Chapter 404

"How dare you…"

Although Zhang Daoling was examining the Blood Python's corpse, he would not be struck by a mere young man like this.

It was only because this young man mentioned "Tianxue" that he realized it was a misunderstanding.

But his strike was no light matter either—a casual wave of his hand.

Five Lei Tianxin Art!

Between his palms, threads of lightning surged.

The next instant, they merged into a thunder-whip and lashed toward the young man.

"Oh? A spell?"

That young man was utterly unafraid; suddenly his hands rapidly formed hand-seals before his chest.

An invisible surge of Heaven and Earth Primeval Force gathered swiftly toward his palms.

The next instant, a strange, seal-inscribed Qi wall actually blocked Zhang Daoling's thunder-whip.

"What technique is this?"

Senior Dugu and the other clearly sensed that this young man was at most at the Grandmaster level of strength.

Yet to stir Heaven and Earth Primeval Force required at least the Land Immortal level.

How had he done it?

242-Late Mythical Realm!

"Not bad, lad!"

Zhang Daoling looked on, somewhat curious as well.

With a shift of his cultivation, even more lightning was drawn forth from him.

With another casual flick, the lightning struck out once more.

This time, he employed Heaven and Earth Primeval Force.

The lightning that had been in his hand had looked like a little serpent.

But once it hooked into Heaven and Earth Primeval Force, the lightning swelled several times over out of thin air.

Even all around the young man, in the blink of an eye, it was filled with Lei Ting.

For a moment, the young man seemed to stand within a purgatory of thunder.

"Senior, show mercy…"

Yin Tianxue, unable to spare thought for grief, hurriedly pleaded,

"Tong Zhan, stop at once."

This person was none other than Tong Zhan of the Tong Clan.

Tong Zhan, seeing the purgatory of thunder before him, was terrified within, and was just about to form hand-seals again to cast a spell.

But the power of thunder is the most overbearing of all.

The Five Lei Tianxin Art Zhang Daoling practiced, having received Ximen Wudi's guidance, had already touched upon a trace of the threshold of the orthodox Thunder Law.

If he did not strike, all was well; but once he struck, the thunder could disperse all Heaven and Earth Primeval Force in the vicinity.

Thus, although Tong Zhan rapidly formed hand-seals, he could not borrow even a trace of Heaven and Earth Primeval Force, and naturally could not cast any spell.

"How can this be?"

Utterly terrified within, he was just about to open his mouth to beg for mercy.

He saw a hand suddenly reach out from the void behind him and give him a light tug.

Tong Zhan, unable to control himself, was actually pulled toward that void.

"Fine trick—don't run!"

Dugu Jian, seeing such a strange spell, shuddered all over.

Inspiration struck him, and Sword Twenty-Three was unleashed at once.

In an instant, the time and space of this small heaven and earth were frozen outright.

Dugu Jian, unhurried, instead strolled over to Tong Zhan's side.

Looking toward the direction of that hand, he saw a peculiar mirror-image within the void.

On the other side of the mirror-image was another young man in white, looking at himself with a face full of surprise.

"Fine trick—who are you?"

Dugu Jian could clearly sense that the young man within the void seemed unaffected by the suppression of Sword Twenty-Three.

"I am Tong Bo, of the Tong Clan. Who might you be, Senior, and why do you insist on making things difficult for the Tong Clan?"

Sure enough, Tong Bo was actually able to speak.

"Strange, truly strange. Your cultivation is merely at the Absolute level—how can you employ such a technique?"

Dugu Jian answered the question with one of his own.

"Tong Bo? The Tong Clan?"

Although Sword Twenty-Three was overbearing, Dugu Jian had not deployed it in full this time, only intending to suppress.

Moreover, in terms of the realm of the Sword Dao, Dugu Qiubai was in fact a notch stronger than Dugu Jian, so he could still move.

He flashed to the vicinity and said,

"I am the Third Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society; that is the Sixth Dragon Head; this is the Sword Saint, and he too is a man of our Qinglong Society."

"This is Water Moon Grotto-Heaven; we have come on behalf of the Qinglong Society to subdue this grotto-heaven."

"Since you are of the Tong Clan, would you be willing to submit to our Qinglong Society?"

Tong Bo's head spun—these three powerhouses.

One wielded the power of thunder, one could freeze time and space.

The remaining one was clearly no easy opponent either.

Even at its peak, the Tong clan might not have been a match for the three of them.

Let alone now that the old clan leader had just passed away, and the elders had run into trouble of their own.

The entire Tong clan, apart from the three Tong brothers, only had the hidden cultivators left with any fighting power.

But from Dugu Qiubai's tone, behind these three stood a Qinglong Society.

Above the Third Dragon Head, there were clearly two more Dragon Heads.

Their strength was also clearly far greater than theirs.

Such a formidable force, and it had caught the Tong clan at its weakest.

Apart from agreeing, did he have any other path?

"I'll only give you ten breaths. After ten breaths, if you don't agree, the Tong clan need not continue to exist."

Dugu Qiubai saw the hesitation in Tong Bo's eyes and said no more.

With a light wave of his hand, he formed a sword finger and pointed it at Tong Bo.

Crossing through space, the blades near Tong Bo trembled.

Then they all leapt into the air at once, as if guided by someone, pointing in unison at Tong Bo.

"The Tong clan is willing to submit to Qinglong Society…"

Tong Bo sighed; he had no path of retreat.

Saying so, he crossed through space and arrived at the side of the Sword Flight Manor.

"Disperse!"

Dugu Jian and Zhang Daoling lifted the Gu Jinzhi in unison.

"Big Brother, why did you agree…"

Although Tong Zhan had been unable to move just now, he had heard everything.

"Enough! Tong Bo greets the Third Dragon Head, the Sixth Dragon Head, and the Sword Saint."

Having agreed to submit, Tong Bo was quite forthright and immediately cupped his fist in salute.

"Very good!"

Dugu Qiubai smiled faintly,

"Alright, take us to find the core of this Water Moon Grotto-Heaven."

Apart from someone like Ximen Wudi, whose strength defied the heavens and could directly compress a grotto-heaven blessed land into a ball and then store it into the system space—

most people could only rely on the core of the grotto-heaven blessed land, and only after manipulating it could they control its size.

"This…"