After the voice of the Dragon King of Yellow Sand fell, he flew away from the Buddhist Temple—a battle between the Eighth Realm, how could it possibly take place within the temple? Only the vast sky could allow him to unleash completely.
The Dragon King of Yellow Sand had already left, but Feidu remained in place.
His expression was changing, fully aware that the Dragon King of Yellow Sand intended to establish his authority by using him.
He now faced a difficult choice: to confront or to surrender directly?
Surrendering directly seed too weak, but it could earn him favor with the Dragon King of Yellow Sand.
Confronting him wouldn't appear weak, losing was certain, but at least it would look better....
......
Over there, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand was already suspended high in the sky, awaiting Feidu Taoist.
His mood was quite pleasant.
It was conceivable that once the Sand Bandit City was established, he, as the first City Lord, would beco the first of the Sand Bandits in history.
Well, at that ti the city na definitely couldn't be called Sand Bandit City, it'd need a nicer na.
As ti passed, a thousand years later, who would rember Sand Bandit City was founded by the Sand Bandits?
In his heart, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand kept calculating.
Suddenly, a chill surged down his spine.
This was the premonition ability of a High Level Cultivator sensing danger on a whim.
He quickly returned to his senses, looked around, but saw nothing.
In his confusion, in a flash of light and firestone, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand felt as if a faint shadow flickered before his eyes.
Before he could react to what it was, unbearable pain erupted from his neck.
The next mont, he felt as if he fell into an ice cellar, his physical body immobile, frozen in place.
It wasn't until this mont that a fierce Sword Intent burst from his body, tearing his Primordial Spirit apart, while also severing his head from his physical body.
"It's blood." At the last mont of his life, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand finally realized the shadow he saw was his own splattered blood.
But, what exactly was it that killed him?
This question, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand was destined never to understand.
....
Boom!
Within the Buddhist Temple, just after the Dragon King of Yellow Sand left, Feidu Taoist was still hesitating.
Suddenly, a crashing sound ca.
Afterwards, the glazed roof of the Buddhist Temple was broken through by sothing heavy that fell from the sky.
With a bang, the heavy object fell from the big hole, landing in front of everyone.
It was a headless corpse.
The first reaction of all the Sand Bandit leaders was to stand there dumbfounded.
Until Feidu Taoist trembled and spoke: "Dragon King of Yellow Sand?"
That was the corpse of the Dragon King of Yellow Sand.
The question was, where was his head?
They didn't ponder long.
The next mont, Feidu Taoist's head abruptly, without reason, separated from his body right before their eyes.
As if a sword had sliced across his neck.
Oh, that's how the Dragon King of Yellow Sand lost his head.....
They thought subconsciously.
Without any trace or sound, Feidu Taoist's head thus separated from his body.
What an utterly terrifying occurrence?
This caused all the Sand Bandit leaders present to lose their composure; apart from terror, no other emotions could arise.
"Run, flee quickly!" soone shouted.
The Buddhist Temple seed to have beco a haunted place, unsuitable to linger in.
Without any hesitation, and without caring about the corpses of the Dragon King of Yellow Sand or Feidu Taoist, all the Sand Bandit leaders imdiately dispersed and fled, taking their n with them from this place.
As for founding a city?
To hell with founding a city!
Besieging Chicken Soup Temple?
To hell with that too!
The Dragon King of Yellow Sand is dead, why bother besieging!
In the seventeenth year of Tianyuan, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand gathered twenty-three routes of Sand Bandits in the Buddhist Temple to discuss an alliance, but unexpectedly "committed an offense against the heavenly secrets", resulting in the Dragon King of Yellow Sand and Feidu Taoist dying on the spot!
By the following day, the Sand Bandits gathered on the Western Sand Plateau for several days, like swarming mice, disappeared completely without a trace.
...
On the sa day, the Chicken Soup Temple welcod a guest.
A young Sword Cultivator.
He brought a very unique gift.
A bulging bag.
Inside the bag was a glorious head.
The owner of the head was...
The Dragon King of Yellow Sand.
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