The creature leading the attack was, naturally, an iron crocodile dragon. Anyone with even a sliver of backing inside Dripdrop Cave knew that these beasts were raised by the Yuan Clan.
The only issue was that no one could secure direct evidence of the Yuan Clan controlling them. Otherwise, the Yuan Clan would have been dragged down from their high horse long ago—or at the very least, have a massive chunk bitten out of them.
But no one could have anticipated that the iron crocodile dragons raised by the Yuan Clan numbered nine instead of three.
When it ca to abandoning one's humanity, a cultivator's moral baseline only plumted lower as their cultivation base rose. When choices and decisions regarding profit were made under the weight of massive sunk costs, the outcos could beco incredibly bizarre and extre.
As a cultivator's power grew, they beca far more unable to afford a loss, and their thods grew increasingly ruthless. For instance, raising nine iron crocodile dragons ant that if even one managed to beco a Great Demon, they would secure a powerful, hidden assistant in the shadows, allowing them to tear into the dogs of the Zhuo Family whenever they pleased.
As the iron crocodile dragons breached the water gate and gradually drew near the fishing port, which had already relocated deeper into the Great Crimson Stream, the patrol team of River Bend Fishing Port finally spotted them.
The patrolling martial artists beat their warning gongs with earth-shattering force, and the demon beast attack response system established by Wang Yulou instantly sprang into motion.
"Hmm?" Wang Xianzhou caught the distant sound of the gongs.
Wang Yulou, however, paid it little mind. Demon beast attacks at River Bend Fishing Port were a frequent occurrence; every once in a while, a new batch of beasts would inevitably appear. He had beco sowhat desensitized to the warning gongs.
"Ancestor, go take a look. This artifact is just a few steps from completion. It would be a crying sha to stop now," Wang Yulou urged. Under normal circumstances, he would have been the very first to respond, but right now, the artifact inside the refining furnace was halfway through the process. Leaving imdiately would be far too heavy a loss.
"Take your ti refining it. No rush."
Wang Xianzhou offered Yulou a smiling word of reassurance before heading out to deal with the invading beasts. As long as no Foundation Establishnt cultivators showed up, hunting these demon beasts was as easy as slaughtering chickens to him.
However, the mont Wang Xianzhou hovered in the air above the estate and caught sight of the swarm of beasts along the distant riverbank, his heart froze for a split second.
Nine iron crocodile dragons—three at the peak of the Small Demon Realm, four at the high stage of the Small Demon Realm, and two at the mid stage of the Small Demon Realm.
Right now, these iron crocodile dragons were engaging in a frenzied, all-you-can-eat buffet. They smashed through houses and rampaged through the streets. In the dead of night, the villagers couldn't run fast enough, leaving them to fall prey as food for the beasts.
Without a single shred of hesitation, Wang Xianzhou imdiately sent a divine sense voice transmission to Yulou, who was still locked in artifact refining. He couldn't shout out loud; he had to let Yulou escape first.
'Yulou, get out of here first!'
Standing before the refining furnace, Wang Yulou blanked for an instant. He imdiately cranked up the flas to abruptly conclude the process, deliberately causing the half-finished artifact to explode, then swept up the refining furnace and dashed out of the estate.
Staring at the terrifying horde of demon beasts in the distance, Yulou's expression turned incredibly grim.
Zhang Xuewu, eager to demonstrate his loyalty, had already rushed forward. But halfway there, he skidded to a halt. No matter how loyal he was, he couldn't bring himself to charge straight into a living hell.
'Take Little Qin and Little Fish, and escape on the Crimson Sparrow. Yulou, since the Yuan Clan has gone this far, they must give us an accounting no matter what.'
As the iron crocodile dragons wreaked havoc in the distance, Wang Xianzhou spoke to Wang Yulou, his voice crackling with uncontrollable rage.
Yet, Wang Yulou forced a few words out of his chest, equally consud by fury.
"I can't leave, Ancestor. The Yuan Clan is doing this precisely to force to run. Ancestor, I went through imnse hardship just to establish a firm foothold in Dripdrop Cave. If I flee now, everything I built goes up in smoke."
That dog Yuan Daoshen absolutely had a problem. Yulou didn't know exactly how many strings the man had pulled behind the scenes, but looking at it now, old Yuan's decisiveness in executing Cui Yanzong back then was nothing more than eradicating future trouble!
Given the background of the Anbei Kingdom Wang Clan and the Mangxiang Lineage, even if Yulou violated the sect rules of Dripdrop Cave, the outco would be nothing more than a symbolic slap on the wrist. But if he ran, he would never be able to hold the position of a Town Guardian Cultivator again. The basic foundation he had spent so much blood and sweat cultivating would naturally fall apart and be carved up by others. Nine iron crocodile dragons couldn't trap a Wang Yulou who was determined to flee, but they could utterly ruin his entire future within Dripdrop Cave.
"A gentleman does not stand beneath a collapsing wall! Once you return and finish exchanging for the mnemonics of the Source Vein Gui Water Qi, practicing back within the clan yields the exact sa results!"
Ancestor Xianzhou was frantic. It wasn't the demon beasts he feared; nine iron crocodile dragons were nothing to be terrified of. At the end of the day, they were water-bound beasts that couldn't do a thing to a cultivator intent on taking flight and escaping. What he truly worried about was whether the Yuan Clan, having already reached such a pitch of madness, had placed other hidden traps in the dark.
"Ancestor, we cannot leave. This is the Sword Talisman Ancestor Jingyi bestowed upon . You and I will take one each. We'll use the Sword Talismans to make sure these crocodile dragons stay right here."
"Let's go! Have you forgotten the core principles of the Wang Clan's magical combat?"
As he spoke, Wang Xianzhou stepped forward, intending to physically haul Yulou away with him, clearly planning to abandon Little Fish and Little Qin entirely.
In the elder's eyes, the combined value of those two multiplied by a hundred wouldn't even match a tenth of Yulou's significance. It was perfectly fine to maintain a pleasant, warm deanor during peaceful tis, but when disaster struck, safeguarding Yulou was the absolute priority.
"Ancestor, take the talisman!"
However, Yulou simply hurled the Sword Talisman toward Wang Xianzhou, then steered his flying boat, charging straight toward the ravenous horde of crocodile dragons.
He could not retreat; River Bend Fishing Port was simply too vital. Wang Yulou had poured endless toil into making this place as unassailable as an iron bucket, and he had even arranged for Little Fish to claim the position of Town Guardian Cultivator. Under these circumstances, River Bend Fishing Port provided Yulou with a steady stream of cultivation resources every single day.
If he abandoned the port, what would he rely on to practice? Was he supposed to drain Wang Xianzhou's personal savings?
Returning to the clan to cultivate was undoubtedly safe, but where would the resources co from? If he wished to maintain his current pace of cultivation, he had to defend River Bend Fishing Port—the basic foundation he had just perfected. There was no running away.
Wang Yulou had actually guessed correctly. Yuan Daoshen was using the iron crocodile dragons to force him to flee. Abandoning his post while demon beasts assaulted the guarded territory would completely destroy his future in Dripdrop Cave.
Faced with Yulou's stubbornness, Wang Xianzhou felt an intense surge of frustration. To him, Yulou was gambling with his life when he could clearly retreat into the protective embrace of the family. When it ca down to it, cultivators often had to risk their lives to seize benefits, but in the ancestor's eyes, Yulou hadn't been backed into that corner just yet.
"Sigh... Little Qin, go oversee the lighting of the beacon fires. Do not press forward!"
Summoning the Crimson Sparrow, Ancestor Xianzhou gripped his long halberd and bolted toward the mass of beasts, not forgetting to warn Qin Churan against stepping up to seek her own death.
"Wang Xianzhou, this ti it's nine massive crocodiles! I told you there would be no good days ahead if I followed you!"
Just a second ago, the Crimson Sparrow had been inside the spirit beast bag, engaging in grown-up avian gas with its multiple beloved wives. It hadn't even pulled its pants up before this bastard Wang Xianzhou dragged it out into the open. How could it not be furious?
"These little crocodile dragons only look terrifying. Sigh, go watch over Yulou. He Laosan deserves to hang!"
The spirit crane had vanished to who-knows-where. At such a critical juncture of a demon beast strike, it was nowhere to be found. Wang Xianzhou practically wanted to stew the bird alive. Yet, Tie Qinhuo was his dearest friend, and He Laosan had been raised by old Tie. Wang Xianzhou couldn't actually bring himself to cook it.
The Yuan Clan, who had dispatched nine iron crocodile dragons to sever Yulou's path of the Dao in Dripdrop Cave, was detestable, but He Laosan, who had gone missing right before a battle, was even more infuriating. Wang Xianzhou had no way to vent his frustration on them, so he could only unleash his hatred onto the demon beasts.
Before his body even reached the fray, he whipped his arm back and launched the long halberd through the air, aiming dead at the largest iron crocodile dragon at the peak of the Small Demon Realm.
Wang Yulou surged forward on his flying boat, simultaneously drawing the Corundum Blade into his hand as he barked a loud command at Zhang Xuewu.
"Old Zhang, go stop those Qi Induction cultivators from drawing close! They're nothing but fodder if they co here!"
The low-level cultivators at the Qi Induction stage were the backbone of River Bend Fishing Port, responsible for maintaining the stability of Yulou's foundation. They could not be recklessly thrown away.
Hearing Wang Yulou's words, Zhang Xuewu was instantly overjoyed. 'Fellow Daoist Yulou, you truly know how to care for your people!'
But he still offered a thoughtful warning. "Yulou, wait for the other guarding cultivators to reinforce us! Do not, under any circumstances—"
However, a long halberd gleaming with a greenish-gold light ripped through the night sky—which had grown tumultuous from the demon beast raid—like a bolt of lightning, forcing the words Zhang Xuewu hadn't finished back down his throat.
Wang Rongzhou—no, Wang Xianzhou—rode upon that peak Small Demon Realm spiritual bird he had never previously revealed to the world, descending upon the battlefield like a god of war.
"This..."
Staring at the iron crocodile dragon whose skull had been transfixed by the long halberd and pinned solidly to the ground, Zhang Xuewu instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The peak Small Demon Realm iron crocodile dragon, its head nailed down, was already beyond saving. Its torso and limbs still thrashed in an instinctual death throe, but it was utterly futile.
Wang Xianzhou had never feared these crocodile dragon demon beasts. The simultaneous attack of nine crocodile dragons on River Bend Fishing Port couldn't even threaten Wang Yulou's life; they were rely here to tear down Yulou's enterprise. What Wang Xianzhou truly worried about was a mber of the Yuan Clan lurking in the shadows, potentially launching a direct, dishonorable sneak attack.
That was precisely why he had wanted to take Wang Yulou and flee together. As for anyone else, abandoning them was of no consequence.
The Yuan Clan had staked nine crocodile dragons just to ruin Wang Yulou's foundation. Placing such a heavy wager would completely hijack the Yuan Clan's subsequent decisions. Even if Yuan Daoshen had started out perfectly rational, by the end of it, he might very well beco blinded by greed and make a reckless move.
As for why he chose to kill the strongest one first... In the secret combat legacy of the Wang Clan, running away when outnumbered one to three was a rule taught to low-level Qi Refining cultivators like Wang Rongyuan. For Ancestor Xianzhou, his combat experience and raw power had long since transcended basic textbook patterns.
With his true power hidden, the very first strike possessed an earth-shattering effect that left an opponent virtually incapable of defending. Ancestor Xianzhou had played the pig for so long precisely to devour the tiger! By executing the strongest target, he could fully exploit the devastating elent of surprise, maximizing his imdiate returns.
This was the very first ti Wang Yulou's protector, Wang Xianzhou, displayed his genuine strength before the assembled cultivators of Dripdrop Cave. His cultivation at the peak of the Qi Refining stage gave Zhang Xuewu the terrifying sensation of witnessing a grand illusion unfold right before his eyes.
"Old Master, you an to tell you spent three whole years pretending to be a nobody in front of us?"
"Yulou, I will hold the front line! Your only job is to eliminate the interference from the iron crocodile dragons' Mist Wave Art and Alligator Dragon Water Whip!"
After delivering those brief instructions, Wang Xianzhou unleashed a second long halberd from his treasury. Having undergone three years of spiritual nurturing, the mont the long halberd was pulled free, its inherent spiritual light actually manifested a beautiful, swirling aura, despite being a re upper-grade artifact.
Wang Yulou offered no verbal reply, silently floating the Wind Swallowing Gourd into the air to begin stripping away the interference of the Mist Wave Art for the ancestor. One Alligator Dragon Water Whip after another whipped out from that dense, white fog.
Each strike carried imnse destructive force; if Wu Faxian were placed beneath one of those whips, a single touch would an instant death. But Wang Xianzhou didn't even bother to dodge. The Crimson Sparrow effortlessly veered through the air, evading them with ease. The ancestor simply kept his eyes locked onto the white mist, which was gradually thinning under the vacuuming force of the Wind Swallowing Gourd, waiting for the perfect mont to strike.
'Eight left,' he calculated silently in his mind.
In truth, if there were no Yuan Clan cultivators waiting in the shadows to eliminate any loose ends, taking this gamble was incredibly worthwhile. Every single inch of an iron crocodile dragon was a certified treasure. Their teeth could be utilized to refine offensive artifacts, and their eyes could be used to craft functional utilities. Furthermore, since the iron crocodile dragons evolved from Iron-Armored Crocodiles after awakening their dragon nature, the Alligator Dragon Iron Armor covering their bodies was an exquisite material.
Do not be fooled by how easily Wang Xianzhou's long halberd had punctured that peak Small Demon Realm iron crocodile dragon as if it were re tofu. One had to understand that the absolute tip of Ancestor Xianzhou's long halberd was forged from seventh-grade mother-of-pearl beads—specifically designed to shatter the spiritual aura and defenses of spiritual artifacts! If a long halberd like that still couldn't pierce the Alligator Dragon Iron Armor, there would be only one explanation: the iron crocodile dragons tonight were also playing the pig to eat the tiger. But judging by the outco, there was no need to worry about that now.
Under the drawing power of the Wind Swallowing Gourd controlled by Yulou, a sudden gap opened up in the crocodile dragons' Mist Wave Art. A certain iron crocodile dragon with a severed tail exposed its rear end.
"Die, vile beast!"
In a flash, Wang Xianzhou plunged his long halberd downward once more. In the eyes of the gathered cultivators of River Bend Fishing Port, Ancestor Xianzhou currently resembled a deity descending from the heavens, wielding greenish-gold lightning to chastise the rampaging monsters.
The iron crocodile dragon whose tail had been lopped off by Yulou had actually been quite cautious. Even though the Mist Wave Art had largely dissipated, it had only shown its backside. However, Ancestor Xianzhou used the orientation of its rear end to calculate exactly where its skull ought to be. Just as it and its companions were unleashing the Mist Wave Art, competing with Yulou to see who could summon water faster than it could be drained, the lightning crashed down upon its head.
Even in death, its carcass continued to flail wildly. But by the sa token, if a peak Small Demon Realm crocodile dragon couldn't break free, how could this one possibly manage?
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" Furious bellows echoed from the dense fog.
From their enraged roars, Yulou understood that only seven remained. Yet, he did not allow the slightest hint of complacency to enter his mind. The Escape Talismans and Sword Talismans in his hands were prid to be triggered at a mont's notice.
He had no choice but to remain hyper-vigilant, fearing the Yuan Clan might still have a hidden trump card to ambush him. On this particular point, grandfather and grandson hadn't spoken a word to each other, yet both had arrived at the exact sa conclusion—anyone incapable of anticipating this didn't deserve to be called a prodigy of the Wang Clan.
However, Ancestor Xianzhou quickly picked up on sothing unusual. These iron crocodile dragons couldn't touch him in the sky, and having lost two of their companions, they were actually showing signs of wanting to flee. As the dense fog began to slowly drift away, Wang Xianzhou imdiately bellowed.
"They're trying to run! Zhang Xuewu, the water gate! Quick!"
When Wang Yulou had first assud office, he had initiated a few reforms at River Bend Fishing Port, and the river water gate was one of those projects. The water gate was beautifully constructed, but its defensive capabilities were ordinary, made of nothing more than common large stones. Whether it could actually hold back an iron crocodile dragon was sothing even Wang Yulou lacked confidence in.
Having received the ancestor's direct order, Zhang Xuewu didn't dare disobey and hurriedly dashed toward the water gate. anwhile, the ancestor steered the Crimson Sparrow lower, taking up a defensive position right along the riverbank.
"Go, go watch over Yulou!"
He leaped off the Crimson Sparrow, donning his armor as he slung the Combat Talisman Chest onto his back, grabbing two more long halberds into his hands.
"Wang Xianzhou, have you lost your mind? Jumping down from the air to fight seven water-attribute demon beasts right by the riverbank? You're going to get yourself killed!" the Crimson Sparrow squawked in a panic.
"I've lived long enough. Go, Crimson Sparrow, go."
There was no lodramatic exchange of final words in the heat of battle. The Crimson Sparrow hurled a few more curses at Wang Xianzhou before winging its way toward Yulou's location.
"Ancestor, there's no need to force them to stay! Let them leave!" Wang Yulou shouted at the top of his lungs.
'Use the Sword Talisman, Ancestor! We can't afford to be stingy now! Ancestor Jingyi's Sword Talisman can completely cut down these iron crocodile dragons. Their bodies are stuffed with treasures!'
In reality, Yulou had already coordinated with the ancestor via hidden voice transmissions. The whole display of the ancestor leaving parting words to his spiritual pet was nothing more than a ruse to deceive those high-stage and peak Small Demon Realm crocodile dragons.
'Do not use yours. It would be an absolute waste for you to use Sister Jingyi's Sword Talisman at your current level. I still have other Foundation Establishnt talismans on . There is no need to worry.'
Wang Xianzhou layered protective talismans over himself while staring into the dense fog with an expression of absolute resolve, all while secretly hashing out the finer details with Yulou through voice transmission.
'My spiritual belt can also easily withstand the water whips. You must absolutely fight while retreating. I will go guard the water gate. At the very least, the water gate can delay them for a short mont. We can chip away at them along the riverbank, then fall back to the water gate and strike them again. Even if a few manage to slip away, it won't matter.'
The water gate was bound to be destroyed by the crocodile dragons, but as long as it held them up for a brief span, it would provide another opportunity for Wang Yulou and the ancestor to unleash their full power.
The raid of these iron crocodile dragons on River Bend Fishing Port was directed by Yuan Daoshen, but Yuan Daoshen was entirely unaware of Wang Xianzhou's existence. He genuinely believed that the so-called Wang Rongzhou was a non-factor unworthy of concern.
Now, with Wang Xianzhou and Wang Yulou joining forces—one handling the primary assault while the other provided flawless support, and both equipped with spiritual artifacts for protection—these iron crocodile dragons not only lacked any effective counterasure but were reduced to fish on a chopping block.
'They won't get away! That girl from the Lin Family is coming to reinforce—wait, damn it, it's the Yuan Clan's Ji Yuan!'
In the distance, just outside River Bend Fishing Port, a streak of light was flying at maximum velocity, rushing over to assist. At first glance, Wang Xianzhou had assud it was Lin Ying, but as the streak of light drew closer, he realized it was actually Ji Yuan. This was problematic.
"Yulou, I'm here to help... Wait, iron crocodile dragons?"
The mont Ji Yuan stepped close, his initial shout of offering aid died in his throat. His entire mind went blank the second he laid eyes on the two iron crocodile dragons pinned to the earth. The iron crocodile dragons raised by the Yuan Clan had raided River Bend, and Yulou had sohow managed to slaughter and keep two of them... He found himself caught in an incredibly awkward position, a fact Ji Yuan himself realized instantly.
However, within the span of a single heartbeat, he completely cleared his thoughts. The people of the Yuan Clan had never breathed a word to him about the iron crocodile dragons anyway, so he would simply play dumb!
Fellow Daoist Yulou had invited him to establish the Exchange Dao Gathering together; they were allies who earned spirit stones side-by-side. That bond wasn't any weaker than the master-disciple relationship he shared with the Yuan Clan. Particularly when taking into account that the Yuan Clan's attitude toward him was diocre at best, and they had even shoved him into the role of a frontline vanguard...
"Yulou, Uncle Rongzhou and I... Huh?"
Ji Yuan had noticed Wang Xianzhou early on. He had intended to suggest that he and Wang Xianzhou handle the main assault while Yulou provided support. But when he took a closer look at Wang Xianzhou, his entire reality shattered for a third ti. Hold on a second, Uncle Rongzhou. I've been following Wang Yulou in calling you 'Uncle' for so long, and today you suddenly breakthrough four layers back-to-back, revealing yourself to be at the peak of the Qi Refining stage?
"Senior Brother Ji, why are you the only one who ca?" Yulou asked calmly, his voice projecting across the distance.
Ji Yuan was about to answer when he suddenly realized the underlying implication of Wang Yulou's question. He forced a wide, unbothered laugh as he bellowed back.
"Yulou, you and I are brothers! The mont I saw the wolf smoke rising from your side, I naturally busted my gut to rush over. I even popped two Awakening Pills along the way! But right now isn't the ti for idle chatter! Fellow Daoist Rongzhou, let lend you a hand!"
With that, Ji Yuan ignited several fire-attribute talismans and threw them straight into the churning, thick mist. Seeing his actions, the vigilance in Wang Yulou's heart eased slightly. He had no way of knowing that within Senior Brother Ji's mind, a definitive choice had already been made to pick Yulou over the Yuan Clan.
Ji Yuan's choice might have seed driven purely by imdiate profit, but in reality, it was far more profound than that. The economic base determines the superstructure, and the forces of production determine the relations of production—this logic held true within any organized social frawork. Of course, the supre Immortal Alliance was far too distant and had absolutely nothing to do with Ji Yuan's imdiate dilemma. The true deciding factor behind his choice just now was the personal organizational relationship he and Yulou had forged between themselves. It completely overrode the traditional master-disciple resource distribution relationship he was expected to uphold for the Yuan Clan.
Superstructures and relations of production were highly abstract, taphysical concepts. The Exchange Dao Gathering co-founded by Ji Yuan and Yulou was the concrete manifestation of such a concept, while the master-disciple/patron relationship between Ji Yuan and the Yuan Clan represented another. By seizing control of River Bend Fishing Port, Wang Yulou was essentially taking the initial steps to construct a set of production and organizational relations centered around himself.
The Exchange Dao Gathering, however, possessed no singular center; it operated on a decentralized model. The initial handful of founders, along with the future mobile founders across different regions, could all be considered 'partners' of the Exchange Dao Gathering. This particular 'partner' pie slled far sweeter to Ji Yuan than the ethereal, distant, and heavily taxed promises offered by the Yuan Clan. Consequently, he resolutely chose to pretend he had no idea these iron crocodile dragons belonged to the Yuan Clan. Tis had changed. Tonight, Ji Yuan had absolutely no intention of pulling his punches!
"Do not co down! Stay in the sky!" Wang Xianzhou threw out a quick warning to Ji Yuan before imdiately launching the long halberd from his hand.
As it turned out, the remaining crocodile dragons had already spent the last few monts inside the dense fog channeling the activation phase of the Alligator Dragon Water Escape. A massive torrent of water suddenly erupted from the thick mist, surging directly toward Wang Xianzhou, but he didn't even attempt to dodge.
After hurling two long halberds, Wang Xianzhou drew forth a long thorn crafted from the teeth of an unidentified demon beast. He dropped into a half-squat, pressing the blunt end of the thorn firmly against the earth.
"Boom!"
The Alligator Dragon Water Escape was exceptionally potent. While granting incredible speed, it carried the full, crushing montum of the iron crocodile dragon. Once it built up enough speed, it could execute a drifting tail-swipe, translating that montum into a devastating Alligator Dragon Water Whip. However, Wang Xianzhou was simply too adept at evading the water whips.
Therefore, when that peak Small Demon Realm iron crocodile dragon attempted a sneak attack using the Alligator Dragon Water Escape, its sole intention was to pin Wang Xianzhou down with its talons and jaws before ripping him to shreds. A demon beast naturally didn't possess any foolish notions about avenging its fallen kin. Its only thought was that this human cultivator possessed extraordinary strength; consuming his flesh would yield imnse benefits. Regrettably, it had no idea that what awaited it was the Earth Elephant Rhinoceros Horn—a weapon that was both exceptionally sharp and inherently capable of shattering magical techniques.
The Earth Elephant Rhinoceros was an earth-attribute demon beast, belonging to the elite tier endowed with superior natural talent. Compared to an iron crocodile dragon with its awakened dragon nature, the rhinoceros horn it relied upon most heavily was far more formidable. With the Earth Elephant Rhinoceros Horn thorn in hand, if the incoming attack were an Alligator Dragon Water Whip, Wang Xianzhou could utilize the horn's magic-shattering property to neutralize it.
If the iron crocodile dragon intended to rely on its overwhelmingly powerful physical hide to crush Wang Xianzhou, that beca even more amusing—before the spiritual aura of his multiple defensive spiritual artifacts was completely drained, Wang Xianzhou wouldn't lose a single drop of blood. As consumable resources, the spiritual aura itself was incredibly expensive, but when asured against the value of the materials harvested from a crocodile dragon, it wasn't all that exorbitant.
Seeing that the creature charging straight at him was the very last peak Small Demon Realm specin, Wang Xianzhou's eyes lit up instantly. The pitch-black iron armor reflected a faint sheen beneath the artificial moon. Every single shard of that Alligator Dragon Iron Armor possessed the potential to be refined into a mid-grade artifact. The four claws, carrying a distinct tallic texture, were incomparably sharp. Each stride they took gouged out a basin-sized crater in the earth; they surely held the potential to be crafted into upper-grade artifacts, didn't they?
The pair of fist-sized eyes glead with an eerie blue light—superb raw materials for bead-type artifacts. He just wasn't sure if they could be refined to the upper-grade level; judging by the size, it might be slightly difficult. A mouthful of razor-sharp teeth was packed in dense, interlocking rows. Wang Xianzhou stared at them until his palms practically itched with anticipation. There had to be at least twenty or thirty teeth in that mouth. This massive crocodile dragon had to be kept alive so Yulou could have a grand old ti refining it!
Heh, thinking about it this way, the Yuan Clan wasn't entirely bad after all.
'Yuan Daoshen: I screw your grandmother! You changed your na, altered your appearance, and squatted in River Bend Fishing Port for three whole years pretending to be a sixth-layer Qi Refining nobody. Is that fun? I'm asking you, is that fun?'
A Branding Iron Golden Fire Art flew out from the Combat Talisman Chest, streaking directly toward the large crocodile dragon's head. The massive beast instinctively tucked its skull back, and the Earth Elephant Rhinoceros Horn thorn instantly thrust before its eyes. It dodged, the thorn pursued; it rolled, and the thorn pinned its tail flat against the earth.
The large crocodile dragon thrashed violently. On one hand, because it wasn't dead yet, it could still mobilize its full, raw power during its struggles. On the other hand, the effect of an artifact pinning a tail to the ground was actually quite poor. Compared to the crocodile dragon's monstrous strength, the mud of the riverbank was as soft as tofu and couldn't hold it down at all. It looked as though the large crocodile dragon was on the verge of breaking free.
Ignoring the attacks launched by the other crocodile dragons against him, Wang Xianzhou directly used the Immortal-Binding Rope to snare the tail-pinned iron crocodile dragon. He then manipulated the Immortal-Binding Rope, hurling the massive beast over fifteen ters away from the riverbank. All done!
He recalled a long halberd and continued his chaotic lee against the remaining crocodile dragons. Staring down at Wang Xianzhou as he battled the horde of crocodile dragons, Ji Yuan hovered in the sky, sinking into deep contemplation for a third ti. 'Who am I? Where am I? This shouldn't be right, should it? On what basis can a human cultivator engage in close-quarters physical combat with a pack of demon beasts possessing awakened dragon nature?'
Of course it wasn't right. The only reason Ancestor Xianzhou could trade blows with the crocodile dragons in physical combat was due to the damage-immunity effect of the spiritual aura. He was using the spiritual artifacts that Foundation Establishnt cultivators reserved for defense during high-level duels to fight these crocodile dragons. Every single ti a crocodile dragon struck him, the spiritual aura of his defensive artifacts would deplete. It was precisely because of this that he could barely sustain his position under the combined assault of the swarm. Eight hundred spirit stones evaporated every second! The longer the fight dragged on, the higher the consumption beca! But in reality, it wasn't that heavy a loss—Wang Xianzhou was powerful enough to ensure the crocodile dragons stayed, so it was well worth it!
Six left, five left, four left... As the battle progressed, the crocodile dragons finally realized sothing was fundantally wrong. The cultivator in the sky didn't possess much offensive power, but why was the one on the ground—who should have been stomped to death by them ages ago—so ridiculously powerful? Furthermore, how had another two of their pack died?
They wanted to flee, but it was already far too late. When there were nine crocodile dragons, Wang Xianzhou had to weigh whether to deploy Foundation Establishnt talismans, and consider how to coordinate with Yulou and the Crimson Sparrow to feign a desperate struggle to expose a weakness. Now that only four remained, weren't they just ingredients waiting to be tossed into the cooking pot? After effortlessly ensuring one more stayed behind, Wang Xianzhou noticed that the crocodile dragons had initiated another water escape within the Great Crimson Stream. He let out a cold sneer, imdiately activating a Hundred-Li Wanderer Escape Talisman to intercept them at the water gate first.
"Yulou, look! Not a single Sword Talisman was used, and only three are left! They really are nothing but a pack of brainless brutes. Seeing standing right there to fight them, they actually forgot to run! Hahaha!" Wang Xianzhou laughed uproariously, thoroughly delighted.
During his days hunting demons in the West Sea, the demon beasts always traveled in massive swarms, with Great Demons lurking in the shadows. No matter how powerful an individual cultivator was, they had to take things slow and steady. Dripdrop Cave was entirely different, and these dostic beasts raised by a clan were even more pathetic—sluggish and dim-witted, they were practically delivering crafting materials right to his doorstep.
"Ancestor, you and I will take one each! Let's strive to keep another two behind!" The massive boulder weighing down Wang Yulou's heart finally shattered into dust.
Within the Great Crimson Stream, the three remaining crocodile dragons were utilizing their water escape, hurtling toward the water gate at breakneck speed. Wang Xianzhou held a long halberd in each hand, thinking to himself that he definitely had a shot at keeping two behind. If he secured two, and Yulou managed to pin down one... heh, the Yuan Clan's nine iron crocodile dragons would completely snap their twigs at River Bend Fishing Port tonight.
He was deeply looking forward to seeing the look on Yuan Daoshen's face. The fact that no one had launched a hidden strike even after the battle had reached this stage proved that the Yuan Clan genuinely believed nine iron crocodile dragons would be more than enough to achieve their goal. Regrettably, they had miscalculated. They had no idea that I, Wang Xianzhou, am Yulou's protector!
"Get ready!" Wang Xianzhou kept his eyes glued to the three water-escaping crocodile dragons, imdiately issuing a loud warning to Yulou as they drew close. As for Ji Yuan, his flight speed was simply too slow; he wouldn't make it in ti for the main course.
Yulou stood atop the water gate. Aside from a few talismans ant to boost his defenses, he left the entire burden of protection to his spiritual aura. He concentrated every shred of his spiritual energy and divine sense, launching that upper-grade Corundum Blade artifact into the air. Back when he had first entered the Qi Refining stage, he could sever a crocodile dragon's tail with a triple strike of the blade. Now, he was entirely confident that as long as his aim was true, this Corundum Blade was more than enough to shatter a crocodile dragon's skull in a single hit!
However, just as the two of them were completely focused on confronting the three crocodile dragons inside the water gate, a colossal, dark silhouette shifted its tail beneath the surface of the beautiful Showwater Lake just outside the gate. An Alligator Dragon Water Whip—but the one executing it was a crocodile dragon at the level of a Great Demon! The Yuan Clan didn't possess nine crocodile dragons; they possessed ten! That Great Demon had bided its ti until now, finally catching the perfect opening to achieve its goal. It couldn't gauge the true depth of Wang Xianzhou's power, so the water whip cleaved straight toward Yulou instead.
By the ti the ancestor realized a Great Demon was lurking in ambush, it was already too late. The Alligator Dragon Water Whip was barely a dozen ters away from Yulou. Yulou snapped his head to the side in astonishnt as a short water whip radiating a sharp spiritual light tore through the air toward him at extre speed. For a spell cast by a Great Demon, a distance of several dozen ters was crossed in the blink of an eye.
"Husband, watch out!"
White Carp had ridden He Laosan out for a joyride tonight, but the very instant she spotted the wolf smoke billowing from River Bend Fishing Port, she had imdiately whipped He Laosan around to sprint back. Now, she had arrived at the exact mont the Great Demon crocodile dragon launched its sneak attack on Wang Yulou.
Because Yulou and the ancestor assud the Yuan Clan wouldn't act, they figured no hidden pieces had been deployed. Compounded by the fact that just a mont ago, grandfather and grandson had been entirely focused on ensuring the last three crocodile dragons didn't escape, they had failed to notice the concealed Great Demon. They had similarly failed to notice White Carp hurtling toward them atop He Laosan.
Before Yulou's incredulous gaze, White Carp and He Laosan threw themselves directly into the path of that incoming water whip. Just as he thought he was about to lose this girl forever, Little Fish managed to throw out a massive cluster of Fire Shot Spells at the absolute final second. Among them were two Golden Fire Arts Yulou had given her for self-defense.
The water whip collided with the Fire Shot Spells and Golden Fire Arts in midair, its power shearing away by nearly half. It then smashed straight into He Laosan—wait, had He Laosan broken through to the Small Demon Realm? Yet, it was still futile. Faced with the Alligator Dragon Water Whip of a Great Demon, even if its power had been heavily diminished, He Laosan—who had only just broken through to the Small Demon Realm—was still instantly blown apart, half its body erupting into a mist of blood.
Nevertheless, old Three used its own demise to buy a sliver of survival for Little Fish. The water whip, having been filtered through two layers of defense, slamd into Little Fish, who had barely managed to apply a Stone Skin Art to herself. But everything had unfolded far too quickly; her Stone Skin Art hadn't even had the ti to properly envelop her entire body... The water gate was violently breached by the three crocodile dragons, but Yulou no longer had any spare thoughts to care.
He mobilized the flying boat with everything he had, catching Little Fish as she plunged downward like a tattered rag doll. Under the strike of the Great Demon crocodile dragon's water whip, the left side of Little Fish's torso was mangled beyond recognition. Yulou held her tightly against his chest with one arm, while his other hand frantically dug through his pouches for spiritual pills.
"You're going to be fine, you're going to be fine, Little Fish... Here, take this one first, and then this one."
Only when the two spiritual pills were slid into Little Fish's mouth did Yulou's trembling hand steady slightly. The Life-Preserving and Stabilizing Pill—the Patriarch had left two of them with Yulou when he escorted him to Dripdrop Cave. Its effect was incredibly straightforward: to protect and preserve a failing life. The mont the domineering dicinal strength surged downwards, Little Fish's rapidly fading aura instantly stabilized. Her life force had been actively draining away, but the pill's efficacy rushed upward to et it. With the two forces colliding and neutralizing each other, there was temporarily no longer any concern over a fatal collapse.
The second item was described as a pill, but it was actually a dicinal syrup known as the Yin-Yang Life Vein Elixir, which Wang Xianzhou had given to Yulou. Ancestor Xianzhou had beco a master of alchemy solely to heal his own damaged ridians; the Yin-Yang Life Vein Elixir was one of the most formidable dicines he was capable of brewing. The Yin-Yang Life Vein Elixir was designed specifically to reconstruct flesh wounds and shattered ridians. Back when Wang Rongyuan had his entire shoulder sheared off in the West Sea, it was this exact elixir that allowed him to recover the vast majority of his functions.
"Hehe... Husband, I actually saved your life once too, you know," White Carp wheezed. The pain was excruciating, but this was the very first thought that entered her mind. 'You save once, I save you once. I'm incredibly amazing too.'
"You absolute fool, my belt is a spiritual artifact! The mont that crocodile dragon's water whip lashed over, the spiritual aura would have automatically triggered to block it! You're far too foolish!" Yulou cradled Little Fish closer, steering the flying boat to gently touch down along the riverbank.
"Ah... So, I actually didn't end up saving you?"
Catching the sudden look of dejection playing across Little Fish's features, Yulou instantly regretted his big mouth.
"No, spiritual aura is incredibly expensive. You helped save a massive fortune of spirit stones. Little Fish, you were incredibly, incredibly amazing."
White Carp understood that Yulou was rely comforting her, but that alone was enough. Only, she suddenly rembered He Laosan, who had died without leaving a whole corpse behind.
"It's just that old Three... old Three is gone. Husband, it's all my fault."
At the ntion of He Laosan, Yulou fell sowhat silent. That bird was usually as unorthodox as they ca, yet at the absolute final mont, it had actually protected its master with its very life.
"I never expected old Three to shield with its life," Yulou murmured, deeply moved. The girl's eyes blinked repeatedly as she lowered her head, leaning against Yulou's shoulder, whispering softly. "Neither you nor the ancestor liked old Three very much, but it wasn't a bad bird. It was just a simple creature, and its mind never really grew up. It didn't know how to et the expectations you two set for it."
Yulou found himself at a loss for words. He turned his gaze toward the lakeshore, where Ancestor Xianzhou had already triggered the Formless Sword Talisman, unleashing two consecutive strikes. A high-grade talisman forged from such expensive base materials naturally wouldn't be ruined after a single deploynt. Once ignited, the Formless Sword Talisman could unleash a multitude of sword strikes. Of course, the absolute first strike remained the most devastating. That opening strike unleashed the raw magical power Wang Jingyi had sealed inside the talisman; its destructive capacity was only a fraction weaker than if Wang Jingyi had personally intervened. Slicing through Wu Jinyan with it would be as effortless as butchering a chicken. Every subsequent sword strike, however, relied entirely on the magical power of the cultivator wielding the talisman.
Wang Xianzhou had clearly entered a state of absolute, unbridled fury, his hair and beard flaring wildly as he coordinated with the Crimson Sparrow to pursue and butcher the Great Demon crocodile dragon. Just a mont ago, when that crocodile dragon saw its initial strike fail to yield results, it had greedily attempted to unleash another water whip. In response, half its torso was completely sheared away by Ancestor Jingyi's Formless Sword. It was entirely due to the fact that a Great Demon's vital force was far more resilient than that of a human Foundation Establishnt cultivator that the creature—now possessing only its front half and two legs—was sohow still capable of fleeing.
Ancestor Xianzhou was utterly consud by wrath, naturally refusing to let it escape. He gave chase, unleashing a second sword strike that sliced directly into the Great Demon crocodile dragon's back. But that second strike was fueled by his own raw magical power, carrying barely half the devastating potency of the opening strike. Consequently, it rely scored a deep, horrific gash across the Great Demon crocodile dragon's back without severing its torso completely. Otherwise, given the unerring accuracy with which Ancestor Xianzhou directed the Formless Sword, the Great Demon crocodile dragon would have been a guaranteed corpse.
The relative disparity in power among Foundation Establishnt cultivators was the widest of any realm, a rule that similarly applied between Great Demons and Foundation Establishnt entities, and the Formless Sword reflected this exact dynamic. The initial Formless Sword Talisman strike unleashed at maximum capacity could effortlessly bisect a Great Demon crocodile dragon. But the second strike, even if it maintained half the potency of the first, yielded a drastically inferior actual result. The subtle mystery lay in the fact that every tiny discrepancy in power could lead to a radically different outco in execution.
Ancestor Xianzhou pursued while the half-shredded crocodile dragon fled, continuing until the ancestor had drained nearly half his magical power and the mangled beast had dove into the deep-water zone of Showwater Lake. Only then did he reluctantly halt his pursuit. Riding the Crimson Sparrow back, he landed beside Little Fish with an expression of deep concern, imdiately examining the extent of her injuries.
"Ancestor, I'm fine... It's just your cultivation base..." Little Fish asked weakly.
Anyone who discovered that Wang Rongzhou—whom they had spent three years living alongside—was actually a terrifying peak Qi Refining cultivator would lose their composure entirely. The ancestor had hidden himself for three whole years, hiding until he completely crushed Yuan Daoshen's calculations, hiding until his revelation as a tiger thoroughly shocked every last soul who presud themselves familiar with him.
Ancestor Xianzhou offered no verbal reply, silently conducting a prolonged inspection before finally letting out a long sigh of relief, straightening his back as he spoke. "Nothing fatal. It's far lighter than the injuries I sustained back in the day. You still retain your shot at Foundation Establishnt."
He then whipped a harsh glare over toward Zhang Xuewu. "What are you standing there like a brainless idiot for? Why haven't you scrambled off to organize the chaos in the fishing port?"
Old Zhang had personally witnessed the terrifying majesty of the ancestor pursuing a Great Demon to butcher it. Faced with the ancestor's sharp reprimand, he behaved as ekly as a submissive grandson, hurriedly scrambling away to get to work.
On the other side, Ji Yuan fished the trailing half of the Great Demon crocodile dragon's carcass out of the water, respectfully carrying it over to present it to them.
"Senior Rongzhou, you..."
Wang Xianzhou waved his hand dismissively, declaring coldly. "My na is Wang Xianzhou, a disciple of the Red Lantern Illumination Sect, and an Immortal Alliance Emissary of Dripdrop Cave, operating directly under the Immortal Alliance Dripdrop Cave Oversight Deacon, Wu Jinyan. Ji Yuan, go! Deliver a letter to Yuan Daoshen on my behalf!"
He drew forth a sheet of the Immortal Alliance's Spirit Silk Silver Thread Paper from his storage bag, utilizing the blood of the Great Demon crocodile dragon as ink. He rapidly penned a clear, precise account detailing the assault of the crocodile dragon swarm on River Bend Fishing Port. At the absolute end of the letter, he demanded to know exactly how Yuan Daoshen intended to resolve the matter. Once he finished writing, Ancestor Xianzhou produced his personal seal as an Immortal Alliance Emissary, pressing it firmly into the Great Demon crocodile dragon's blood to leave a solid, unmistakable stamp on the docunt.
"Go! You are a门徒 of the Yuan Clan, so you should have no trouble gaining an audience with Yuan Daoshen. If he chooses to ignore this, I will report this matter directly to Lotus Immortal City!"
Ji Yuan glanced at Yulou, then at the ancestor, offering a bitter smile as he accepted the letter. In this wretched world where the heavyweights engaged in magical combat, how could a minor figure like him dare to involve himself? But now that circumstances had backed him into this corner, how could he possibly refuse?
Barely after Ji Yuan took flight from River Bend Port, he crossed paths with Lin Ying, who was leading a contingent of reinforcents. Seeing that he looked as though he had just erged from the port, Lin Ying asked in confusion. "Everything is already resolved?"
She had assud the dust had completely settled. In reality, the exact opposite was true; the genuine tempest was likely only just beginning.
"Hard to say. The demon beasts were driven away, at least," Ji Yuan continued to smile bitterly. Having been stunned three tis and reduced to bitter smiles twice, what else could Ji Yuan do? Destiny hadn't shown much tenderness to this particular disciple of the Yuan Clan.
"What kind of demon beasts?" Learning that the beasts had already fled made Lin Ying even less frantic. She brought her flying boat to a complete halt, striking up a conversation with Ji Yuan.
"Iron crocodile dragons."
"Huh?"
"You'll understand once you get there. I have business to attend to."
Watching Ji Yuan fly off in the direction of the Droplet Heaven Palace, Lin Ying felt a surge of confusion. 'Why is he sneaking off to the Droplet Heaven Palace in the dead of night?'
What was Ji Yuan doing going to the Droplet Heaven Palace? Delivering a declaration of war? A final ultimatum? A list of demands? It was difficult to say. Ji Yuan only knew that even when he had been reassigned to work under Zhuo Yinlan, his heart hadn't pounded with nearly as much trepidation as it did right now. 'Ancestor Daoshen, it looks like you've completely botched your play this ti, and botched it catastrophically!'
By the ti Lin Ying arrived at River Bend Fishing Port, the residents had already begun rebuilding in the wake of the assault. Demon beast strikes were an inevitability; the people of Droplet Cave Heaven had long since grown accustod to it. They perished in silence, they struggled in silence, and tomorrow would inevitably drag them forward. However, the mont her eyes fell upon those colossal iron crocodile dragon carcasses, Lin Ying and the two guarding cultivators of Immortal Mushroom Cave she had brought along felt their hearts tremble violently.
Qin Churan led her people to drag the crocodile dragon carcasses onto the Golden Platform, arranging them right before the entrance of Yulou's estate. One, two... six... wait, let's call it six and a half. Only, why was that final half-carcass so monuntally massive? No, that wasn't the main point—why were there so many iron crocodile dragons in the first place? Lin Ying couldn't wrap her head around it, and she felt a distinct wave of panic settling deep in her chest. It was far too bizarre. Why would such a massive gathering of iron crocodile dragons simultaneously assault River Bend Fishing Port?
When she finally granted an audience with Yulou, Wang Xianzhou was silently occupied with refining pills, while Yulou was holding a bowl of spirit fish porridge, ticulously spooning it to White Carp, who lay upon a temporary bed. The scene left Lin Ying sowhat at a loss, creating a distinct impression that her arrival was entirely superfluous.
"Yulou, I brought two other guarding cultivators with us. Our pace along the road was slightly slow; I didn't expect you to have already..."
"Fellow Daoist Lin, please take a seat. I understand completely. Your willingness to provide reinforcents fills with gratitude. It's just that Little Fish is currently injured, so please forgive my inability to properly host you." Yulou didn't even raise his head, continuing to feed Little Fish her porridge as he spoke.
Little Fish had picked up on Lin Ying's striking beauty, her subconscious flaring with a hint of wariness. However, seeing Yulou remaining so devotedly by her side, a profound warmth filled her heart.
"But how exactly did you and Senior Brother Ji manage to hold off so many iron crocodile dragons?"
The ancestor didn't bother to accord Lin Ying the slightest attention, privately concluding that this girl from the Lin Family might not be all that intelligent. After a brief mont of thought, Wang Yulou replied. "Naturally, we simply exerted our utmost efforts. To hold an office is to safeguard the territory under one's charge. Perhaps the Immortal Venerable was watching over us; everything is owed entirely to the Immortal Venerable's rit."
"Cough... cough... cough... Ow, I can't even laugh... humph..." Yulou's nonsensical reply thoroughly amused Little Fish, but the sudden laughter caused her torso to flare with agony.
"I see... I have learned sothing new." Witnessing this, Lin Ying understood that she had just asked a thoroughly foolish question. "Little Fish's injuries take priority. I will return to pay a proper visit another day."
Yulou rose to his feet, facing Lin Ying as he spoke. "Safe travels, Fellow Daoist Lin. I genuinely cannot pull myself away right now, so please forgive for not seeing you out. I will absolutely attend Ancestor ngyao's birthday banquet."
Perhaps because Yulou's reverence toward the Immortal Venerable was simply too earnest, that familiar, serene voice echoed through the air once more at that exact mont.
[Azurewater Palace disciple Wang Yulou is hereby awarded fifty—]
Wang Xianzhou, Lin Ying, and Yulou all froze instantly. The Immortal Venerable's Blessing had unexpectedly stalled right at the phase of calculating the specific rit points. This twist was highly intriguing. Could it be that Yulou's existing contribution points carried far too many fractional remainders, causing the algorithmic calculations of the Immortal Venerable's Blessing to freeze up entirely?
Catching the startled expressions flashing across the trio's faces, White Carp seed to realize sothing as well. She cast a slightly worried glance toward Yulou, before shifting her gaze to the ancestor. The individual who had contributed the absolute lion's share of the effort tonight was undeniably Ancestor Xianzhou. However, he wasn't a disciple of Dripdrop Cave, which made bestowing a blessing exceptionally awkward.
[Azurewater Palace disciple Wang Yulou is hereby awarded five thousand six hundred rit points...]
Lin Ying cast a long, complicated look at the man, nodding silently before turning to depart, her silhouette appearing distinctly lancholy. 'Wang Yulou, it seems a thick, unyielding barrier has already ford between the two of us. Sigh.'
"This must have calculated the ancestor's military rit directly onto your head, Husband! Hehe, the Immortal Venerable is actually incredibly kind!" White Carp declared excitedly. That was a grand total of five thousand six hundred Azurewater Palace rit points! When converted, it represented enough resources to sustain Yulou's cultivation for at least a dozen years. Even if his future resource consumption spiked alongside his rising cultivation base, this massive fortune of rit points would easily see him through several years. Consequently, White Carp was naturally overjoyed.
"Hahaha, indeed. I pay respects to the Immortal Venerable every single day after all. While you're recovering this ti, you'll stay directly inside the quiet room. Let the Immortal Venerable properly watch over you. How does that sound?"
"Everything will be as Husband says."
"You two can cut out the sweet talk now. Here, Little Fish, take this spiritual pill first. Though you're currently clear of any imdiate mortal peril, the efficacy of the Life-Preserving and Stabilizing Pill must be continuously maintained. Only then can we guarantee absolute safety!"
Droplet Heaven Palace, Yuan Daoshen's private estate. Griping Wang Xianzhou's letter in his hand, Yuan Daoshen scanned the contents twice over. He then thoroughly questioned Ji Yuan regarding his relationship with Yulou, as well as everything he had witnessed tonight. Only after that did he offer a smile, seeing Ji Yuan out while instructing him to inform Wang Xianzhou that as the premier Foundation Establishnt cultivator of Dripdrop Cave, he, Yuan Daoshen, would absolutely cooperate with the work of the Immortal Alliance.
But the absolute instant Ji Yuan crossed the threshold, the old man could no longer maintain his composure. He snatched up that letter penned in the blood of a Great Demon crocodile dragon once more, tearing it into shreds in a fit of absolute rage. Yet that failed to fully vent his fury, prompting him to launch into a direct, venomous curse.
"Wang Xianzhou, Wang Xianzhou, Wang Xianzhou! After all these years of plotting and scheming, how are you still not dead?!"
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