Chapter 774

Second, the Immortal God Changsheng has repeatedly clashed with the Qinglong Society.

Last time, Seeing Di Shitian combined the strength of three people and clearly crushed him, yet he returned alive and well, even stronger than before.

Though Seeing Di Shitian and others could not fathom it, Wu Wudi seized this opportunity to publicly humiliate the Immortal God Changsheng.

It would count as a modest but worthy deed for his initial entry into the Qinglong Society!

The Immortal God Changsheng, battered by Wu Wudi's relentless assault, had no way to respond.

Hearing Wu Wudi's tone, it seemed nothing could be settled peacefully; he couldn't help but swear inwardly, saying,

"You wretch, if you persist in harassing me, I'll show no mercy!"

Upon his return this time, the Immortal God Changsheng's cultivation had not only improved, but more crucially, he had acquired a divine art.

This divine art was the very foundation of his confidence after rebirth.

Yet he vaguely sensed he could not use it lightly, so until now he had never used it once.

Now, beaten into confusion by Wu Wudi, he could only threaten with this divine art.

"Fine! Go ahead and use it!"

Wu Wudi had two great goals in life.

The first, naturally, was to break the ancestral blood curse and free the Wu family from their tragic fate of never living past forty.

The second goal, naturally, was to master all martial arts under heaven.

His Ten Strong Martial Ways, though named as only ten techniques,

were in truth the culmination of countless martial arts he had encountered over years of traveling north and south, all fused into one.

Only thus did the Ten Strong Martial Ways earn their supreme renown.

For example, Emperor Wenlong, who had only obtained the defensive techniques of the Ten Strong Martial Ways, still rose to become one of the strongest under heaven.

This alone reveals the terrifying power of the Ten Strong Martial Ways!

Now, seeing the Immortal God Changsheng still had a secret technique unleased, Wu Wudi was ecstatic.

He had dared to face down the Violent Eye in the past—how could he fear the Immortal God Changsheng's secret technique?

Let him use it! It would push Wu Wudi's Ten Strong Martial Ways even closer to perfection.

Thinking this, Wu Wudi's assault grew even fiercer.

He battered the Immortal God Changsheng into groaning in agony, nearly forcing him to unleash his ultimate divine art.

On the Golden Road, several figures appeared.

The leader was none other than Senior Xiaoyaozi, the Fourth Dragon Head.

Seeing Wu Wudi grow more exhilarated with each strike, he knew interference was unwise.

Yet Qinglong Peak's manifestation this time was not for the Immortal God Changsheng; he spoke out,

"Mr. Wu, could you cease your attack?"

Hearing Senior Xiaoyaozi's words, Wu Wudi could only glare bitterly at the Immortal God Changsheng,

"You bastard, if you're going to use your secret technique, just do it already! What's taking so long?

Next time we meet, I'll beat you into shit!"

He could sense the Immortal God Changsheng's secret technique was no trivial matter, and he deeply regretted not seeing it.

But since Senior Xiaoyaozi had spoken, Wu Wudi could only withdraw his Ten Strong Martial Ways, landing on the Golden Road beside Senior Xiaoyaozi.

Once Wu Wudi ended his attack, the Immortal God Changsheng was nearly drenched in sweat.

He clearly felt that without this divine art, he would have perished here again today.

But why say "again"?

He found it strange and was about to ponder it deeper.

Just then, Wu Wudi's crude words reached him, making his teeth itch with rage.

He was about to unleash the divine art regardless of consequences—when he saw Wu Wudi land back on the Golden Road.

Beside him stood Seeing Di Shitian, whom he had fought days ago, and two others.

Though he had never met these two before, he could clearly sense their strength was no less formidable.

He was alarmed by the Qinglong Society's displayed strength.

At least one superior to him (Wu Wudi), one equal to him (Seeing Di Shitian), and two others who could threaten him.

If he didn't use the divine art—or even if he did—could he truly reclaim his dignity?

He felt uneasy, so he pretended not to hear Wu Wudi's crude words, snorted coldly, and vanished, dusty and humiliated.

Seeing the Immortal God Changsheng flee so cowardly and humiliated,

the hundred thousand people here—even the Yuan soldiers—could not help but sigh.

After all, the Immortal God Changsheng's public identity was none other than the Yuan Empire's Chief National Guardian and Left State Tutor!

Yet this Left State Tutor had been toyed with so thoroughly by the Qinglong Society!

Senior Xiaoyaozi paid no heed to the commotion; he waved his hand.

The black dragon that had flaunted itself in midair moments before now cowered like a kitten at Senior Xiaoyaozi's feet.

Then, stepping onto the dragon's head, the black dragon flicked its tail, stirring up storms and clouds, and carried Senior Xiaoyaozi straight to the entrance of Yin Yue Cave Heaven.

"Th-this… who is that man? He can control a black dragon?"

"What the hell? Are you really stupid or just pretending?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're hopeless. Truly."

"Brother, what's the point?"

"That's Senior Xiaoyaozi, the Fourth Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society! One of the Nine Provinces' most legendary figures! If you don't know him, you're hopeless!"

"Huh? It's actually the Four Dragon Heads?"

"That is so!"

"Then why can he command the Black Dragon?"

"You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?"

As Senior Xiaoyaozi rode the Black Dragon, similar discussions among the hundred thousand plus people below never ceased.

Among the common folk, the dragon is a symbol of might and majesty, a symbol of status and rank.

The sovereigns of the great imperial dynasties all compared themselves to the true dragon Son of Heaven — one can see the dragon's status!

The appearance of the Black and Gold twin dragons startled even the monstrous beasts beneath the Evil Dragon's seat, one might say ten thousand horses fell silent at once.

Such a majestic Black Dragon, yet it carried Senior Xiaoyaozi forward, and at the proudest position atop its dragon head no less.

What does this mean?

Could Senior Xiaoyaozi's status actually be above that of a true dragon?

The crowd below kept discussing, growing ever more outlandish.

The people of the Yin Moon Dynasty by Evil Dragon's side also felt their scalps go numb.

The Black Dragon's strength — they could sense it — was nothing especially powerful.

It was merely the dragon race's innate majesty that could awe ten thousand beasts the moment it appeared.

But the strike Wu Wudi had just launched against the Undying God of Longevity was the true key to Evil Dragon and the others' fear!

The exchange between Wu Wudi and the Undying God of Longevity actually did not last many moves.

Yet in Evil Dragon's eyes, not a single one of those moves could he have withstood.

Such a top-tier powerhouse actually obeys Senior Xiaoyaozi — what does this imply?

Even Pudu Cihang, at this moment, wore a serious demeanor.

He too had been shaken by Wu Wudi, feeling that relying on his own strength, even if he struck with his true body, he might not necessarily be able to take Wu Wudi down.

Given this, how could he not be afraid.

"Where is the Demon Lord Qiye of your Yin Moon Dynasty?"

Senior Xiaoyaozi rode the Black Dragon, looking down from above, and like a deity questioned Evil Dragon and the others directly.

Throughout the Nine Provinces of the world, nearly everyone knew of the Yin Moon Dynasty.

The great powers of every side also knew the Yin Moon Dynasty was at Lanruo Temple.

Only no one knew that the Demon Lord of this Yin Moon Dynasty was actually named Qiye!

At this moment, having his identity called out by Senior Xiaoyaozi, Evil Dragon was first stunned, then immediately prepared to respond.