Chapter 231: Crimson Flame Dragon Elephant (Combined)

Crack!

As if Lei Ting had slashed through the night sky, the dragon's roar was fierce.

Beneath the West Bear Mountain in the wind and snow, all was deathly silent; everyone below the hill, on the mountain path, and outside the dense forest looked up at the sky.

Amidst the surging, interwoven thunder and fire, a thunder dragon ascended to the heavens, complete with whiskers and horns, its vertical pupils filled with indifference and savagery.

Like a divine beast from legend descending, the moment it appeared, the swarm of dragon-horses below the West Bear Mountain, terrified, fell into the snow.

From a distance of several li, Jing Jing Shuhu and the others all felt a wave of heat; the overwhelming, unimaginable blood qi seemed to have evaporated the wind and snow.

"Internal qi manifesting as a form, to reach such a degree?!"

Outside the dense forest, Shen Tu Hong's pupils suddenly contracted; the people of the Wutang behind him erupted into a clamor.

An Yuan Wu's knuckles cracked 'crack-crack'; was this the peak of the Meridian-Opening realm?!

"This is the Ghost-Faced Asura."

In the crowd, Linghu Linghu Baiwan's heart trembled, the deeds of this fierce man once again surfacing in his mind.

Fierce, too fierce!

If not for seeing it with his own eyes, who could believe that this fierce god, whose internal qi covered him like a raging thunder dragon, was only in the Yi Xing Jing Fa Jie realm just a few years ago, just like himself?

"Old Han is actually this fierce?!"

From far away, separated by wind and snow, seeing this scene, Li Yuan still couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

In the night, the thunder and fire were dazzling; a thunder dragon over thirty meters long wound upward, standing amidst the wind and snow.

How magnificent was this scene?

Even though he had long known that Han Han Chuijun was far from an ordinary Meridian-Opening expert, seeing this scene, Li Yuan was still overwhelmed with a shock beyond words.

He had once seen Su Su Wanxiong's internal qi manifesting as a form, and had been shocked at the time, but compared to this thunder dragon, it was far, far inferior.

Seventy-plus years of sitting in the Yi Xing Jing Fa Jie realm, breaking through in one moment, truly shook the heavens and earth.

"Internal qi manifesting as a form, true qi manifesting as a form... if Old Han refines his marrow and exchanges his blood, could he not truly transform into a thunder-shaped dragon that gathers the strengths of a hundred beasts into one body?"

Li Yuan murmured in his heart, his mind somewhat unsettled.

Since the martial arts began with the Form-Shifting realm, they have gradually surpassed his former understanding; if refining the marrow has reached such a point, how should exchanging the blood be?

What about the Grandmaster?

What about those called Earthly Immortals, the Grandmasters of the Shenbangda Sect?

"Again!"

Internal qi gushed forth, transforming into a ten-zhang thunder dragon to empower his body; clad in the Crimson Flame Dragon-Horse Armor, Han Han Chuijun moved like a dragon, striking horizontally at Huang Fu Kun.

"Supreme Art!"

While the crowd several li away still felt shocked, Huang Fu Kun, who was in the direct path of the attack, felt every hair on his body stand on end.

Even with the divine armor empowering him, this far exceeded the scope of the peak of the Meridian-Opening realm!

"Screech!"

After a moment of shock, Huang Fu Kun also let out a piercing ape shriek, frantically driving the true qi within his body.

In an instant, the form of the raging ape swirling around him was plated with a layer of blood-red; his long staff smashed straight toward the dragon's head.

His left palm also rose; as his five fingers opened and closed, a Da Shou Yin of true qi, substantial as solid matter, reached for the thunder dragon's reverse scale, which was also the location of Han Han Chuijun's neck.

Spirit Ape Strikes Heaven Staff, Divine Palm Sutra.

Startled by Han Han Chuijun, Huang Fu Kun also exerted himself to fight for his life, his eyes blood-red, and on the raging ape outside his body, a pair of blood-red eyes opened in turn.

This is the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Method.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Several li away, Li Yuan saw only thunder, fire, and Jin Guang colliding in the distance; layers of air waves, substantial as matter, spread out, kicking up countless plants and accumulated snow.

From a distance, how could one see human figures?

One could only see a dragon and an ape, from earth to sky, from sky to earth, colliding wildly over a distance of several li, then spreading out.

Wherever they passed, snow turned to water, plants turned to ash; nothing could stand in their way!

Two great experts fighting a life-or-death battle; the scene was terrifying, the momentum awe-inspiring.

Whether it was the people of the Divine Weapon Valley, or the Xieshen Sect, or the Wutang, everyone experienced a brief moment of dazedness.

"Such momentum..."

Li Yuan felt dizzy and spellbound, his heart exclaiming in shock; even with the Commanding Talisman empowering him, he feared he could not block a single killing move from these two.

Just...

"Speed, not as good as me at full burst!"

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Li Yuan glanced at the dense forest not far away; as he brushed past, he vaguely sensed the gleam of weapons.

Are the people of the Wutang ambushing here?

His mind turned, but he had no time to ponder; he exerted force beneath his feet and sprinted wildly toward the distance.

With the life-or-death duel between the two great experts, the other experts of the Xieshen Sect also rose up in fury.

"Kill!"

Swords and blades trembled, emitting a 'zheng-zheng' sound.

Sha Sha Pingying, Niu Jun, and others also rose up in fury; after more than an hour of rest, they were all fully adjusted.

Centered on Jing Jing Shuhu and Lei Lei Jingchuan, they resisted the tide of Xieshen Sect experts surging forward.

"Ah!"

Qi Qi Xinghao drew his sword and rose, but after taking only two steps, he felt a chill in his heart; as he held his sword horizontally to protect himself, he felt a sudden drop in immense strength and fell out with a cry of agony.

"Han Han Chuijun!"

The ape's shriek grew sharper; Brother Huangfu Kun flew into a rage, his already withered form instantly becoming even more shriveled.

The violent ape woven from true qi outside his body opened a pair of blood-red eyes, bringing the total to sixty.

Then, sixty pairs of blood-red lights shot forth like arrows, piercing straight toward that ferocious thunder dragon.

"The Method of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva?"

Han Han Chuijun reacted with incredible speed; his body spun sharply, the thunder dragon whipped its tail, shattering that long staff, and lunged to kill.

Without any probing or changing moves, meeting force with force, speed with speed, the swiftness of his body's transformations made the people of Zhenwu Hall outside the dense forest tremble in spirit.

Shen Tu Hong, who had been watching from the sidelines, frowned tightly upon seeing this.

Han Han Chuijun, covered by the thunder dragon, was so overwhelmingly powerful that Brother Huangfu Kun, exerting his full strength, was forced to retreat repeatedly, yet could still protect the people of the Divine Weapon Valley.

The emitted qi energy entangled the open-passage experts like Qi Qi Xinghao one by one.

One person fighting a crowd of heroes.

"What supreme art is this?"

Shen Tu Hong suddenly spoke, looking at the crowd behind him; everyone shook their heads, indicating they had never seen such a thing.

"It has some traces of the Crimson Flame Dragon Divine Art, but it is thunder-shaped? Dragon-Tiger Hun Tian Hammer? No, that's not right, there is a dragon but no tiger..."

"Great Might Heavenly Dragon Form? Azure Dragon Tian Gang? Subduing Tiger and Dragon Palm?"

Someone guessed in a low voice.

"Could it be that he created it himself?"

Someone muttered, suddenly noticing the surroundings growing quieter and quieter.

"Created it himself..."

Shen Tu Hong murmured to himself, though he had suspected this long ago.

No one in this world can master all martial arts; even seeing them all is impossible, but among the dragon-form supreme arts known to him, none correspond to this.

This is far too terrifying and fearsome.

"A self-created supreme art!"

The crowd looked at each other, their hearts growing even more terrified.

There are dozens or even hundreds of Tian Xia Shen Gong and supreme arts, but those are accumulated over thousands of years; figures capable of creating a supreme art, looking across the world, are rare even once in a century.

This...

"Prepare to strike!"

Shen Tu Hong glanced at An San Yuan Wu; the latter bowed and nodded, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

Among all the experts of Zhenwu Hall present, no one wished for Shen Tu Hong to strike more than he, for the Divine Weapon Valley was to migrate to Dechang Prefecture.

Such a brilliant and talented enemy is better off dead sooner rather than later.

"Again!"

"Again!"

Amidst the wind and snow, with thunder and fire intermingled, Han Han Chuijun, covered by the thunder dragon, was invincibly fierce, becoming more and more unrestrained as he fought.

He suddenly thrust out a claw,

Using the body of the thunder dragon to execute the Dragon-Form Grappling Hand!

The subtlety of this move made Li Yuan, who was approaching quickly, pause in surprise.

This move was exquisite to the extreme, even leaving no trace of Wu Gong.

It seemed as if a true thunder dragon was executing Wu Gong.

"Like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace; this has already surpassed the Great Perfection level, hasn't it?"

Li Yuan was shocked in his heart, yet could not help but feel a sense of relief.

He touched the tiny mouse trembling inside his sleeve, which had already dashed straight toward the battlefield.

From afar, he had already seen the people of the Divine Weapon Valley forming a formation to resist, and in the center, protected, were Jing Jing Shuhu and Lei Lei Jingchuan, covered in blood.

"Old Lei!"

Li Yuan's eyelid twitched, and a vast killing intent immediately surged in his heart.

"The Body of a Hundred Forms, the Hundred-Beast Thunder Dragon... he has truly succeeded."

Before the bonfire, Jing Jing Shuhu and the other stood back-to-back, their qi energy surging forth, extending three zhang, weaving between Sha Sha Pingying, Niu Jun, and others, shaking back those who attacked.

Occasionally catching a glimpse of that magnificent thunder dragon, Jing Jing Shuhu's eyes grew somewhat dazed; many years ago, he and Han Han Chuijun had both obtained the Dragon Demon's Fragmented Scroll.

He had abandoned that nearly impossible path, but Han Han Chuijun had persisted relentlessly, and was even on the verge of success...

"Die!"

Suddenly, Sha Sha Pingying heard a low roar; from the surging crowd, a sharp blade light suddenly shot forth.

The blade light flickered, originally no more than one chi, then instantly expanded to three zhang, sweeping aside his long staff and piercing straight toward Jing Jing Shuhu and the other.

"Not good!"

Niu Jun's eyes bulged in rage; without a second thought, he turned to protect, yet only felt his neck grow heavy, as a massive force forcibly lifted him off the ground.

There is a master here too?!

Niu Jun's eyes nearly burst; he saw a One heavy blade brush past his shoulder, and with a single shake, shattered that three-zhang blade light.

"Weapon Strike?"

How could Niu Jun fail to recognize this killing move? Upon landing, he looked up and saw a tall, slender youth tearing off the rag on his face.

"Li, Li Junior Brother?!"

Sha Sha Pingying fended off the attacking blades and swords, and also saw Li Yuan, who stood holding a heavy hammer, sweeping horizontally in one move and smashing several masked men in half at the waist.

"How did you get here?!"

Lei Lei Jingchuan was startled first, scanned the surroundings, saw he had come alone, and immediately flew into a rage:

"Get lost!"

He stumbled; even Jing Jing Shuhu had nearly coughed up blood, and none had expected to see Li Yuan at this moment, filling their hearts with shock and anger.

But he also looked around, yet saw no sign of Lord Master Gongyang Yu.

"You should rest for a while first..."

Tearing off the rag, Li Yuan felt a weight lift from his heart.

After learning the news from the big man at Wutang, he only sent the message back to the garrison, and without waiting for a reply, he snatched a horse and galloped a hundred li.

Fortunately, he arrived in time...

But Li Yuan had no time for pleasantries with everyone; after revealing his identity, he swung the heavy hammer horizontally, producing a booming sound.

His feet were light, his form shifted, and in an instant, he had driven back the six or seven people rushing to kill from all sides.

Two coughed blood and retreated violently, while the others all had their brains burst.

Shocked and angered by Old Lei and Old Jing's injuries, he showed no mercy; with a backhand swing of the hammer, he smashed another person to pieces.

With Li Yuan's current Wu Gong, even without the support of the Military Talisman, ordinary Yi Xing cultivators were no match for him in a single exchange.

Even those two swordsmen who had mastered Yi Xing were beaten into serious injury; while this was partly due to their being caught off guard, it also showed the height of his Wu Gong.

Sha Sha Pingying, Niu Jun, and others were all wide-eyed and terrified; that was Yi Xing...

"He, he..."

Even amidst the battle, Sha Sha Pingying couldn't help but be stunned, almost thinking he had seen wrong.

It had only been a little over a year since they parted, yet this fellow's Wu Gong had reached such heights?

Shi Hong was merely so-so...

"A Tong Mai expert!"

Those two swordsmen cried out in terror, and from the crowd behind them, several more people rushed out:

"Form the Six Harmonies Sword Array!"

These people had been holding back, seemingly searching for an opportunity; now seeing things were not going well, they decisively attacked.

They all wielded the famous Thousand-Forged Autumn Water swords, were Liu Liu Jingshan in the methods of assassination and combined strikes, and together with those two coughing-blood sword experts, made six in total.

Sword light darted like thunder, interwoven like a net, alternating between real and feigned strikes, true and false, with high sword techniques and fierce sword momentum, instantly illuminating the night sky here.

"Retreat!"

Li Yuan stepped forward, swept his wide sleeve, shielding Niu Jun and others behind him, while the heavy hammer roared out.

Facing the interwoven swords, the rolling cold light surging like a tide of sword light.

He simply smashed down flatly, just like striking iron.

But Lei Lei Jingchuan and Jing Jing Shuhu, whose hearts were already shocked and angry, saw this, and their shock now overrode their worry.

This was the Great Perfection of the Soldier Dao Combat Hammer, with multiple hammer techniques, including the Ancient Elephant Six-Form Hammer, and even the Surging Dragon Hammer technique of Wan Chuan!

Moreover, he had already mastered Yi Xing!

Boom!

The heavy hammer fell, and the clanging of metal immediately rang out loudly, as if in a weapon forge, where many blacksmiths were striking iron with hammers simultaneously.

"So fierce?!"

Niu Jun's eyes widened; this hammer strike was utterly ordinary, just like the careless hammer blow he made while forging iron in his daily life.

But the ferocity of the force contained within made his heart tremble.

This hammer strike could probably smash even the Burning Fire Refined Iron Mine; just hearing the hammer sound made one feel as if an electric shock ran through the whole body.

"Ah!"

Six screams rang out simultaneously; under one hammer strike, those six swordsmen were struck as if by Lei Guang, their Hukou all cracked, and their long swords actually flew from their hands.

"Attack together!"

Those six changed color in terror, coughed blood and retreated violently, chased after the swords that had flown from their hands, used each other's strength in mid-air to return, and reformed the sword array.

Their change of technique was swift and decisive, their reaction extremely fast, showing they were all skilled hands.

But no matter how fast their reaction, in the eyes of Li Yuan, who was supported by Sword Heart Clarity, it was as slow as a turtle crawling.

For other Yi Xing martial artists, even with such talent, seeing it, at most they could only react in advance to avoid.

But Li Yuan saw, and his hammer was already following.

In the instant the six turned back, one hammer split into six, striking the chests of the six people squarely.

Bang!

The heavy hammer struck like a drum, and their chests collapsed.

This time, the six people collectively only let out three screams; they were thrown out like straw, and before they could hit the ground, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The commotion of this strike was extremely great; the many Xieshen Sect experts rushing to encircle and kill were all terrified and stopped.

Han Han Chuijun, who had forced Brother Huang Fu Kun back from a li away, seemed to sense something; he looked back once, first with surprise, then Yu Yu Xuanji laughed loudly:

"Good, good!"

The laughter was like thunder; Lei Guang around Han Han Chuijun suddenly condensed, then exploded.

His already extremely fast speed instantly increased by more than sixty percent, amidst Brother Huang Fu Kun's angry and unwilling gaze.

The heavy hammer had already fallen to his face!

Clang~

But just at this moment, the sound of a long sword being drawn from its sheath exploded, instantly illuminating the night here.

"Roar!"

The blade sang like a tiger's roar.

Shen Tu Hong burst forth suddenly, his powerful true qi transforming outside his body into the form of a fierce tiger with full fur, wings on its back, and claws like a golden eagle.

Equally ten zhang tall, equally ferocious and unmatched.

While Huang Fu Kun struggled to counterattack, he struck straight at Han Chui Jun's back, attacking where he must be saved.

"Seven Killings Tiger-Form Blade, Shen Tu Hong!"

Han Chui Jun's heart grew cold, yet he neither dodged nor evaded; his heavy hammer crashed down with a boom, and the thunder dragon behind him whipped its tail, transforming into a heavy hammer as well,

meeting Shen Tu Hong's killing move, the Seven Killings Tiger-Form Blade!

One person, forcibly resisting two Bone-Marrow Refining experts.

"So they really intended to ambush Old Han!"

Li Yuan, who had just killed six swordsmen with one strike and then rose up to counterattack the many experts of the Xieshen Sect, felt his heart tighten, almost throwing the little mouse from his sleeve.

But almost at the same time, he heard an eagle's cry.

"Squawk!"

Amidst the wind and snow, a golden eagle spread its wings; Qiu Qiu Zhengxiong drew his bow and nocked an arrow, facing off against another archer on a second golden eagle.

And a beam of light interwoven with five colors burst forth, shooting from above downward, the blade light like a silk ribbon, also striking at Shen Tu Hong's back,

likewise attacking where the enemy must be saved.

"Five-Color Void-Striking Blade!"

"Lord Master Gongyang Yu!"

Shen Tu Hong sighed, decisively withdrew his blade, spun around, blocked that fierce blade light, and landed heavily.

Several zhang of snowy ground were almost shattered by his single step, earth and stones churning and splashing.

"He has actually refined his marrow! This old fellow hid it so deeply?!"

Shen Tu Hong's heart trembled; he turned and fled, not even glancing at Huang Fu Kun, who was about to be crushed to death by the hammer.

He did not want to deal with both Han Chui Jun and the hidden, marrow-refined Lord Master Gongyang Yu at the same time!

Bang!

A shockwave flew outward; Huang Fu Kun screamed as he was flung sideways over thirty zhang, falling to the ground like a meteor.

In an instant, mud waves rolled; others a hundred zhang away felt numbness beneath their feet and could not help but change color.

"Hall Master!"

Qi Qi Xinghao, injured by Han Chui Jun's internal qi, changed color drastically, then Yu Yu Xuanji retreated violently, preparing to flee.

The other experts of the Xieshen Sect also changed color one after another; those of the Wutang who saw this scene from farther away also halted their charge.

"Neigh!"

At this moment, amidst the night sky, the long neighs of dragon-horses rang out as one, and the sound of hooves rolled closer.

Long Yin, Elder Ku Yue, Ba Wan Li, Qiu Chang Ying, Fang Bao Luo, and others had all arrived on fast horses, blades and swords at their sides, with rolling killing intent.

They cut off the Wutang's retreat.

"Shh!"

In the long sky, the sound of arrows piercing the air continued to rise.

Han Chui Jun scanned the arriving reinforcements, yet his hand did not slow in the slightest; he raised his heavy hammer, and upon its next fall, it was already over thirty zhang away.

A Bone-Marrow Refining martial artist has bones like fine steel; even he would find it hard to kill one with a single hammer strike.

But with this additional hammer strike, the overall situation could be decided.

"We've won!"

With a backhand hammer strike, he crushed an unknown shape-shifter until his chest collapsed; Li Yuan looked back at this scene and immediately felt his heart relax.

And those behind him, Jing Jing Shuhu, Lei Lei Jingchuan, and others, also breathed a sigh of relief; many looked toward the five-colored light, for no one had expected Lord Master Gongyang Yu to hide so deeply...

"Pfft!"

As Han Chui Jun's heavy hammer fell, he suddenly sensed something wrong, decisively withdrew the hammer, and retreated violently.

"Hm?!"

"This is..."

Almost simultaneously, Huang Fu Kun's scream rang out; a blazing firelight instantly rose from his body,

and shot straight up into the clouds.

Wooo~

Even from over a li away, Li Yuan felt the heatwave.

"Dragon, Dragon King..."

Huang Fu Kun fell to his knees screaming, his voice piercing and chilling to the bone.

Wooo!

The firelight illuminated, melting the wind and snow.

Amidst the dust and smoke, a tall figure entirely crimson stepped out slowly.

When the dust cleared, everyone saw that this person was nine feet tall, with what appeared to be flames burning on his body; he was entirely transparent, like agate.

Not a human body, but formed from true qi.

"Crimson Flame Dragon King!"

Upon seeing this figure, everyone present changed color; the Xieshen Sect and others immediately knelt prostrate on the ground, loudly welcoming him.

'That old man Huang Fu hid so deeply...'

Seeing this scene, Shen Tu Hong felt his heart relax; he had already retreated into the midst of the Wutang crowd and now stopped in his tracks.

And the experts of the Wutang were all horrified; Huo Baimian felt even colder in his heart.

The Crimson Flame Dragon King, one of the Four Dharma Kings protecting the Xieshen Sect, made his name a century ago, already a grandmaster-level giant who had fully comprehended Yin and Yang.

"Too ruthless..."

Li Yuan's heart turned cold; two Meridian-Refining experts joining forces, yet they were hiding the true Qi of the Crimson Flame Dragon King?!

Seeing the firelight shoot to the sky, he silently retreated behind Sha Sha Pingying and the others, pinched the little mouse in his sleeve, and threw the Spirit-Consolidating Incense and other spiritual incenses into the bonfire.

Fortunately, he also carried a Grandmaster with him...

On the mountain path, everyone slowly retreated; the people of the Divine Weapon Valley gathered before the bonfire, looking at the Crimson Flame Dharma King as if facing a great enemy.

Lord Master Gongyang Yu's brows were tightly furrowed, the long blade in his palm humming continuously; by the bonfire, as Li Yuan waited anxiously, he heard his voice transmission:

"I was careless... once we engage, flee quickly!"

Li Yuan gritted his teeth; the little mouse inside his sleeve was nearly crushed by him, and he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy in his heart.

That cheap master didn't leave, did he?

"Soldier Dao Dueling Hammer..."

Crimson like fire, beard and hair all red, the Crimson Flame Dharma King surveyed the wilderness, swept over the crowd, and landed on Han Han Chuijun, who was covered by a Thunder Dragon:

"Eh? There is actually a supreme art I have never seen... self-created? Or learned from others?"

"No wonder Brother Huangfu Kun, that waste, came to provoke again; it turns out the Dragon King has personally arrived."

Han Han Chuijun had already condensed his internal Qi and swallowed a handful of pills; weighing the Wind-Thunder Ruyi Pestle in his hand, his face as calm as water, he answered Longhu Longhu Dandan:

"The Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon is a trivial Zhi Gong that Han created; it is no wonder the Dragon King does not recognize it."

"Self-created supreme art!"

The Crimson Flame Dragon King was somewhat admiring, but his aura became extremely dangerous:

"How much foundation does the Divine Weapon Valley truly have? If you do not die, there may well be a day you comprehend Yin and Yang; pity..."

"Pity what?"

A voice neither high nor low rose at the right moment; Han Han Chuijun was slightly stunned, slowly turned his head, and saw Li Yuan grinning foolishly beside the bonfire.

And on his shoulder, pure white true Qi was interwoven, slowly outlining the figure of someone wearing a Daoist robe.

About a foot tall, no beard, no hair, red lips and white teeth...

"Good lad, no wonder you dared to go out..."

Han Han Chuijun's heart relaxed; though he had never seen him, he already recognized who that figure was.

Longhu Temple, the Great Dragon Gate Master, the Dragon-Taming Zen Master Long Xi Xiang, a prodigy said to have touched Yin and Yang when he changed his form.

In legends, had he not once damaged his soul and spirit, he would have been a giant capable of reaching the Di Shen Xian Jing.

"You have finally come out!"

By the bonfire, Li Yuan couldn't help wiping sweat; if he had been a moment later, the little mouse would have been crushed by him.

"Long Xi Xiang?"

Crimson light surged; the Crimson Flame Dharma King seemed somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat mocking:

"I heard your soul and spirit were damaged, making you forgetful by nature; you can't even recognize your own disciple, but do you remember your junior uncle?"

Junior uncle?!

His voice echoed far; the crowd's faces inevitably changed, only Shen Tu Hong and a few others remained expressionless, as if they already knew.

"Junior uncle?"

Li Yuan was somewhat surprised.

He had heard before that the Xieshen Sect included elders from various major sects, but he never expected that this notorious Crimson Flame Dragon King actually came from Longhu Temple!

"In two hundred years, you are the only Gate Master of our Great Dragon Gate to defect; how could I forget? How could I possibly forget?"

Long Xi Xiang's face was expressionless, but Li Yuan felt a chill, sensing waves of cold air drilling into his body, nearly making him shiver.

"A person of the faith should have six senses pure; how can you hold such a grudge?"

Seeing Long Xi Xiang, the Crimson Flame Dharma King seemed in a good mood, even smiling:

"Then do you remember who taught you the Great Might Heavenly Dragon Form and the Dragon-Tiger Hun Tian Hammer?"

Before Long Xi Xiang could answer, he slowly walked forward.

His steps were light and slow, and his voice showed no aggression, yet everyone facing him felt a suppressive pressure as if a mountain were moving horizontally toward them.

"Spiritual power..."

Li Yuan's eyelids twitched; he slightly closed his eyes, feeling only pitch black before him, as if rolling dark clouds were spreading, oppressive and dark.

On his shoulder, Long Xi Xiang remained silent and indifferent.

Across a hundred zhang, the Crimson Flame Dragon King stopped, smiling as he answered himself:

"It was I who taught you!"

"You should not have defected."

Long Xi Xiang gazed at him indifferently, this man who had once been his junior uncle.

"Defected?"

The Crimson Flame Dharma King shook his head: "I only wanted to live longer; I only wanted to learn the 'Dragon Elephant Vajra Sky'."

"You learned the Bai Shen Xie Fa, bowed to the Evil God as your master, and lived another twenty years, yet you made no progress; you will never reach the Di Shen Xian Jing in your lifetime!"

Long Xi Xiang did not even rise; he simply looked at him Longhu Longhu Dandan.

"Twenty years?"

The Crimson Flame Dharma King sneered: "Your forgetfulness is too great; it has already been over sixty years!"

"Over sixty years, and you still made no progress!"

Long Xi Xiang let his eyelids droop; he had forgotten again.

"Old man that I am, what does sixty years matter? What of two hundred? Even if your talent surpasses mine, what then?"

The Crimson Flame Dragon King's gaze turned cold.

"Having entered the Dao, I must attain it. Those who stand in my way—only death awaits!"

The wind and snow howled louder, the two Grand Masters gazed at each other from afar, speaking calmly, yet all around them grew increasingly tense.

Even the slow-witted Ba Wan Li sensed the killing intent in their words—solid as ice, colder than the storm.

"Our kinship has brought us together by fate—perfectly..."

The Crimson Flame King slowly extended his hand; flakes of snow landed in his palm, yet did not melt.

"Perfect—let this old man test your worth!"

"Huu!"

Li Yuan felt a light pressure on his shoulder—Long Xi Xiang rose with the wind, drifting gently toward the ground.

"This... the size difference is rather extreme."

Li Yuan's heart tightened.

The Crimson Flame Dragon King's qi-formed body stood nearly three meters tall; his so-called master hadn't even reached his own calves...

This disparity was obvious to all with eyes—except for Han Han Chuijun and a few others who remained calm, everyone else grew uneasy.

Thud~

But the next instant, the earth roared.

Aang!

Li Yuan felt the ground tremble beneath him, shaking like a tidal wave—as if a mountain range had crashed down. In that daze, he thought he heard a dragon's roar and an elephant's bellow!

Pure white qi scattered like dust, then gathered like starlight, forming behind Long Xi Xiang the spectral shadows of a dragon and an elephant.

Boom!

The shadows vanished in an instant, but a terrifying shockwave erupted, sweeping up swirling dust, vast sheets of snow, and countless trees and grasses.

"Go!"

As Li Yuan's heart reeled, he heard Gong Gong Yangyu's voice—he turned to see Old Han sprinting away, shouldering Old Lei and Old Jing's head.

Everyone else bolted without hesitation.

He was half a beat late, but with a single step, he was already chasing after them, glancing back to see the shockwave swallowing the storm like a hurricane.

Red and white clashed within the hurricane—massive elephants stomped, crimson dragons screamed.

A hundred zhang... several hundred zhang...

Like a myth made real!