to ignore this Dao Palace.

A full four streams of Hongmeng Chen Ziqi, as if making one face heaven and earth directly.

Moreover, the vastness of that Chen Ziqi, even a blind man could feel something was wrong.

In an instant, the four streams of Hongmeng Chen Ziqi simultaneously converged on a certain spot.

A figure carrying purple-gold flame waves stepped out fiercely from within, Bai Xi's five fingers grasping down from the void, pointing directly at Ke Shisan's face!

"Retreat."

Facing this imposing assault, Ke Shisan actually had the leisure to order a few guards to withdraw.

Only then did he raise his spear, striking later but arriving first.

Suddenly, dense scales appeared all over the long spear, followed by the gem embedded in the spear tip sprouting a pupil.

This divine weapon had actually come to life!

Roar—

The dragon's roar turned into a tangible wave, causing the bay to flow backward and the sky to descend!

"Green Dragon Star-Shattering Spear."

Given Yan Xianqing's realm, he should not have been surprised by a duel below Bai Yujing.

Yet this technique, perfected to the point of minor success, still made him feel the terror of the Dragon Grandson.

The opponent was so young, with a demon body, forcibly cultivating human spiritual arts, yet progressing faster than those heavenly geniuses.

He had learned from Yan Xingyuan that Shen Zongzhu had once slain a Dao Hai water python of the Void Return eighth layer.

But this was a duel of two completely different levels.

Seeing the Dragon Grandson was only one layer stronger than the water python in power, yet in an actual clash, this single spear strike was enough to kill the python.

"How is it?"

A fierce smile surged on Ke Shisan's youthful face; at the moment the five fingers pressed down, the spear tip viciously pierced through that white robe.

The array talismans flickering on the Nanyang white robe were seen straight through by the long spear, instantly finding the weakest point.

However, at the moment the spear tip shattered that figure.

The smile on its face suddenly stiffened.

Immediately, a heart-piercing sharp pain came from its back.

Crack crack crack!

Shen Yi's knee thrust, far more fierce than that spear tip, thunderously shattered the golden armor on the Dragon Grandson.

Those four purple auras were originally meant to confuse the opponent.

He would not be foolish enough to stand there letting others prepare, then use secret techniques to enhance himself in front of them.

"Roar!"

Ke Xuanjian and the spear roared together, suddenly turning their heads; the spear, like a long dragon whipping its tail, struck again!

However, in the instant of turning its head, it saw those ruthless eyes.

Almost at the same time, the vision was occupied by darkness.

Eyes filling the sky seemed like cold stars, making one subconsciously feel fear in the heart.

In a single breath, the Dragon Grandson felt tearing pain throughout its body; the whole person whistled as it flew backward, skimming the lake surface and stirring up surging waves.

And at the original spot.

Four Long Gong guards, coordinating perfectly, had used their thousand-times-forged demon bodies to tightly lock Shen Yi's arms.

As soon as Shen Yi appeared behind the Dragon Grandson, they had already struck in advance.

If not for this, the price Ke Xuanjian paid for a moment of carelessness might have been far more than just being blasted away.

Spiritual arts like Xiang Tianyan Sijiu are most effective on the first strike.

"..."

The four Long Gong guards all closed their eyes, sealed their hearing, with only the arms they were pinning in their minds.

They seemed to have a telepathic connection.

Such coordinated exertion of force, with powerful demon bodies capable of overturning rivers and seas, all applied together, produced an effect simply horrifying to hear.

Yet they all kept their eyes closed.

They did not see the cruel terror rising at the corner of Shen Yi's Bai Xi face.

With the enhancement of sharp pain.

He, who had been a calm and silent Shen Zongzhu, suddenly transformed into a mad fierce beast.

Within the noble, indescribable purple-gold eyes, a trace of scarlet quietly rose.

The demon power in the Dao Palace flowed entirely into the body, causing the phoenix circling above to suddenly gain dense ferocity, even adding three parts of blood color to Mount Wutong.

Boom—

The guards wanted to tear Shen Yi apart like five horses.

However, at the moment Shen Yi raised his arm, it was as if he lifted those strong, muscular horses horizontally in mid-air.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Shen Yi gripped the guards' necks, choking them until their faces turned purple, then violently slammed them to the ground!

Purple-gold flame waves roared, covering the earth.

That guard seemed to become a great hammer, wielded by Shen Yi, smashing down upon the ground like a violent storm.

The other three guards, forced back by the flame waves, wanted to withdraw first; before they could rise, their calves were seized by a bony hand and brutally smashed onto the one in front.

The Phoenix Undying True Body, originally capped at the Void Return sixth layer.

With the enhancement of such abundant Hongmeng Chen Ziqi, had leaped to a terrifying level.

Four bodies were embedded into the ground.

Shen Yi bent and threw a punch; with every fist peak falling, blood sprayed high.

Their desperate struggles were all brutally blasted back.

Blood dyed the white robe red and also stained that handsome face.

Those eyes, originally calm, were now filled with violence.

"Lock him down, my lord!"

From the other side of the lake bay came a thunderous roar—Ke Xuanjian had finally processed his earlier humiliation, stomping through surging waves, gripping his long spear, and charging back with furious might.

This time, it no longer relied solely on spiritual arts.

The two dragon horns emitted blinding light.

Murky yellow toxins surged along the spear's shaft; wherever it passed, even the emerald lake bay seemed poisoned and deadly.

The four dragon palaces each possessed distinct bloodlines.

Compared to the eastern palace's violet-bearded, ethereal white dragon, the southern palace's yellow-toxin dragon was the most sinister lineage.

Hearing the dragon heir's command.

Four guards, their breaths barely lingering, still struggled to extend their hands, trying to grasp the youth's arms.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tian Yan Si Jiu unleashed its full might—beneath the mangled fist, four skulls exploded simultaneously!

Shen Yi slowly turned his head.

Dark red, damp strands clung to Bai Xi's face; even the golden flame flickering at his third eye could not burn away the ferocity in his gaze.

Within those pupils.

Ke Shisan charged forward, the yellow-toxin dragon spirit's phantom looming behind him, his figure growing larger.

The Azure Dragon Shatterstar Spear struck again!

At the same time, within the Infinite Demon Emperor's Palace, countless straight dao pillars blazed with light.

The nine demons surrounding the demon emperor on their cushions awoke.

They surged forth.

Letting out terrifying roars!

Ten Thousand Demons Pay Homage!

Across the lake bay as boundary, the yellow-toxin dragon spirit and the crimson demonic aura crashed together—blood red and murky yellow interwoven, a line appearing between them.

In the instant the spear crossed that line, the surging spiritual energy upon it suddenly transformed into foul, demonic power.

Ke Xuanjian froze for a moment.

He had cultivated spiritual arts for years—he hadn't encountered such pure demonic power in many years.

Pata.

Shen Yi raised his palm indifferently, and under the dragon heir's horrified gaze, he firmly gripped the spear's tip.

Named Shatterstar, yet tainted by demonic power, its aura plummeted abruptly.

But even so, it should not have been capable of being resisted by flesh alone.

Ke Shisan involuntarily swallowed.

Then he saw blood splattering between the sweeping, elegant sleeves, revealing a gray-white armor.

Like bone, yet like refined steel.

Its design was sharp and exaggerated, fully encasing the arms.

Before this immortal armor, the roaring dragon spear fell silent; the terrifying aura within it seemed to vanish into nothingness.

Crack.

Amid the spear's mournful cry.

Shen Yi snatched it outright, raising his gaze to meet the dragon heir's terrified eyes—purple-gold radiance flared again.

Ke Xuanjian slipped into a momentary confusion; everywhere around him stood the tall, spear-wielding figure.

His most trusted yellow toxins had vanished as if erased from existence.

A handsome face looked down upon him; the spear tip flipped, flashing cold light.

Puch!

Puch!

Ke Xuanjian's neck was pierced, his chest torn open—he gasped helplessly, his mouth filled with blood.

He could only stare wide-eyed at the youth before him.

The youth emerged drenched in blood, his purple aura growing fainter; as his sleeves fluttered gently, the gray-white armor vanished.

He merely held the spear with serious focus.

"I… I seem to… have gained the upper hand."

Ke Xuanjian laughed through tears, his youthful face trembling.

A gentle purple light glowed from within his torn abdomen.

He had not only a father—he had a mother too.

Under the glow of the purple pearl, scales rapidly surfaced across his body; his dragon form spilled uncontrollably outward, his entire frame swelling, limbs turning into claws.

His gasping breaths grew heavier.

Had it not been for the four guards exhausting Shen Yi's reserves, perhaps he would have died here today.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

"Ha… ha…"

"Die, my lord!"

A shrill voice echoed across the lake bay.

At that moment, the purple pearl rising to his chest was abruptly pushed back down.

The hard-won lifeline, which had enabled him to assume his true form, vanished inexplicably.

Ke Xuanjian froze for an instant, then suddenly looked upward, eyes bloodshot: "Yan Xianqing—how dare you?!"

Before the words had even finished falling.

The long spear struggled in protest, yet under Shen Yi's control, it cleanly and decisively pierced through the Dragon Prince's head.

"…"

Yan Xianqing stared in shock at his own trembling hand.

I… I struck the Dragon Prince.

I only had the thought—heaven help me, my mind went blank, and I actually did it?

"Cough."

Liu Shiqian quietly retracted his hands, already finished forming the hand seals.

Fortunately, Yan Xianqing made that final move—it made things easier for Liu.

He was past his prime; he had no desire to go beg forgiveness from the Shen Zongzhu.

He had stayed within the sect so long.

And the moment he stepped out, he encountered something so shocking.

It would be better to go out less often from now on.

(End of Chapter)