In the sky, the figure of the Purple Dragon drew nearer. Only then did everyone notice, amidst the swathes of purple, there was an unmistakable glint of gold. And those massive dragon claws were truly golden claws!
Purple-Gold Divine Dragon! The myth within the Dragon Clan!
People prostrated themselves on the ground, willingly worshiping and gazing at this miraculous existence.
As for the Black Dragon, at the very mont it saw the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon, an uncontrollable shiver of fear quivered deep in its heart. This was the difference between ranks, akin to how a rabbit can only ever be food in the mouth of a tiger.
The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon swiftly swooped down before the Black Dragon, its gigantic golden claws swinging out, slapping the Black Dragon onto the ground. Imdiately after, it uttered a soft chant, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword in An Yiqing’s hand seed to be summoned, quickly flying towards it.
The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon wrapped its tail firmly around the Dragon-Slaying Sword, without saying a word, it thrust towards the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon had already been severely injured by An Yiqing, already at the end of its strength, how could it withstand a strike from the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon at its peak?
Before it could react, the obsidian Dragon-Slaying Sword had pierced its chest. In the instant the sword entered, the Black Dragon’s body erupted in fiery pain, it let out a pained wail, a black light flashed, and the Black Dragon vanished.
In its place stood a man dressed in a dark robe.
The alert was lifted. Old Jin withdrew the barrier. mbers of the Dragon Clan hurried to the large pit left by the Black Dragon, and upon seeing the person inside, they all widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Wha-what’s going on? How are there two Xuan Mo’s?!" soone stamred in shock.
Inside the pit, the man in the dark robe laboriously turned over, revealing that familiar face. The Pavilion Master of Sky Punishnt Pavilion, Xuan Mo.
Looking again at the Pavilion Master of Sky Punishnt Pavilion sitting in the chair, could there really be soone in the world who looks so similar?
At this mont, Long Zixuan had already transford into his human form. He walked to An Yiqing’s side, continuously transferring the Dragon Force from his body to her until a hint of color returned to An Yiqing’s face, only then did he stop.
Then he walked over to Yin Xilin, tenderly wiping her tear-streaked, cat-like face, and then took her hand, bringing her to the Old Clan Chief.
"Grandfather, how is your health?"
Supported by Hongye, the Old Clan Chief, despite his significant injuries, laughed heartily, "I’m fine, I’m fine. This old body is tough, just needs a few days to recover. It’s you who did well, the Dragon Clan is saved!"
Long Zixuan shook his head with a light smile, "It was because Sister An intervened in ti, severely wounding the Black Dragon, that I got lucky. Otherwise, how would I have had enough ti to absorb the Dragon Force left by the Ancestor."
At his words, everyone nodded in agreent. In today’s situation, if not for An Yiqing’s tily action, desperately blocking the Black Dragon’s attack, perhaps they wouldn’t have survived, nor would Long Zixuan have.
With this in mind, the mbers of the Dragon Clan looked at An Yiqing with even more gratitude.
Long Zixuan, seeing this, looked down at Yin Xilin, and the two exchanged a smile. This was the result they wanted to see.
The Black Dragon could no longer cause waves, but the matter of the Sky Punishnt Pavilion had yet to be resolved.
"Pavilion Master Xuan Mo, what do you have to say about this person?" Long Zixuan turned his head, his narrow eyes coldly gazing at the seated Xuan Mo.
Xuan Mo’s face was sowhat stiff, as he slowly stood up, glanced at the person lying in the pit.
"What do I need to explain? This person may look similar to , but he is not my man. From start to finish, I’ve been sitting here, not even moving. Does the Clan Leader think I possess the Doppelganger Technique?"
Long Zixuan stared at Xuan Mo for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter carried a hint of mockery, a hint of sarcasm, and a touch of pity.
"It’s a pity, the deep brotherhood between Ancestor Xuan Qing and the Ancestor of Dragon Clan back then, to think that after tens of thousands of years, it would co to this. If Ancestor Xuan Qing knew in the afterlife, he would probably be so mad he couldn’t close his eyes." He dusted the ashes off his clothes and turned to the elders of the Dragon Clan, "Fellow Clan Leaders, I wonder if any of you would be interested in joining to see the world."
The mbers of the Dragon Clan looked at each other, unsure of what Long Zixuan had up his sleeve.
Long Zixuan just smiled without speaking, leading Yin Xilin to take the lead in leaving. Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit. At the end of the line, Dragon Clan guards surrounded the mbers of the Sky Punishnt Pavilion, escorting them in Long Zixuan’s footsteps.
As for An Yiqing, after regaining so strength, she also led the Thirteen Blood Generals, striding towards their intended destination.
A mont later, Long Zixuan was the first to arrive at the destination—Sky Punishnt Pavilion.
Others followed closely, and in no ti, the courtyard of the Sky Punishnt Pavilion was filled with people. A Dragon Clan elder roughly dumped the Xuan Mo transford from the Black Dragon onto the ground, then respectfully bowed and saluted Long Zixuan.
Long Zixuan nodded lightly, sitting in the lead position with Yin Xilin.
"Sister An, Grandpa, co sit quickly."
An Yiqing and the Old Clan Chief stepped forward and unceremoniously sat in the chairs prepared by the guards.
"Everyone is here, now, I want to tell you a story."
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