Chapter 570: Wan Yao Dian Slays the Jade-Horned Dragon

Rustle—

The sudden appearance of several figures plunged the entire exterior of the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion into a Tianyan Siji.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang stood in silence; even as they tried their utmost to conceal their inner shock, their pupils still instinctively contracted slightly.

The two's cultivation was actually unable to penetrate the existence shrouded in dark-gold magical robes to discern their true strength or how profound their realm was.

But judging solely by their momentum, it looked as if their meager few were besieging the Long Gong!

"Old Liu, who exactly are these people?" Elder Chi Yang swallowed hard and couldn't help but transmit a question via his Dao token.

Liu Shiqian slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and admitted frankly, "I don't know."

To be honest, aside from having merged with a treasure land one step more than Chi Yang, his understanding of the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion was equally scant.

But such a scene had truly exceeded the scope they could interfere in, even though he had already ascended to the early stage of the Earth Realm.

Regardless, since Shen Zongzhu trusted him enough to send him here, he surely wouldn't harm him.

"..."

Many water demons of the Long Gong were somewhat unsure of the current situation.

Having accompanied the Fourth Prince on his inspection tour, wherever they went, no matter how powerful the Xian Sect or demon clan on the other side, everyone had always been polite and full of flattery toward them.

Yet today, it seemed they had run into a hard nut to crack, something rather prickly.

The two trusted great demons brought by Qi Zhaoping now had increasingly strange expressions on their faces, feeling more and more that the scene before them resembled the last time they came.

They couldn't help but mutter a thought in their hearts.

Could it be that after helping repair the floor tiles when they left last time, they would have to help patch up the great formation protecting the sect when they left this time too?

These were originally just words of complaint, but the next moment, the words that rang in their ears made the strange expressions on the faces of the two trusted great demons intensify several times over.

"Let's talk."

Qi Zhaoping casually sheathed his precious sword, as if nothing had happened just now, and made no mention whatsoever of entering the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion.

Noble as the Fourth Prince of the Western Long Gong, possessing cultivation comparable to the Heaven Realm, he could handle nine out of ten matters of Western Hong on his own authority, but that absolutely did not include another Heaven Realm powerhouse... or even two.

"Ah?"

Qi Zhaoping was still pointing a finger at Ke Shisan when he heard these words; he froze for an instant, and his entire face collapsed.

When they came out, he had said he would teach these people a lesson, but after arriving, it turned out they were just going to "talk"?

He clenched his fist in frustration, withdrew his finger, and then reluctantly let his right arm hang down.

Even Fourth Brother found the trouble thorny; where would Qi Zhaoping dare to speak up?

Clearly, his deduction had been flawed; the so-called Wan Yao Dian likely possessed strength that had already surpassed his imagination.

"Huff..."

Chi Yang quietly let out a breath, then curiously peered forward.

For some reason, he felt his spine had straightened considerably.

To forcibly suppress a Heaven Realm dragon demon into submission, and one who was a prince of the Western Long Gong at that; although it had nothing to do with him, experiencing it firsthand really felt thrilling.

Pity that, if not for the incident with the immortal, the Seven Sages of Southern Hong would probably be able to bully the Southern Long Gong like this too.

I must go back and advise Old Liu; once this matter is settled, we should return to Southern Hong first.

Although merging with a treasure land is sweet, these thieving dragons are not easy to deal with; having lost such great face today, there's no guarantee they won't bring up old scores later.

Just then, Elder Chi Yang noticed Liu Shiqian's back tremble slightly.

"Since your hall has just arrived, our Western Palace has not yet hosted a banquet to welcome you. Once the various Hall Lords find the time, this King will certainly set up a feast; if your masters are willing to appear, this King can even invite my father the King to attend, so we may sit down and discuss the affairs of Western Hong."

Qi Zhaoping steadied his breath and calmed his spirit, with not a trace of embarrassment visible on his face.

To be able to withdraw from the struggle for succession and sit securely in the Prince's Hall, such a being would not lack this kind of composure.

As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face.

Besides, they are all powerful beings who have ascended to the Heaven Realm; cultivation is not easy, and they cherish their lives even more, rarely engaging in life-or-death battles.

If the Wan Yao Dian truly had sufficient confidence, how could they dare not sit down and talk face-to-face? It is merely a matter of territory and resources; everything can be negotiated, and there is absolutely no need to tear the face apart.

"Talk?"

Wu Jun looked down, picking at his fingernails, and a grating sneer suddenly emerged from beneath the dark-gold magical robe: "Ha."

He casually flicked out a clump of non-existent mud, raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your father, that old stinking bug, dares to share a banquet with my Lord? Has water gotten into your brain?"

Before the words had even finished, all the demons present turned deathly pale, their shock beyond words.

They could not comprehend at all how anyone in Western Hong, this land of water and earth, would dare to speak such wild words against the Old Dragon King.

What identity, exactly, did the "Lord" spoken of by the other party possess?

Could it be that the Wan Yao Dian was cultivated by Hongze Daxian? Otherwise, how could they be so arrogant to a degree that defied understanding?

Elder Chi Yang also understood now why Liu Shiqian had trembled slightly; the other party was already channeling the aura of the merged treasure land, ready to fight.

"..."

Qi Zhaoping had completely not expected such a response; for a moment, his entire face twitched.

Even with his temperament, he was provoked by such unmasked contempt to the point where anger surged to his head.

However, he was not given a chance to react.

That plump figure suddenly stepped forcefully onto the precious carriage; the entire vehicle instantly exploded, causing Qi Zhaoping to plummet downward unprepared; he could only reach out and grab the reins of the Qiao Jiao.

"Roar!"

Under that terrifying force, the massive black-backed Qiao Jiao wailed as it was dragged down, its mouth torn straight open at the corners.

In an instant, Qi Zhaoping transformed into a long jade-horned silver dragon; he glanced frantically upward and saw the "shorty" he had previously spoken of, along with Yu Lan looking down from above.

From just that momentary contact, he sensed something was wrong; before he could roar, his form vibrated as he attempted to break free.

The huge silver dragon rolled, stirring up mountain collapses and earth cracks, smashing two high cliffs, and then shot straight toward the waters.

At the same time, Yu Lan suddenly reached out her hand.

Bai Xi's pale jade arm instantly transformed into a claw vast enough to blot out the sky and sun, reaching down to seize!

That jade-horned silver dragon glanced up in horror, seeing sharp, hook-like claws covered in fine, crimson scales descending like a net of heaven and earth, nearly enveloping the entire mountain range surrounding the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Phenomena.

Amidst it, surging yet invisible scorching flames rose, as if turning this place into a sea of fire.

Under the shroud of the massive shadow.

Qi Zhaoping felt his whole body burning with heat, as if he were about to be steamed dry; he suddenly raised that jade horn, attempting to tear apart this net of heaven and earth, while simultaneously unleashing a piercing cry: "Fourth Brother, save me!"

Crack—

The claw rapidly shifted, becoming just large enough to grip the dragon's head; beneath those cold, hook-like talons, the jade horn that the silver dragon clan prized most shattered like glass.

The claw tips pierced deeply into Qi Zhaoping's skull, dragging him forcibly into the air.

The massive dragon body struggled wildly, scattering the sea of clouds, yet was as helpless as a loach caught by a person.

Crimson dragon blood soon overflowed from the skull, staining the beautiful silver scales, shimmering with light in the sky.

Click! Click! Click!

Finally, that ferocious dragon head, eyes wide open, was then crushed entirely!

As a rain of crimson blood fell, a dragon prince of noble status thus fell absurdly between the waters and lands of West Hong.

Sensing the thick fishy smell, everyone stood frozen in place.

And Qi Zhaoyang, who had already reacted when Yu Lan made her move, now stared fixedly ahead.

He drew his sword to strike, yet the blade never fell.

For a delicate small hand had casually grasped the sword edge; the long sword capable of splitting mountains and tearing seas failed to draw blood from that hand.

Even the death of his own brother could not distract Qi Zhaoyang.

In a single glance, he recognized the perilous situation he was in!

The two gazed silently at each other.

The waters beneath grew increasingly turbulent; rolling waves rose, covering the entire horizon with water, turning it into a pitch-black, dark appearance.

When this terrifying great wave fell, it could completely submerge all the land surrounding the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Phenomena.

Thunder flashed within the water waves, erupting with a violent roar.

But in An Yi's eyes, there was only that sword.

She expressionlessly clenched her fist; with a barely audible crisp sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the sharp long sword, then rapidly spread.

The entire long sword suddenly shattered in that delicate palm.

An Yi held the fragments, as if she could not see the terrifying giant wave crashing behind her; she turned her gaze toward Qi Zhaoyang, who was covered in sweat.

In an instant, the hood fluttered, revealing that obedient small face.

Yet on this harmless-looking face, a pair of vertical pupils was occupied by moonlight, turning into pure white.

"Roar—"

Beneath the dark golden dharma robe, dense and dark red demonic power suddenly surged, instantly turning the dark sky into a scene paved with red clouds; like a heavy punch, it suddenly smashed the sky-blotting giant wave, tore apart the thunder within, causing it to fall back into the waters as a downpour.

Amidst the pattering rain, the tiger roar that shook the hearts and minds of all enveloped Qi Zhaoyang entirely.

He released the sword hilt, stumbled backward, his face contorted; the silver cape and silver armor on his body were torn by bulging muscles, and his towering form instantly transformed into an even larger jade-horned silver dragon, shooting straight up into the sky.

Qi Zhaoyang could evade, but the many demon generals around him could not.

Facing a technique of a Heaven Realm stone-sealing deity, this group of great demons whose cultivation was merely Bai Yu Jing were in a state far worse than the several Dao Disciples before An Tingfeng earlier; indeed, before their spirits could even split in terror, their demon souls had already been completely annihilated by the tiger roar.

"The Western Hall Master still knows how to care for people."

Ke Shisan stood with arms crossed, his mood growing increasingly excited.

The personal attendants who could accompany these dragon princes on their tour all had some dragon clan bloodline on them to some extent; indeed, many among them were "dragon sons and grandsons," but their bloodlines were not pure enough, so they could only serve as demon generals.

Look at An Yi, then look at Yu Lan; Qi Zhaoping was such a good uncle, yet his head was crushed, blood spraying everywhere—what a waste.

"..."

Long Yuetian watched silently, after all, the Master could not provoke North Hong at present.

Even in North Hong, the fall of a Heaven Realm expert was a matter of immense importance, requiring forces from all sides to contend, and could even cause shifts in the entire Hong Ze situation.

But at this moment, it was so decisive and clean.

It was just a pity he could not participate personally, only satisfy his eyes.

"Kill!"

Qi Zhaoyang's eyes were clearly red from the tiger roar; looking at the claw attacking him, on the crimson fine claw scales, a large blood talisman had appeared at some unknown time.

If he handled it improperly, perhaps another blood talisman would appear.

Thinking of this, he fiercely slapped a claw forward!

A Heaven Realm great demon, plus the Long Gong bloodline; the strength of his demonic body already far exceeded the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

The dragon claw and the bird claw crashed heavily together; the rampant demonic energy instantly swept across the entire West Hong!

This was the residual power of Heaven Realm experts clashing!

Compared to Qi Zhaoping, whose head was easily gripped, Qi Zhaoyang as the elder brother was clearly superior by more than a grade, even forcibly pressing back that terrifying bird claw.

Surging heart-flames engulfed the dragon body, yet the jade horn atop his head emitted a glowing radiance, protecting his entire scaled armor.

"Die for this King!"

The jade-horned silver dragon fiercely gripped the bird claw; its massive form pressed Yu Lan hard downward. With a phoenix cry, the giant phoenix demon with emerald-jade feathers and gold-jade claws revealed its original form; as its wings spread horizontally, they measured not just several hundred zhang.

Two ferocious demonic beasts grappled in the sky.

The shadow beneath their forms enveloped the entire Nanyang Baodi of Ten Thousand Phenomena, flickering between light and dark, as if heaven and earth were enraged, bearing signs of world-annihilation.

"Let's go."

Wu Huan turned, suddenly placing an arm around Liu Shiqian's shoulder, walking calmly and composedly toward the interior of the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Phenomena: "After returning to Yu Nanhong, pretend you saw nothing and heard nothing; rest assured, what belongs to you, no one can take away."

These words seemed to remind Liu Shiqian, but in fact were a warning to Chi Yang beside him.

Upon hearing this, the two elders from Qingyue Sect stood motionless, burying the matter deep within their hearts.

Clearly, this Heaven Realm Jade-Horned Silver Dragon was already doomed.

Don't be fooled by his current advantage—don't forget… the petite figure hasn't moved yet.

Moreover, high in the sky, two figures clad in identical robes, likely of comparable realm and strength, still silently guarded the path to survival.

If the Hall Masters are all of equal standing, and adding this one beside us, that makes five Heaven Realm experts in total.

Merely imagining this terrifying number sent Elder Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang into a heart-pounding dread.

In truth, our relationship with Wan Yao Dian is not close at all—this situation exists solely thanks to Shen Zongzhu's connection.

But who knows what agreement Shen Zongzhu reached with these great demons, or how long this bond will last.

If they truly angered these Hall Masters, Elder Liu Shiqian was certain the disaster this would bring upon the Seven Sons of Yu Nanhong would be worse than angering the Western Long Gong!

Caution and restraint are always wise.

The moment the three stepped into the formation, a piercing dragon roar echoed behind them.

"Aaaah—"

High above the azure sky, the petite figure leapt upward and, with the most direct and brutal method, drove her knee into the Jade-Horned Silver Dragon's chin.

The vast disparity in size made it seem like an ant extending its arm, attempting to lift an elephant.

Boom!!

Yet beneath that clean, decisive knee strike, the entire dragon shot upward violently, then flipped backward!

Qingfeng seized the chance to rip open the dragon's upper abdomen with a claw, pouring all her blazing heart-flame inside.

Qi Zhaoyang shrieked and writhed, his tail lashing like a whip, striking wildly at Qingfeng—each lash could shatter a peak.

An Yi calmly gripped a handful of the dragon's whiskers.

Then she stepped forward again, hurling the nearly thousand-zhang-long dragon like a torn sack, before stomping down hard upon its head and driving her forearm forward with brutal force, striking left and right, smashing through like a breaking bamboo, shattering both jade horns.

Amid Qi Zhaoyang's dragon roar.

She summoned her demonic power and launched the two horns—one piercing the dragon's vital spot, then embracing the other like a colossal cleaver, slicing down along the dragon's spine!

It tore straight through Qi Zhaoyang's flesh and skin, peeling open like blooming meat petals, revealing the stark white dragon bones.

"I take back what I just said."

Ke Shisan, his face twisted in anguish, released his arms—and immediately saw An Yi land hard upon the dragon's bones, then raise her fist.

She slid downward, her fists falling like a sudden downpour!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of her punches roared like thunder, with not a single wasted motion.

Each punch shattered a segment of bone with brutal precision.

By the time she reached the dragon's tail, the entire Jade-Horned Silver Dragon was lifeless, limp, and plummeting toward the waters!

(End of Chapter)