Chapter 1131

"But the two combined not only failed to forge a Demonic God body for me, they left an incurable wound on my chest."

Saying so, Yin Zhong lifted his clothes, exposing his chest.

One could see over ten crisscrossing scars on his chest, a shocking sight.

"I have already lived for a thousand years, and every time I circulate Wu Gong, these scars tear open, causing me unbearable pain.

I cannot die, yet living is also a torment…"

Speaking of a fate worse than death, even Yin Zhong could not help but show a trace of dread on his face.

The listeners were all deeply shaken.

Then Yin Zhong lowered his clothes and continued,

"Fortunately, from the ancient methods of the Tong clan, I found a way to raise a blood python, and by having it drain the essence and blood of others, feed it back to me.

This stabilized my wounds and let me cling to life until now."

Essence and blood are the root of a person's life; once drained, how could one survive?

Clearly, for Yin Zhong to have lived until now, who knows how many people's essence and blood that blood python has drained!

Yet those present were either men of high station, sovereigns who held the lives of countless millions in their hands,

or heaven-defying cultivators who had long passed the stage of pitying heaven and man.

So although Yin Zhong spoke of cruelty, not one person present was moved.

"It's just that although the blood python can keep me alive, it still cannot heal these wounds and let me achieve a true Demonic God body."

Yin Zhong let out a heavy sigh, then his expression turned cold,

"I never thought heaven would not leave me even this last shred of hope.

With the opening of the Great Strife Era, I knew that if I did not change, even the Heavenly Dao would no longer tolerate my lingering on like this.

So I left Water Moon Grotto-Heaven, wanting to come to the Nine Provinces lands to find a way to heal the wounds on my chest.

I did not expect that after I left, a violent upheaval occurred in Water Moon Grotto-Heaven.

In the chaos, the blood python I had raised for a thousand years, on which my survival depended, was cut into several pieces by someone."

Ah…

The crowd could not help but gasp softly.

In truth, everyone present was a person of extraordinary intelligence; when Yin Zhong mentioned the blood python, they already knew it was likely dead.

Still, for such a heaven-defying thing to be cut into several pieces was a great pity.

"When I returned and saw the situation, I went mad on the spot.

I wanted to kill those Mao Touxiaozi to vent the hatred in my heart.

It was just that at that moment, outsiders happened to arrive in Water Moon Grotto-Heaven.

These three people's abilities were truly not small.

Even under my attacks, where I disregarded my own safety and drove Wu Gong and spells with full force,

these three each displayed their ultimate skills, and by sheer chance nearly defeated me."

"What? Which three people?"

Hearing Ying Zheng was somewhat curious.

Since Yin Zhong joined Great Qin, he could be said to have met with nothing but success.

Even when the foreign Great Qin dealt with that Son of Fortune upon whom the Heavenly Dao had sent divine punishment,

although Yin Zhong could not match him head-on, he still managed to help Great Qin capture Canjian back.

Such extraordinary strength—within Great Qin today, truly no one could match it.

Now that Yin Zhong himself admitted to defeat, Hearing Ying Zheng was naturally curious.

Yet Hearing Ying Zheng and the others already had a vague guess in their hearts.

"Who else could it be…"

Even though the one asking was Hearing Ying Zheng, Yin Zhong answered with some irritation,

"It was none other than those three from the Qinglong Society—Senior Dugu Jian, Senior Dugu Qiubai, and Zhang Daoling…"

Just as expected…

The crowd had long guessed that whoever could make Yin Zhong suffer a loss could only be from the Feiqinglong Society.

They just had not expected it to be the rarely seen Unmatched Sword Saint Senior Dugu Jian, the Third Dragon Head Senior Dugu Qiubai, and the Sixth Dragon Head Zhang Daoling—the three of them!

"Haha! Why should the National Preceptor be angry? These three, viewed across the world, are all rare extreme-pathway powerhouses.

Two of them are even Dragon Heads of the Qinglong Society.

For the National Preceptor to withstand three people alone is already a remarkable feat.

If Li Si's guess is not far off, had there been no variable, the three might not necessarily have been a match for the National Preceptor."

While everyone was shocked by the identities of the three who had fought Yin Zhong,

it was Li Si who first sensed Yin Zhong's resentment and, seizing the moment, offered some flattery.

912 Are you, sir, joking?

"Haha! The Chancellor does see clearly."

Pretty sedan chairs are carried by everyone; although the past events had made Yin Zhong quite furious,

after all, in that battle Yin Zhong had lost somewhat unjustly.

Every time it was mentioned, the anger in Yin Zhong's heart was hard to dispel.

Now Li Si's words hit just the right note, pointing out the key to victory and defeat in that battle.

Yin Zhong felt his hatred ease considerably and felt more comfortable, so he immediately addressed Li Si as Chancellor, then said,

"Losing that battle was indeed too much of a coincidence.

The true inheritor of the Dragon Divine Art, Tong Bo, appeared and used his own essence blood to activate the Spirit Mirror.

Causing Water Moon Grotto-Heaven to reject me entirely.

In the end, I was defeated."

That battle, naturally, was not lost solely because of Tong Bo.

But Yin Zhong putting it this way was not far off.

"The National Preceptor's divine art is unrivaled under heaven; these… heh, naturally no one could be his match."

Li Si had originally intended to seize the moment to flatter further, saying those people were nothing but performing clowns.

The words reached his lips before he realized those people were no ordinary folk.

Among them was a guest elder of the Qinglong Society, on par with the nameless one who, sword alone, stormed the Dayuan Imperial Court and slew Pojun—the Sword Saint Senior Dugu Jian, also known as Lu Wushuang.

The other two were even more extraordinary.

The Third Dragon Head and the Sixth Dragon Head!

When even an altar master of the Qinglong Society appears, no faction anywhere dares show him disrespect.

Let alone a Dragon Head!

If his own reckless babbling here were to reach the Qinglong Society's ears,

the slight relationship just mended with them would likely shatter.

Fortunately, Li Si caught himself in time and at the last moment changed it to Yin Zhong being unmatched.

Although it was still somewhat abrupt, the words were at least spoken.

How could Yin Zhong and the others not know what Li Si had meant to say?

At this, Yin Zhong cast Li Si a meaningful glance, then said,

"Unmatched—I would not dare claim that.

Setting aside everything else, even if you let me cultivate for a thousand or ten thousand years, I fear I still would not match the Great Dragon Head…"

What?

Even if Yin Zhong cultivated for a thousand or ten thousand years, he still would not match the Great Dragon Head, Ximen Wudi?

National Preceptor, surely you jest?

Hearing Yin Zhong's words, the crowd nearly had that very question written across their faces.

"Sigh… it's a bit dispiriting to say, and you may find it hard to understand."

Yin Zhong could read the crowd's meaning perfectly well, and gave a brief explanation,

"In short, Your Majesty, gentlemen, just don't think of the Great Dragon Head as a person of this world."

In truth, Yin Zhong had never come face to face with the Great Dragon Head, but he had sensed the strength of that mysterious existence who had saved him.