Chapter 275: with translation of chapter title

275. Chapter 275: Yinglong's Might

Dong Wanggong no longer addressed him as a fellow Daoist; Yinglong's actions fundamentally did not care about him or the face of the entire celestial court.

In front of all the gods, forcibly killing a member of the celestial court—if this cannot be resolved, as long as Yinglong lives, the celestial court will never be able to hold its head up before the Heavenly Court.

Dong Wanggong, furious, golden-yellow spiritual light opened like a great road between heaven and earth; wherever it passed, all things were burned to ashes.

Facing such an attack, Yinglong merely gave it a contemptuous glance, the Yinglong Xuantian Sword in his hand turning, sword qi sweeping.

In everyone's sight, the golden-yellow great road split in two, breaking open from the middle, even retaining residual might, pointing directly at Dong Wanggong himself.

"Bold!"

Aside from Dong Wanggong within the celestial court, another Quasi-Saint, Bai Yunjun, shouted angrily.

He released a stream of cloud qi from his hand, which turned into a long rope, entwining the sword qi, then spreading; in an instant, the sword qi dissipated into nothingness.

Yinglong paid no heed to it at all, merely swinging the Xuantian Sword in his hand again; sword qi like a piercing rainbow split the Silver Mirror Immortal in two, while he spoke:

"The second."

"Insolent wretch!"

A strand like black ink water fell, suspending in midair like jade droplets, then vanished, only to reappear surrounding Yinglong's body, tightly encircling him.

Faced with these jade droplets encircling his surroundings, Yinglong instantly recalled who this person was.

His name was Mo Xuanzi; in recent years, he had made a great reputation in Xifang Dalu, being the third Quasi-Saint of the celestial court, his strength surpassing even Bai Yunjun's.

Mo Xuanzi's most famous deed was initially joining forces with Jieyin and Zhunti to battle five of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, easily retreating under their siege.

Although the exact circumstances are unknown, to have earned such fame, he is surely not an easy opponent.

Yinglong gathered his spirit, continuously wielding the Xuantian Sword in his hand, shattering each incoming black jade droplet, not daring to let them approach.

Dong Wanggong and Bai Yunjun struck out together; of the three who originally participated, two are now gone, and if they cannot protect the remaining one, the celestial court will truly have no face left.

Although there are not many left now.

The dragon-head staff came down heavily; although the two sides were separated by ten thousand li, the attack arrived in an instant.

Coordinated with the all-encompassing cloud shadows, even if he waved the Xuantian Sword in his hand like wind, Yinglong struggled to fend it off for a moment, suffering many sneak attacks from the jade droplets.

Seeing Yinglong temporarily at a disadvantage, the dragon clan's navy immediately stirred up wind and waves, raising a huge tsunami tens of thousands of zhang high that slammed toward Penglai Immortal Island.

Seeing this, Dong Wanggong could only free up a hand, temporarily releasing Yinglong.

The light of the Pure Yang Great Dao flashed, golden-yellow spiritual light poured into the tsunami, and instantly the entire East Sea seemed to tremble.

The tsunami was scorched by the Pure Yang spiritual light; as it collapsed, countless high-temperature vapors rose, shrouding the entire Penglai Immortal Island above.

Some living beings had not even reacted before being scalded by the steam infused with Pure Yang qi, their skin splitting and flesh bursting; if the tsunami were not so huge, perhaps this steam alone could cause considerable casualties.

Yinglong also took advantage of this opportunity to break free from Penglai Immortal Island, soaring up to the same height as Dong Wanggong and the others.

"Open the formation's defense!"

Bai Yunjun shouted loudly, the battle between Quasi-Saints and the Grand Unity Dao was too fierce; a slight delay could even cause their earlier painstaking accumulation to come to nothing.

And only through this incident did Dong Wanggong, Bai Yunjun, and the others realize the celestial court's shortcomings: too few battles experienced, broad connections but few opportunities for tempering.

Moreover, those who had experienced many battles were all restricted to Xifang Dalu, assisting Jieyin and Zhunti, unable to move at all.

This caused the Penglai Immortal Island's main base defense to be empty; even when strong enemies attacked, there was hardly any autonomous response.

Fortunately they were somewhat obedient; as soon as Bai Yunjun's words fell, the formation's spiritual light rose up in strands over Penglai.

And Yinglong rose into the sky, free from terrain restrictions; next, they likely still have a hard battle to fight.

Yinglong's title of War God is renowned throughout the wilderness; after enduring time's test, even if they three besiege him, they dare not underestimate him.

"Yinglong, why has it come to this between us? Even if the Heavenly Court commands it, is it really worth putting the entire dragon clan on the line?"

Dong Wanggong's face grew solemn; he knew he had been schemed against, and behind it must lie the shadow of the Heavenly Court.

He simply could not understand: for the sake of the two factions' struggle, dragging the entire dragon clan into conflict—does the dragon clan not worry about violating the original Heavenly Dao oath?

Yinglong merely gave a cold snort in response:

"What does this have to do with the Heavenly Court? You are simply bullying too much; for a mere spiritual treasure, you actually dealt a lethal blow to my dragon clan's elder."

"Spiritual treasures are born of heaven and earth; it is right that those with affinity dwell in them—but what fault does our clan's elder have, to end up being flayed and have tendons pulled?"

"You should know its birthplace is the East Sea, not within Penglai Immortal Island."

"Although my dragon clan no longer interferes in wilderness affairs, you cannot bully us either."

"If this goes unpunished, where then will my dragon clan's prestige be?"

Upon hearing Yinglong's words, Dong Wanggong's heart knew this could not be resolved well; he never expected those few to be so bold—contending for a spiritual treasure was bad enough, yet they also dealt such a vicious hand.

Moreover, afterward they even concealed it, presenting the spiritual treasure and then dragging the celestial court down.

At this moment, Dong Wanggong even hated the three troublemakers more than Yinglong did, wishing to slay them outright.

Unfortunately, now under everyone's watch, he cannot but protect them, and cannot even punish them, since the other side has already offered up the treasure.

"Hand over that remaining person, and the dragon clan will withdraw; otherwise, today we will surely have to decide a victor between us."

Yinglong's voice grew ever colder, as if he truly intended to sound the recall and withdraw troops.

Dong Wanggong was greatly tempted, yet could only cease and refuse; after all, the other party had joined the celestial court, and if he let go, the celestial court could never hope to have loyal subjects in the future.

Once this comes to light, the celestial court's reputation and prestige will be hard to establish, and outsiders inclined to join will also develop doubts.

After all, who could feel at ease with a power that cannot protect its subordinates?

All worry that upon encountering a strong foe, the celestial court will regard them as expendable, to be used for dispelling calamities, and the celestial court will thus acquire an image of weakening and being bullied in the wilderness.

All these consequences are unbearable for Dong Wanggong and the celestial court; he can only strive.

Faced with Yinglong's pressing aggression, Dong Wanggong merely spoke with a solemn expression:

"Fellow Daoist, please."

"Then let me try your exalted techniques, to see if I can truly protect this person."

As Yinglong's words fell, the Xuantian Sword burst forth with a lustrous light, and between heaven and earth there seemed to echo the sound of a sword's cry.

Behind Dong Wanggong rose an invisible sun, matching the misty aura surrounding Bai Yunjun, while Mo Xuanzi's jade droplets were scattered across the sky.

Heaven and earth suddenly changed color; a picture of sunrise, clouds shielding scattered rain appeared before everyone's eyes—seemingly pure and bright, yet filled with the resonance of the Great Dao.

As the Profound Heaven Sword was swung, its sword qi, like a sun-piercing rainbow, struck the illusion; heaven and earth split open with a roar, and the sky was left in disarray.

Clouds and rosy light shattered, the sunset's afterglow faded into utter darkness; the fine sword qi, like rising clear qi, dissipated into nothingness in the sky.

Dong Wanggong, Bai Yunjun, and Mo Xuanzi were each flung back a thousand li, while Yinglong crashed heavily into the sea.

Faced with their combined force, Yinglong ultimately ended up at a disadvantage.

But the next moment, Yinglong's figure flew out of the sea again, his aura showing no sign of weakening.

In contrast, the three—Dong Wanggong, Bai Yunjun, and Mo Xuanzi—had a hint of disorder in their aura; their differing ways of handling the rebounding force of the residual power made the gap in combat experience between the four immediately apparent.

A bright pearl flew from Yinglong's mouth and was inlaid onto the Profound Heaven Sword; in an instant, Yinglong's aura surged upward.

From the sword, a pervasive sharpness struck the face; merely watching from afar caused Dong Wanggong, Bai Yunjun, and Mo Xuanzi's eyes to sting.

Even before touching the blade's edge, they felt as if their flesh had already been sliced, making Dong Wanggong, Bai Yunjun, and Mo Xuanzi increasingly wary.

"Be careful—this is the Dragon Clan's exclusive Dragon Pearl Method, which can greatly enhance one's strength; it's essentially equivalent to gaining a secret treasure bonded to one's life."

"During the great calamity of the three clans, it caused the other two clans no small amount of suffering—so do not be careless."

Dong Wanggong quickly warned the two beside him, worried they'd suffer a hidden loss if they didn't understand this method.

Bai Yunjun and Mo Xuanzi both nodded, indicating they knew; they had heard of the Dragon Pearl Method before, but today was the first time they'd seen it.

But before they could adjust their counter-strategy, Yinglong had already struck.

No longer fighting with sword qi from afar, he instead drew his sword and closed in, charging straight at Mo Xuanzi.

Dong Wanggong immediately raised his Dragon Head Staff to block, but Yinglong's Profound Heaven Sword lightly flicked it aside, shattering his protective aura and sending his magical treasures flying.

Before Bai Yunjun's cloud rope could even wrap around, Yinglong tapped it with his toe, dragging Bai Yunjun down into the sea along with the rope.

Mo Xuanzi quickly summoned his jade droplets to block, but the Dragon Pearl set in the Profound Heaven Sword suddenly came loose and struck him squarely on the head.

Mo Xuanzi was knocked backward, seeing stars; before he could react, Yinglong's Profound Heaven Sword flew from his hand and pointed straight at his upper dantian.

Fortunately, Dong Wanggong reacted in time, summoning his Dragon Head Staff again and smashing it sideways, deflecting Yinglong's Profound Heaven Sword so it grazed the edge of Mo Xuanzi's skull.

But after this, the three were drenched in cold sweat, daring not to lose focus for even a moment.

"It's not too late to agree—just hand over that person, and I'll cause no trouble; I'll immediately take the Dragon Clan's navy and return, how about that?"

Yinglong spoke indifferently, his words lacking much emotion, yet the contempt in them made Dong Wanggong's face flush red.

"Yinglong, do you really think the Celestial Court would fear you? If you truly want a fight to the death, I'll accompany you!"

Dong Wanggong's eyes turned blood-red; such utter humiliation—how could he possibly endure it? Yinglong merely gave a cold snort, raised a finger slightly, and curled the corner of his mouth in an undisguised sneer.

PS: Nothing today—recent stats have dropped too much; the more I update, the worse it gets! I feel awful! (End of chapter)