Chapter 143: Your Lord Has Arrived, Milady

Sound fell!

Immortal split!

The formidable Primordial Yinglong's body itself possesses primordial law power.

How could a petty immortal withstand its attack?

Naturally, there was no time to block; it shattered instantly, souls and spirits scattered.

Meanwhile, her whisk had already been summoned by Shen Qingli with a wave, landing in her palm.

"Want to keep it?" Di Jin asked.

"Even Xiao Bai didn't crush it; it's quite hard."

"Roar?" Xiao Bai protested, it's supposed to be kept for its master, right?

It hasn't swallowed the master's many things? Where could it damage these treasures; they must remain intact, roar~

"All right, Xiao Bai, be good." Shen Qingli understood its explanation and had already stroked its turned head.

The mighty Primordial Yinglong then arrogantly raised its head, golden eyes coldly locking onto the male immortal Zhu Zhai holding the Xuanwu Divine Seal above.

Just a glance!

The Primordial Dragon's Might almost made Zhu Zhai's hand tremble.

But he does hold the Xuanwu Divine Seal! It can help him resist much of the Dragon's Might.

"Evil, evil dragon! You haven't seen, this is the Xuanwu Divine Seal! Quickly make way!" Zhu Zhai sternly scolded, outwardly fierce but inwardly timid.

At this moment, due to the Primordial Yinglong's enormous body, everyone's and immortals' gazes were fixed on the dragon's body, completely overlooking Shen Qingli and Di Jin on its back.

The Dragon's Might was vast; everyone felt like dust and ants, ready to be crushed and scattered at any moment.

Just then——

Shen Qingli's voice rang out, "Xuanwu Divine Seal?"

"Come." Di Jin reached out; the seal trembled, and the Xuanwu Divine Shadow swiftly dissipated.

Zhu Zhai exclaimed in shock, "Who are you!"

As his words fell, the Xuanwu Divine Seal in his hand flew out, landing in Di Jin's palm.

Zhu Zhai's face changed drastically, "You can actually activate the Xuanwu Divine Seal! Are you also a direct descendant of my Xuanwu Palace?"

Know that among the three of us, only he can activate the seal!

The person before me can also do it, yet I find him utterly unfamiliar, not like a direct descendant of our Xuanwu Palace at all!

Yet the opponent grasps the seal even better than I—how could this be?

"Exactly who are you!" Zhu Zhai demanded.

Di Jin, however, would not bother with him.

Shen Qingli mercilessly ordered, "Xiao Bai, kill him."

Xiao Bai's claw immediately tore out, ripping a rift in space!

Zhu Zhai was terrified, his soul fleeing, he immediately scrambled away while shouting, "I am a direct disciple of the Xuanwu Palace! You cannot kill—"

Before he could finish, he died.

Just like his companions, he shattered into fragments, soul and spirit scattered.

"A Li~"

The sweet, milky voice of Jiu Li called out.

"There's still one."

It dragged the fleeing Zhao Qinghe, treading through the void as if on flat ground.

"He still wants to run—what is he thinking?"

Jiu Li grabbed his hair, turning the formerly dignified immortal envoy into a disheveled, ragged mess.

Earlier, everyone had been busy watching the mighty Primordial Yinglong, missing how Zhao Qinghe was captured by Jiu Li and tormented into this miserable state—how pitiful.

This time Shen Qingli did not order an immediate kill, but asked Shen Jing, who had been "caught" onto the dragon's back, "Ancestor, do you know him?"

Shen Jing, who had just eased back from the brink of Nirvana fire, was still dazed!

At the moment the dragon's claw seized him, he thought he would die, utterly powerless to retaliate.

The result—this dragon, this dragon…

How does he still feel a hint of familiarity?

"Bai Ling?" Shen Jing's memory is good; he finally recalled.

Isn't this the little white snake he once brought along with Shen Kuo?

"It's me." Xiao Bai spoke human words, finally able to talk, after all, it has grown up.

Shen Jing felt quite bewildered; although Bai Ling has a trace of dragon bloodline, after countless generations of reproduction, it should be very dilute, right?

How, how could it still atavistically become a Primordial Yinglong!

This is him going mad, seeing illusions, right?

"Xiao Bai has its own name, right? Bai Ling, also quite pleasant to hear."

Shen Qingli suddenly felt the name she gave Xiao Bai was rather careless.

"Master." Xiao Bai felt any name would do, as long as it could follow its master.

Of course, there is also someone even more dazed than Shen Jing—namely Shen Kuo!

As a father, he knows Bai Ling had already run off with his daughter; he naturally wouldn't want it back.

But such a tiny white snake—it's been less than two years, how did it turn into a Primordial Yinglong?

"I didn't mishear, did I? I seem to have heard the voice of my virtuous niece A Li?" Old Dog Huang wondered.

"Correct, it is A Li's voice." Shen Duo affirmed! His eyes full of strange light, A Li in the ancestral land, a great harvest?

"Little White, get down." Shen Qingli was used to calling him, still directly calling him Little White.

The Ancient Ying Dragon immediately came to naught, its overbearing dragon might surged and poured down.

Even though it could already retract, humans were still alright, barely able to steady themselves, but the beasts had already all knelt!

"O Mighty Dragon God!"

How dare they not kneel?

They all knelt!

They even lay prostrate.

Their whole bodies were frightened limp, unable to straighten up.

However, when approaching the Shen Clan's main hall, Little White turned into light and dissipated, entering the space.

The dragon's might faded, and only then did people recover, feeling their thoughts gradually start to turn.

Shen Jing still had slightly weak legs, and Zhao Qinghe, who was being dragged by the Nine Tribes, just wanted to die! In fact, he was already pretending to be dead, not daring to move! Nor daring to make a sound……

"Lady Su Nv!"

Do you know that the one you want to capture has an Ancient Ying Dragon?

How to catch it?

Even if the Lady and the Great Emperor came together, they might not be able to catch it!

Ancient Ying Dragon! Isn't this thing long extinct?

Zhao Qinghe wanted to cry……

Had he known it was such a deadly task, he would never have come down.

"Zhao Qinghe, no need to pretend, you're trembling as if we were blind?"

Shen Jing couldn't bear to look, this was still the mighty warrior who once rivaled him in fame—pah!

"A Li, my virtuous niece, it really is you!" Old Dog Huang felt that his earlier act of decisively becoming the Shen Clan's lackey for three longevity pills was completely without fault!

Although he got scolded for going back, now the old fogies will surely praise him!

How wise!

A Li, my virtuous niece, has an Ancient Ying Dragon!

And this little Nine Tribes, the Nine Tribes can catch immortals barehanded! That immortal wouldn't dare run, surely also very formidable!

The Jiangxia Huang Clan will surely follow the Changshui Shen Clan to enjoy prosperity! No matter what, the Shen Clan has meat to eat, the Huang Clan can also sip meat soup—how delightful!

"It's me, Senior Huang." Shen Qingli did not neglect her elders just because her cultivation had risen, and as always paid her respects.

Old Dog Huang, however, dared not accept, "Not allowed! Not allowed!"

"O Master of the Ancient Ying Dragon! How dare he act senior?"

"It's allowed." Shen Qingli then looked at Shen Yuan and the others, "Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Father."

The other Shen clan uncles weren't here; such a large family, recently busy with affairs, surely they're occupied everywhere.

But no matter where they were, they all jointly witnessed Shen Qingli's dragon descent upon the Shen Clan's main hall, feeling hot tears well up.

At the same time——

"Quick, look!"