Long Fengyang’s words instantly set the scene ablaze.
Long Yunfan, forr First Saint Son of the Cyan Dragon Race.
Long Qianying, once the most outstanding Saintess besides Long Tianyu.
Had these two now beco followers of Long Cangqian?
The eyes of many Cultivators fell upon Long Yunfan and Long Qianying.
They had originally thought that even if Long Yunfan and Long Qianying didn’t challenge Long Cangqian, they would never submit. But Long Fengyang’s words now sparked an inexplicable disappointnt in the hearts of the many Cultivators.
After all, a battle between Ye Tianling and Long Cangqian might not be that spectacular. The fight they were truly anticipating was one between the Cyan Dragon Race’s forr First Saint Son, Long Yunfan, and Long Cangqian.
"Go? Of course I’ll go. But not to fight Ye Tianling!"
Long Yunfan’s cold figure finally stepped out.
A mocking expression played on his face, as if he were talking to himself, yet also responding to Long Fengyang.
Long Fengyang’s expression darkened slightly, but he said nothing more.
Long Cangqian’s pupils contracted. His gaze locked onto Long Yunfan as he said, "Oh? You’re not willing?"
Long Yunfan sneered. "You said it yourself. His bloodline is lowly, a filthy mongrel’s. How could soone so humble and vile be worthy of fighting ? Defeat him? You look down on him, and so do I!
I’m sure Qianying feels the sa way, right?"
Long Yunfan’s words were defiant. His cold, harsh, and murderous gaze made Ye Tianling realize that this man had likely been dissatisfied with him for a long ti.
But by the sa token, Ye Tianling had never held any goodwill toward Long Yunfan either.
Long Fengyang had previously offered Long Tianyu two paths: one, beco Long Yunfan’s Tripod Cauldron; two, beco Long Qianying’s Void Body.
Now, facing Long Yunfan and Long Qianying, Ye Tianling’s heart was exceptionally cold.
"Not only do I not look down on him, I actually like him very much. And what does fighting him, win or lose, have to do with you? What right do you, Long Cangqian, have to say anything? And you, Long Yunfan, want to pressure too?"
Long Qianying suddenly interjected, her voice sharp and cold.
Her stance was a clear show of support for Ye Tianling, which made the expressions of Long Fengyang, Long Yunfan, and even Long Cangqian turn quite ugly.
"Heh, such a fiery personality. I just wonder if you’ll be so resolute when I conquer you!"
Long Cangqian’s eyes were like fire, flickering with a sinister, cold fla.
Long Fengyang frowned, extrely displeased. For internal conflict to erupt in front of such a large crowd—how could he maintain his dignity?
"It seems I’ve been too good to you all, so much so that you’ve forgotten your place! You are not the only Saint Son and Saintess in the Dragon Race! Long Yuqian, Long Yuchen, Long Qianyu, Long Yunyue, Long Yunyao, get out here!"
Long Fengyang’s voice was frigid as he barked the order.
Long Yunfan snorted but didn’t respond.
Long Qianying’s icy expression didn’t change, remaining as cold as frost.
From behind Long Qianying, the siblings Long Yuqian and Long Yuchen stepped out first.
Then, Long Qianying’s twin sister, Long Qianyu, gave Long Qianying a strange look, her eyes seemingly tinged with dissatisfaction.
As for Long Yunyue and Long Yunyao, who resembled Long Yunfan, they were by far the most arrogant and unruly of the group, their eyes shining with an air of invincibility.
"In my eyes, none of you are much worse than them! They were suddenly replaced as First Saint Son and top Saintess by Long Cangqian, the Taotie Divine Child with a Celestial Forbidden Talent. It’s understandable that they’re resentful and acting out due to their pride.
But as for you... I don’t need to spell out what you should do, do I?"
Long Fengyang suppressed his murderous intent and spoke in a low, cold voice.
He couldn’t afford to lose his temper in public, so he used Long Cangqian as an excuse to save face.
As the Saint Master, having his Saint Son and Saintess be resentful, cold, and feigning compliance was a huge slap in the face.
"Rest assured, Saint Master. Anyone who dares to provoke the dignity of our Dragon Race will et a terrible end!"
Long Yunyue imdiately replied with reverence, a fanatical gleam in his eyes.
’Who is the First Saint Son?’
’It just cos down to crushing Ye Tianling!’
’After I crush Ye Tianling, I’ll just cripple Long Cangqian!’
’Then, it’ll be obvious who the real First Saint Son is!’
A vicious light shone in Long Yunyue’s eyes, and a look of contempt and disdain spread across his face. He then shrugged and strode arrogantly past Long Yunfan and Long Qianying.
"If I defeat Ye Tianling, will I be qualified to fight you?"
Long Yunyue asked coldly.
"Hmph. You want to challenge too?"
Long Cangqian snorted through his nose, looking down on everyone with an expression of utter contempt.
"Challenge you? No. After I crush Ye Tianling, I’ll crush you right after. I’ll make you understand that a re remnant bloodline of so Taotie has no right to be the First Saint Son of our Cyan Dragon Race!"
Long Yunyue’s blatant arrogance was on full display.
His words caused an uproar.
Ye Tianling watched with a cold detachnt. He didn’t mind watching this dog-eat-dog spectacle a little longer.
But at that very mont, the Little Dragon Girl suddenly unsealed the Dragon Blood Inheritance in the twelfth level of the Space-Ti Soul-locking Tower.
Then, the thirteenth level.
The fourteenth level.
...
All the way to the twentieth level. The first twenty levels of the Space-Ti Soul-locking Tower were now a vast expanse of light and blood-red.
At the sa ti, the sound of a supre heritage, a Supre Dao, seed to echo in Ye Tianling’s heart, mind, and soul.
"The Great Dao is fifty, yet the Heavenly Expanse is forty-nine, with one that has fled."
"That one is the variable, and the variable is the Soul."
"To slash the Soul into one is the Dao Generating One."
"To slash the Soul into forty-nine is the Heavenly Expanse of forty-nine."
"Soul Slash: the Soul is the sword, the Sword Dao is the Soul."
"Soul Devouring: the Dao of Devouring, to fill the void of the one that was lost."
...
In that instant, Ye Tianling suddenly obtained a much deeper inheritance of the Soul-Slaying Dao.
At the sa ti, his comprehension of those Unparalleled Martial Arts from Huaxia deepened even further.
Following that, his understanding of the Reincarnation Life and Death Fist also deepened.
Comprehending Reincarnation, performing a Blood Sacrifice upon all living things.
From the Reincarnation Life and Death Fist, Ye Tianling ca to understand a Blood Sacrifice Technique, a thod to enhance his Battle Power.
"Tianling, I have organized all the Cultivation Techniques and Daos that are suitable for you. Take so ti to comprehend them. Also, if you attack with your full strength, you can indeed kill Long Cangqian in a single blow. But rember to leave a trace of his lingering obsession for the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword. Don’t kill him completely."
The Little Dragon Girl reminded him again, her tone quite grave.
’Butcher him? Seize his Qi Fortune and Life Chart?’
The thought flashed through Ye Tianling’s mind as he responded.
"Correct. This man contains an ancient bloodline, destiny, and Qi Fortune; he is indeed favored by the Celestial Mandate. If you kill him once, you can plunder a portion of his Qi Fortune and opportunities. But if you kill him outright, none of it will fall to you. It will only be absorbed by the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword.
That would be a great pity.
If you want to contend with the Saint Sons and Saintesses of this era, relying solely on your Weapon and the Energy from the Secret Realm as your foundation is clearly not enough. That will only allow you to contend for a mont, not be invincible at all tis.
But, as long as you can raise Long Cangqian like a pig for slaughter, butchering him ti and again, your Qi Fortune will gradually defy the heavens. Your rise will be smoother and faster!"
the Little Dragon Girl said seriously.
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