"Father, look, I told you there was a dragon in the lake, didn’t I? I wasn’t lying!"
Zhang Jiadi gazed dazedly at the scene before him. He had long known his daughter wasn’t lying.
But who could have imagined that the Black Dragon was so formidable, capable of rendering a Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivator utterly helpless with sheer strength alone?
Judging by the situation, the black-robed elder, struggling to hold on, could scarcely muster any ability to attack.
However, this was no ti to dwell on such things.
He instructed a servant to take his daughter away, then issued a command.
"Everyone, move out with !"
The others were stunned and bewildered. In a battle of this scale, was there any place for them to intervene?
Yet under Zhang Jiadi’s imposing authority, the Zhang Family Cultivators had no choice but to follow their Family Head onto a big ship heading toward the depths of Penghu.
...
The battle on Penghu grew fiercer by the mont.
The intense Mana Fluctuations made it impossible for those in the Qi Refinent and Foundation Establishnt stages to discern the details of the fight.
Yet the Golden Core Cultivators each employed their own thods, striving to take in as much of the unfolding battle as they could.
And above the Nine Heavens, two figures sat amidst the clouds.
One was gray-haired and bearded, holding a gourd and sipping occasionally, his eyes carrying a look of mischievous amusent as though watching a spectacle.
The other had an exquisite figure, curvaceous and voluptuous. Draped in a purple Daoist robe that enveloped her graceful form, her still-charming face bore an expression of resigned helplessness.
"Fishing Elder, if you hadn’t secretly decided to lease Penghu to that Demon King Qingyang, how would we have this ss now?"
Fishing Elder chuckled. "What ’secret decision’ is this talk of? These Earth Veins and Cave Mansions aren’t our personal property. As long as soone can afford the rent, they’re naturally entitled to lease them."
Zi Hou shook her head. "You know that’s not what I an."
There was supposed to be so tacit understanding between them.
Fishing Elder pouted. "I don’t know what you’re worrying about. Back then, even though you were the Empress of Great Zhou, it was clear you were rely a puppet on the surface. Now that Great Zhou has fallen, you’ve gained freedom instead. Why trouble yourself by ddling and supporting that Huangfu Song brat?"
In his words, Huangfu Song, also a Late Golden Core Cultivator, seed hardly worth ntioning.
Zi Hou sighed. "Though Song’s personality leaves much to be desired, his talent is exceptional. Given the connection I share with him, aiding him is sothing I ought to do."
"Whatever your reasoning, now that the two of us have beco one of the three main leaders of the Demon Hunter Bureau, we’re no longer simple independent cultivators. You’d best refrain from involving yourself in the disputes below."
Fishing Elder’s expression turned solemn as he said these words.
Zi Hou let out a cold snort. "Do you truly believe Demon King Qingyang can hold his ground against Song’s forces?"
"Possessing the title of ’Demon Monarch,’ no matter how exaggerated the tales might be, he surely commands a asure of skill." Fishing Elder recalled his brief interactions with Luo Chen, which left him feeling assured.
He then added with a trace of disdain, "Aside from the two veteran retainers under Huangfu Song, the other Golden Core Cultivators he’s recruited hardly seem to amount to anything in my view."
Just as Zi Hou was about to rebut him, her face suddenly shifted.
A thunderous dragon’s roar erupted, resounding far and wide.
She and Fishing Elder focused their attention, quickly spotting a massive black figure erging halfway out of the lake.
"A Black Scaled Giant Python?"
"No, it’s a Flood Dragon in transition!" Fishing Elder had barely spoken when he noticed sothing amiss.
On the belly of the Black Scaled Flood Dragon, circles of mysterious patterns were revealed. They resembled vines, yet also silk ribbons.
These patterns seed to align with rumors of the Desolate Beast—the Cliff Serpent.
Regardless, the ergence of this Flood Dragon completely upended everyone’s predictions.
Fishing Elder’s eyes revealed a glimr of astonishnt. "This Qingyang Zi is no solitary wanderer! With Golden Core maidservants as attendants and a Demon King Spiritual Pet boasting power comparable to the Sixth Layer of Golden Core, such a setup surpasses even that of an Ascendant Sect True Disciple. Perhaps only those Golden Core True Disciples from the Holy Lands, who journey across the world, could match such a lineup!"
Zi Hou’s expression shifted slightly.
A True Disciple of the Holy Land?
She had interacted with such individuals before.
Without relying on the prestige of the Holy Land, it might be possible to use one’s charisma to gather a group of followers.
But to make Golden Core Cultivators serve as slaves or maids? That was exceedingly difficult.
Only those who stood out even among True Disciples, whose Sect Elders invested vast amounts of resources into them, could achieve this.
From Magic Items and Elixirs to transport vehicles and Spiritual Pets, every aspect far exceeded the norm for ordinary Golden Core cultivators.
Judging from the current scene, this Demon King Qingyang was almost indistinguishable from those highly exceptional True Disciples of the Holy Land.
She couldn’t help but ask, "Fishing Elder, are you certain the screening process for his mbership had no oversights? Are you sure he isn’t a remnant of the Yuan Mo Sect?"
Fishing Elder rolled his eyes at her.
"Do you think the identification Magic Item bestowed by the Three Great Independent Cultivators is rely decorative?"
The implication was clear—this man was definitively not a Yuan Mo Sect Cultivator.
However, for soone who wasn’t a True Disciple of the Holy Land to ta a Demon King more powerful than himself, the story was undeniably astonishing.
Especially when the person in question was an Independent Cultivator!
...
For the two Eight-Star Demon Hunters to be so amazed, it was no wonder that Huangfu Song, one of the central figures, was equally shocked.
As he saw Elder Ye struggling increasingly under the terrifying power of the devouring force, Huangfu Song urgently turned to the four cultivators behind him.
"What are you waiting for? Lend your aid at once!"
The four seed hesitant.
Right at that mont, a Glint descended into the battlefield.
"Ladies and gentlen, isn’t ganging up on one individual a bit unscrupulous?"
Seeing the newcor, Huangfu Song furrowed his brows.
"Who are you?"
"I am Duan Li, a close friend of Qingyang Zi," Duan Li said, his expression slightly tense yet maintaining an air of poise.
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