The Dragon Emperor’s gaze fell upon Wang Xiu, as heavy and imposing as a mountain. "Your mortal eyes fail to recognize my true visage, but it matters not. I am magnanimous. So long as you kneel and swear fealty, I shall let bygones be bygones!"
Wang Xiu smiled faintly. "There’s no need for that. A disciple of Sanqing kneels to the heavens, the earth, and their elders, but never to a demon. What’s more, you’re not even a pure demon. In the eyes of the Demon Race, you are nothing but a mongrel Foreign Demon!"
Upon hearing this, the Dragon Emperor’s eyes narrowed. The temperature of the world seed to drop, as if an invisible blizzard was battering everyone, the pressure becoming suffocating.
Strangely, however, he did not lash out. Instead, he turned his attention to Ao Canghai.
"Do you also believe I am a demon?"
Ao Canghai remained silent, his eyes betraying a hint of hesitation and conflict.
The "Dragon Emperor" spoke again, his voice heavy with nace. "You colluded with these outsiders to trespass upon my sacred ground, a truly grievous sin! I will give you one chance, and only one, to atone for your cris with ritorious service."
At these words, the pressure in Ao Canghai’s heart intensified.
Wang Xiu glanced at him and shook his head. "Don’t even think about it. Forget the fact that he isn’t the real Dragon Emperor. Even if he were, he has fallen to demonhood. Would you still acknowledge him?"
Those words struck Ao Canghai’s heart like a heavy hamr.
He’s right. The being before us is deeply corrupted by demonic influence. Even if he really is the Dragon Emperor, so what? Could he return to the Nine Heavens? The day he returned would likely mark the true downfall of the Dragon Clan. There are so lines that must never be crossed. The Dragon Clan in its current state could not possibly withstand such a calamity.
Having reached this conclusion, Ao Canghai bit his lip and said no more.
Seeing this, the "Dragon Emperor," shrouded in Demonic Qi, let out a sinister laugh. "Fine, fine! A bunch of audacious ants. I offered you a path to survival, but you failed to cherish it! Then your blood will celebrate my return!"
RUMBLE!
The Demonic Qi surrounding him transford into a raging sea that boiled ceaselessly. From it, True Dragons erupted, tearing across the Nine Heavens. Their divine presence was overwhelming as they pressed down on Wang Xiu and the others.
"This is bad! Bolstered by this imnse Demonic Qi, he has reached the Saint Realm!" Zhao Qingyu felt an intense pressure. Endless ribbons danced and layered themselves before her, transforming into a massive ancient butterfly bathed in a boundless aura, shielding everyone around her.
That body had originally belonged to Wu Ming. Now, controlled by Demonic Qi, it had surpassed its previous realm, unleashing a terrifying power that far surpassed the cultivation level of everyone present.
The "Dragon Emperor" clenched his hand.
The Demonic Qi surged wildly, coalescing into an ancient flood dragon as massive as a mountain range. With an imposing and terrifying aura, it descended to crush the group.
The ancient flood dragon was a manifestation of his Divine Skills, yet it felt strikingly real. It filled the entire sky as if it had descended from ancient tis. Each ti its eyes opened and closed, its ferocity surged like a tide, forcing everyone back and causing them to cough up blood.
"From primal chaos, the vast universe was born.
Sun and moon hang in the sky, and stars brightly gleam.
Daoist Magic flows with nature, an eternal stream of vital energy.
Evil demons and heretical paths shall not run wild."
ng Ran’s long hair billowed as he used his finger as a brush, writing in the air. The vast Qi of Righteousness converged into an ancient talisman. An ancient and awe-inspiring aura of justice surged from all directions, forming an iron wall to block the advancing flood dragon.
This was the Demon-Suppressing Talisman, the core inheritance and Divine Skill of the Heaven Dao Academy. Not many could wield it, but ng Ran was one of them.
The surging Qi of Righteousness blazed like a golden sun, imdiately beginning to evaporate the Demonic Qi between heaven and earth.
However, Wu Ming had already been a prodigy on par with ng Ran and the others. Now, empowered by Demonic Qi, he had stepped into the Saint Realm. The difference in strength was simply too vast.
The iron wall held for only a few breaths before it was shattered.
ng Ran retreated repeatedly, his face pale.
Zhao Qingyu leaped into the air and began to dance. The ancient butterfly’s wings fluttered, wreathed in Chaotic Qi, as if countless worlds were being born and destroyed with each flap. A terrifying power of annihilation erupted from Zhao Qingyu’s delicate fra, potent enough to sunder the heavens and earth.
"The Guanghan Breakthrough Dance!"
A prodigy exclaid in recognition. Zhao Qingyu had once used this dance to single-handedly repel the combined might of many prodigies from the Nine Heavens. That battle made her famous and shook the Nine Heavens.
But that was years ago. Now, as Zhao Qingyu perford the dance again, she was even more breathtakingly beautiful, like a Fairy from Guanghan descending upon the mortal realm—coldly elegant and proud.
Wu Ming stopped in his tracks, his savage face contorted with rage.
"Who dares obstruct ? Die!"
He raised his hands high. Boundless Demonic Qi roiled and spiraled, forming a colossal divine spear that plunged from the heavens, piercing through countless stars.
BOOM!
The ancient butterfly shuddered, the light around it shattering continuously, as if innurable small worlds were being destroyed within. It emitted a radiance so brilliant that none could look at it directly.
Zhao Qingyu’s face paled as she spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.
Two other prodigies from the Xuan Tian Sect had charged forward with Zhao Qingyu, only to be blasted back by the strike. Caught in the ensuing tempest, their lives hung by a thread.
Just then, a Five-clawed Golden Dragon shot across the sky, intercepting much of the destructive shockwave and pulling them to safety.
"Audacious! As a mber of the Dragon Clan, you dare to act against !" the "Dragon Emperor" thundered in fury, glaring at Ao Canghai.
Ao Canghai had already revealed his true form. His body emanated a dazzling golden light that eclipsed the sun, and his voice bood like thunder. "The Dragon Clan has no Emperor who has fallen to demonhood! Even if you truly are the Dragon Emperor, now that it has co to this, you must forgive this junior’s disrespect. I invite the Dragon Emperor to et his death!"
RUMBLE!
With a dragon’s roar, a celestial river manifested across the sky. Countless great stars began to turn, falling like teors toward the "Dragon Emperor."
Everyone joined forces, unleashing their Divine Skills. The runes covering their bodies burned brightly, illuminating the entire sky.
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